A/N; Here is the second chapter! Now, a change comes into Chazz's and Tasara's lives and it seems to have a effect on the both of them. Soon, very soon, things will get even harder and a lot more heartbreaking for Tasara and Chazz is going along for the ride. Of course, the change that goes on in their lives might get them ready for a surprise later on...

Lost Little Rich Boy II

Chapter 2

Jack sat at the bar and their new bartender who was actually one of Jack's sisters, Elle handed him a drink. She looked at her brother with a smile.

"Thanks for putting a good work for Melody and I, brother," she said. "Now Melody and I can work with you and all of your friends. Of course, I am not sure of what job Tasara gave Melody."

"Hmm," Jack said, thinking of the job Tasara had placed upon his younger sister. "I believe she helps Terry."

"Terry?" asked Elle.

"The DJ," Jack said with a smile. "He's pretty cool. Ever since that massacre weeks ago we have had to help other people of The Spot learn how to operated the equipment and give them the jobs."

"How many people were really killed, brother?" she asked.

"Well, there were one thousand people that were official members of The Spot," he said. "We lost fifty-four people. Maybe even more. The funeral services took us two days to complete and Tasara has been trying to work out everything so she is really beat."

"I bet she is," Elle said. Melody walked into the bar from the CD room next to it and smiled at her two siblings.

"How come we have to work right now when hardly anyone else is?" Melody, the youngest out of the group, asked.

"Because Tasara is taking off today to work on a few expenses that we have now because of Kevin's little act those few weeks ago," Jack said. "So The Spot may be closed for a few more days before anyone can come down. Now if you two will excuse me, I have to go pick up Chazz and Sora from the store on the other side of the city. They went to get more equipment so I could fix the lighting and sound systems."

"Okay!" said his two sisters.

At Lee, Chazz, and Tasara's Tasara typed on her laptop and then looked back at the paper next to her. She looked back at the screen and then back at the paper. She turned the pages of the book to her opposite side and she growled. She moved her laptop out of the way and slammed her head onto the table.

"Tasara, what's wrong?" Lee asked, bringing Tasara a cup of coffee. She hadn't slept for the past night and needed as much caffeine as she could get to stay awake.

"Even using the money from the tournament was not enough. We are still in debt." she said. "I've been trying to pay for the fence Jack broke with the car, the buildings around The Spot that got somewhat burned, damage to other graves in the towns official graveyard, and destruction of other buildings that were somewhat destroyed by bullets and stained with blood. I was able to pay off most of it."

"How much more money do we owe?" Lee asked.

"Ugh, I still owe an amount of two hundred and fifty dollars to the government for the damaged graves at the cemetery," Tasara said, taking a sip of the coffee Lee gave her. It was her fifth cup.

"Well, I bet you can make that money in no time," Lee said. "After all, I bet everyone at The Spot would love to pitch in."

"I dunno. I'm pretty sure that not many of them can get their hands on enough money. In other words, we're screwed." She placed his face in her hands and took a deep breath. Lee thought for a moment and ran up into his room to grab an envelope from under his mattress. He came back down and held said envelope in Tasara's face.

She looked at it.

"What is this for?" she asked.

"It may not be much, but Darren and I were saving this to pay you back one day and I think you need it more now than ever," he said with a smile. She took the envelope and opened it. She saw that in the envelope was only a small one hundred dollars.

"This helps a lot, Lee," she said. "Thank you very much." He smiled. They both looked over at the front door to see Chazz walk in and slam the door behind him. "Welcome home, Mr. Good Mood."

"Shut up, Tasara. You weren't in the car with Jack, leader of the lead foots!"

"I doubt it was that bad," she said. "He's driven me placed before."

"No, no, no, you do not understand! He sped, he followed to closely, almost hit a Chevy, sped some more, failed to yield at a crosswalk, changed lanes at an intersection, changed lanes without signaling, and ran a stop sign while speeding!"

Lee and Tasara looked at Chazz like he grew a second head.

"Whoa..." Lee said. "I never knew Jack was that horrid behind the wheel."

"Did you ask him to get you here quickly?" Tasara asked.

"Yeah."

"There's your problem," she said, taking another sip of her coffee. "Never ask him to step on it. Remember what happened a few weeks ago? Which, by the way, I have to pay for the fence he busted."

"How much more money do we owe people?" Chazz asked.

"Well, I now owe to government two hundred and fifty dollars, but Lee just gave me one hundred, so now I only owe one hundred and fifty dollars," Tasara said looking at the computer screen. Chazz threw himself onto the couch and yawned.

"Can I get you anything, Chazz, while I am up?" Lee asked.

"Eh, grab me a root beer," Chazz said, his eyes closed. Lee nodded and walked back into the kitchen. Tasara remained at the counter for a moment to finish up with what she was typing. Lee tossed Chazz his soda and he caught it after opening his eyes, seeing the can coming right for him.

"I wonder what's on TV," Chazz said. He grabbed the remote and started to channel surf.

"By the way, guys," Lee said. "I won't be here to cook you guys dinner like I planned. I remembered this morning that I have to help Melody and Elle at The Spot tonight. I have to help them learn their way around The Spot and read the bar rules and Jack wanted me to stay at his house tonight and help him put some of the lighting together and take it back to The Spot tomorrow afternoon. I won't be back until maybe one o' clock tomorrow afternoon."

"That's okay," Tasara said. "Chazz and I will heat up leftovers and hang out tomorrow."

"Dammit, I don't want a fucking leftovers," Chazz complained. "We've been having those for the past two days."

"Live with it," Tasara said, looking at the clock. "You should get going though, Lee. It's almost six thirty."

"Oh, shit, you're right," Lee said. "I'm gonna be late, but that is perfectly okay. Bye guys!" Lee ran out of the font door and slammed said door behind him. Tasara closed her laptop and stretched her arms out.

"Alrighty then," she said, standing from her seat and walking into the kitchen. "Let's see what we have here to eat." She opened the fridge and looked around to find something. Chazz turned the TV off and grabbed the remote to the radio. He turned it on and switched the setting to CD. He had already had his Disturbed CD in and it started to play his favorite song, Liberate.

"Is there anything to eat?" he asked, coming up behind her.

"Eh, nothing new, really. Pasta, steak, and some fruit," she said. "I suppose I'll heat up the pasta for myself." She grabbed the container, but when she turned Chazz grabbed it.

"You are so kind," Chazz said, taking the container. He held it up over his head as high as he could. Since Tasara was shorter than him, she couldn't reach the container.

"Chazz, you asshole, give me the damn container!" she shouted.

"Maybe I want the pasta."

"I said I would like to have it before you said anything. Now, give me the mother fucking pasta."

"Beg. Sit. Play dead," he said.

"Pasta is not worth acting like a dog," she said, turning to grab the steak. She grabbed the steak and walked around the black haired boy. She came to the conclusion that she was to lazy to heat the steak and decided to eat it cold. Chazz actually took the time to reheat his pasta and poured it out of the container and into a bowl. He saw that Tasara was laying on the couch, the same couch he was laying on before.

"Okay, move your ass off of my couch," he said.

Tasara looked up at Chazz and pointed to the chair on the other side of the room. "Go sit in the chair over there," Tasara said, placing her plate on the coffee table. "I don't feel like moving and you can hear the music just fine over there."

"It's not about the music, but the fact that you have taken my couch."

"Your couch?" she asked.

"Yes. My couch," he said, placing his plate of pasta on the table.

"Well, Chazz, read my lips. I...am...not...moving." He sat in the chair across the room and ate his dinner. Tasara grinned at her victory since she wanted to be the one on the couch. A few more insults and bites of dinner later, Tasara's cell phone started to ring. She reached for it on the table and answered with a simple,

"Allo?" She sat for a few more moments, but then sat up and got onto her feet. "What? No, no, no, I couldn't possibly...but they are the...and I am...no, I...fine. I'll be there." Chazz looked over at her with a somewhat concerned look. Tasara hung up the phone and ran up the stairs to change out of her kami and black sweat pants. She came back down in her ripped jeans, converse, and her black, short sleeve polo shirt with a red kami under it. Around her wrists she had a few black and red bracelets. Chazz put some more pasta into his mouth before he followed Tasara out of the house. He chased after her.

"Tasara, what's going on?" he asked.

"Remember how about a month ago my stepmother had her child? Well problem have risen and they, as in the hospital, called me," she said.

"What did they call you for?" he asked.

"I can't explain it right now, but just wait," she said. "Everything will fall into place, okay?" He nodded and followed Tasara to the hospital. Chazz had to wait in the waiting room until Tasara came out of the next room. He looked around to see a few other people in the room with him. A couple, a young boy, and a women. Tasara came out a few moments with a small boy holding her hand. He had jet black hair and light, icy blue eyes. He was wearing black pants and a green t-shirt along with light blue socks. Chazz looked at the small boys cheek to see a bandage on it.

"Tasara, why is a child holding your hand?" Chazz asked.

"Well, until the hospital can get a hold of my Aunt Diana in the next state he will be staying with us. Apparently, my parents couldn't give him the proper respect a small child needs. Hector struck him not to long ago and has a cut on his cheek. They don't want him near Hector or Justine."

"And they will put him in your hands?" he asked.

"I am the only family he has here and they can't hold onto him anymore because more and more babies are being born and they can no longer hold onto him," she said. "You'll have to deal with it like I have to." She picked him up and started to walk away when Chazz asked, following her,

"What's his name?" Tasara stopped walking and looked over at Chazz.

"Sylo," she said. He followed after Tasara and Sylo as she carried the boy back to their home. Tasara took Sylo to her room and Chazz regained his authority over the couch. Tasara sat on her bed with the small boy on her lap. He was laying on his back on her thighs. He started to giggle and play with her curls as they draped onto his face. She used her finger to gently touch the bandage on his cheek. He grabbed her finger and continued to giggle.

"You smile way to much..." she said. "Course, I am glad that you don't have to go through what I had to. I was beaten because I was like my mother, but Hector, now, doesn't even have a lame excuse to give for hurting you. You never deserved to be hit. Your safe here, Sylo." Sylo giggled again, but then yawned a little. She picked him up and laid him under the covers in her bed. She walked out of the room and turned the lights off. Once she closed the door she turned to see Chazz. She jumped back in surprise.

"Oh, damn god, Chazz! Don't do that!" she shouted.

"I saw that."

"What?"

"I saw you talking to Sylo like he was your own child, Tasara."

"Wouldn't you do the same for someone so small and helpless?"

"I never knew you to do that for anyone."

"He needs our help, Chazz. The nurses told me that Sylo had already been through a lot..."

"He has his whole life a head of him, Tasara."

"He still needs to be treated well."

"He's a little kid. Life is hard and full of harsh times, okay? He'll have to learn that if he is going to survive in the world."

"Sylo is to little to understand any of that."

"You worry to much."

"I worry about him."

"Why? He is out of Hector and Justine's way and they are finding a way to contact your aunt. He'll be fine."

"Whose to say? He may not make it."

"What do you mean?"

"He might not..."

"Now you are blowing this out of proportion."

"No, I'm not..."

"Look he'll be fine."

"No, he won't."

"Yes. He will! Why do you care so much for a kid that isn't even fully related to you!"

"You'd care to if you just learned that your stepbrother was already beaten and was fatally ill, Chazz!" Tasara pushed her way passed Chazz and walked down the stairs. He looked over at her and then over at the door to her room. He opened the door a little and saw the little boy. He started to cough hard, but then it started to fade. He sighed. He closed the door and leaned against it, sliding down the door and onto the floor.

"She made it seem like he was dying...is he...?"

A/N ::: I will be able to tell you that the next few days will be really hard for Tasara and Chazz as Sylo gets sicker and sicker over time. In the next chapter, Tasara becomes frightened as the symptoms get worse, but what happens when Sylo seems to be fine and Chazz tried to calm Tasara down after a hard afternoon? PLEASE REVIEW!!