A/N; Here is the third chapter! Sylo has come to stay with Tasara and Chazz until the hospital reaches Tasara's aunt to place him with her. Now, Tasara goes through a rough time with Sylo and his illness, but will soon have an even bigger issue after an eventful night with Chazz...

Lost Little Rich Boy II

Chapter 3

At The Spot Jack looked over at Chazz with a smile as the boy walked into The Spot's Bar. He waved at the boy. "Hey, Chazz," he said. "Where's Tasara?" Chazz took a seat next to Jack and looked up at him.

"Tasara's stepbrother has to stay with us because the hospital can't hold onto him anymore," he said. "Also, her parents already hit him and he is not even or a little more than a month old. And he's...well..."

"Well?" asked Jack. "What's wrong with him?"

"He's really, really ill," he said. "Tasara wanted to stay at the house for a while and take care of him as best as she could."

"You should be there helping her," Jack said. "She may need as much help as she can get with a sick toddler. She may be a mother figure and motherly when she has to be, but she has never taken care of a sick baby before."

"Before? There was a before?" asked Chazz.

"Yeah," Jack said. "It was probably four years ago when we found a toddler on the street after the Avenue 49 Fire, as it was known. Both of his parents were killed and he actually got out of the house and ran away. Tasara took care of him, but he stayed at The Spot. She would come to The Spot everyday even if Hector didn't want her to. She made it her life to taking care of him and she eventually got him into the local orphanage after a few months. He was sweet little boy. She liked his a lot and so did a lot of other people. In pained us to see him go, but he didn't belong here."

"Really? Well, you all get around don't you?" he asked. "Opening The Spot to even small children."

"We had to," said Jack. "He couldn't survive on his own. Just imagine, Chazz...imagine what Tasara must be going through right now? Her stepbrother is ill and it is a fatal illness. If the symptoms get any worse, she may get scared for him and may need your help."

"He just has a little bit of a cough," Chazz said. "His symptoms aren't to bad."

Back at the house Tasara walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. She threw the bloody cloth on the counter and looked at her shirt and hands. Her hands had drops of blood on them and her shirt had blood on it. She brought her wrist to her eyes and used it to wipe the tear away from her right eye. She became terrified and helpless when Sylo started to vomit blood and cried continuously. She had cleaned him up and got him back into her bed so he could sleep some more. She fell onto the floor and took a few deep breaths.

"Please...sleep...just sleep the day away, Sylo..." she said to herself. "What is this damn illness you have...? What is wrong with you?" She laid on her back, but then shifted to her right side. She looked at her hands, but then clenched them into fists so she couldn't see the blood on her own hands. She closed her eye as if trying to sleep for even the slightest moment. Luckily for her she was able to fall asleep. Not comfortably, but being as tired as she was even sleeping on broken glass would have been okay with her.

Dreams. Tasara could never really remember, or never really thought about them after they happened and after she had woken up. She did, however, remember her nightmares because she would have them a lot more than pleasant dreams. The nightmares, she knew, were always caused by something that had happened to her in her everyday life. The beatings she got everyday were the main cause. She would be so tired from the beatings as well as the tiring life of taking case of everyone at The Spot. Even if she was in the quietest and most comfortable rooms in the home she would have nightmares. She would try everything to make the nightmares stop, but none of the would have worked. She tried listening to calm music – Hector would smash the CDs. She tried sleeping with the lights dimmed – Justine would turn the lights off completely and threaten her to keep them off. She would try reading nice, calming books before bed, but that would only last for so long, but then the dreams would take a turn for the worst. She would wake up screaming, crying, or her heart would be racing. When did her nightmares end or start to die off? Actually, not to long ago. They started to fade when Hector and Justine were finally locked away, and, then , completely disappeared after Chazz said he wanted to stay. Was that the exact reason for her nightmares to suddenly disappear? She hadn't known the answer to that question for the longest time and she thought she didn't want to know the answer. Would she owe Chazz a thank you for the sudden disappearance in her nightmares? She knew that, deep down on her heart, she didn't have the nerve to tell him that she was thank you after she had said it once before to him. She couldn't swallow her pride to say that to anyone anymore. Of course, she had a fear, once again, that after her tiring day of watching Sylo suffer from vomiting of blood and violent coughing that she would have a horrid nightmare about her tiny brother. Her hands were already covered in his blood and even in her sleep she could smell the blood, sense the blood, and ever see the blood through her eye lids. It felt like a horrid beast was staring her down and she was powerless to stop it. The feeling of helplessness was one that she was not familiar with, nor did she want to get to know the feeling. She was not used to such a feeling. Helplessness. Powerless. Useless. Those were words that Tasara never used to describe herself with and she never planned on doing so. She knew she was not powerless and could do anything to help anyone. Helpless she was not. Useless...she would find a way to be useful to people, but, at one point in her life, she was all three of these things. Not to another person, but to herself. Helpless to stop the violence. Powerless against her elders. Useless to herself and to them. That was the one time in her life and had thought about ending her own life to end her own suffering. Of course, she thought, would that bring more suffering to the others? She knew that if she was to die that The Spot would be in Sora's hands and taken care of, but she knew that she would be hurting all of those that cared for her. Of course, the people in her family, which was only her aunt, would have cared. Her aunt is the only relative that keeps in contact with her while all of the others decided against it. After her mother was killed, they wanted nothing to do with Hector and Tasara. Did they know what was going on? They hadn't cared. They would not have cared if Tasara was killed by her own stepfather or her stepmother. They only cared about themselves and they might care about Sylo. The chances were slim for him, but not as slim as Tasara's was and still is. The only love she ever go was from her friends and that was the only love she would ever get. Of course, as most people could see, her friendly love for Chazz seemed to grow. She would never admit it to anyone though and they knew they could never make her. Would she admit it on her own one day? Maybe.

She didn't move even thought she felt someone place their hand on her shoulder. She finally opened her eyes after whomever touched her started to shake her shoulder roughly. She looked over to see Chazz looking down at her.

"Okay," he said, "what the hell are you doing on the floor?"

"Sleeping," she stated, sitting upright. She rubbed her eyes and looked back at Chazz. "What are you doing here? You should still be at The Spot."

"Tasara, it's eight o' clock at night," he said, raising a brow. Tasara gave him a blank stare.

"Well, I have been asleep for eight hours..." she said, getting up. She brushed herself off and then said, "Oh, god, Sylo!" She ran over and up the stairs. Chazz followed her to her room and into the dark room after flipping on the switch. Tasara looked down at the small child and sighed in relief, seeing he was okay and there was no blood anywhere. Tasara walked out of the room as Chazz closed the door and shut off the lights. He followed her back down the stairs and into the livingroom. Tasara sat on the couch and Chazz walked into the kitchen to make something to eat.

"He's fine...that's good..." she said.

"You need some dinner," Chazz said. "That'll make you feel a little better."

"Where's Lee?" she asked.

"Oh, him..." Chazz said. "He is staying at Jack's for a few days to help him get the lighting and sound ready for The Spot when it reopens. We won't see him for a while."

"Now it may be a little nicer around here," she said. "I mean, he is a nice guy and all, but I don't need him bothering me every half hour about something that was on the TV." Chazz nodded and popped some left over pasta into the microwave. He stared at the microwave as the pasta started to heat up. "How is everything at The Spot?"

"Fine." Chazz took the pasta out, stirred it, and put it back in for a another few moments. "Jack was able to give some other members jobs and is helping put everything back together. It's all good."

"It better be..."

"It is." He poured the pasta into two bowls, grabbed two forks, and walked over to Tasara. He handed her the first bowl and took his seat next to her on the couch and started to eat. She yawned and then started to eat with him. It was not long until they both finished their dinner and were sitting in the silence of the livingroom. Tasara stood from her seat on the couch.

"I'm going to bed..." she stated. He followed her back up the stairs and to the door to her room. He grabbed her hand as she reached for the knob. "What?"

"You cannot sleep in there with Sylo."

"Why not?"

"Because, you are tired from taking care of him and probably a little shaken from his illness."

"And you know this...?"

"I can see the blood on your hands and I see it in you. Don't be dumb. I see these things." She rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. I'll go sleep on the couch."

"Oh no you are not." He kept his grip on her wrist firm. "You need a good nights sleep and, believe me, you will not find it on that old couch."

"I'm going to sleep on the couch because I am not going to sleep in Lee's room."

"Who said you had to sleep in his room?"

"Oh no, I am not!"

"Yes you are." He dragged her down the hall and pushed her into his room. "Now, you will sleep in here for the night and I will sleep on the couch." She sat on his bed and nodded. "What? No fight? No defense?"

"I'm to tired for that, Chazz. No matter how fun it is for you."

"It's not, but you not fighting back is a little odd."

"Whatever." she said. "I really don't care right now." He walked over to Tasara, the door closing behind him. He sat on his knees in front of her on the floor. He looked up at her.

"Okay, what is up with you, Tasara? I know Sylo is not the only person you are worried about."

"Ugh, I am worried about everyone."

"Why?"

"Because we lost so many people and a lot of those who were injured are still in the hospital or not over the fact that a friend, brother, sister, cousin, boyfriend, girlfriend, or whatever was killed because of that one man I let into The Spot so many years ago! It was my fault..."

"Stop saying that," Chazz said. "It's not true."

"Yes it is," she said. "My intentions were good, but came out terrible at the end. I was so sour towards most people and never let them live it down."

"Sour?" he asked.

"Yes. Sour." He thought for a moment and then brought himself up a but so they were eye-to-eye. He stared her down and then, at random, kissed her passionately. He broke the kiss and looked at her with a small smile. "What?"

"No."

"Hmm?"

"You are not sour. I can tell. If anything...you are so very sweet," he said. She smiled a little as he came in for another kiss. Before she knew it, Chazz was on top of her and she was laying on her back on the mattress if the bed. He broke their kissing and took off his hoodie before going back into kissing Tasara. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer to her. He ran his hands down her sides and gently grabbed the rim of her shirt...

A/N ::: I am not a nasty person and I will not write anymore than that for right now. If you expected me to do that...what...the...hell... Anyway, in the next chapter, Jack gives Chazz a serious talking to about responsibility and Tasara doesn't feel very well. What's wrong with her? Will she and Sora find out? PLEASE REVIEW!