Happy thanksgiving! I'm not certain if I will be able to update next week so yeah.

Disclaimer: I don't own. Okay this will be the last one. I DON'T OWN ANY HUNTIK SEEKERS AND SECRETS CHARACTERS!

Chapter: Sticks and stones

"So ready for Turkey Day?" Sophie looked up into Lok's bright blue eyes. The chill of the winter wind forced everyone into long sleeved garments and coats. Lok stared at Sophie through a black coat and hat.

"Um..." Sophie turned away to avoid answering the question. All that did was encourage the blonde boy in his plans.

"So, you have no plans?" Reluctantly, Sophie nodded. Lok brightened up immediately.

"How about you come to my house? You know, if you want to." The green eyed girl looked up curiously.

"Won't I be intruding on your holiday?" Lok let out a nervous laugh.

"Well, I already asked my mom, and she is kinda expecting you." Shock radiated through her entire being. Someone actually wanted her around; she was wanted. Sophie wrapped her skinny arms around Lok. For once, her arms weren't covered in bruises.

"Thank you. I would love to come." Lok hugged her back saying,

"It wouldn't be the same without you." They pulled apart after a few seconds, blushing a bit.

"Should I bring anything?" A laugh ripped from the boy's lips.

"Please don't. My mom makes way to much for three people already. It's like she's trying to feed an army."

"Don't your relatives come?" Sophie regretted the question as soon as she said it.

"No. My dad has no family, and my mom's family disowned her."

"Why?!" An exclamation of surprise left the girl's mouth.

"Well they didn't approve of my dad. But my mom loved him. She always told me that they would sneak away at night under the cover of the stars. My dad proposed to her one night while they were stargazing, she said. They eloped and got married, the end."

"Awwww! That is so romantic." Lok laughed at his friend's enthusiasm.

"I used to think so. So see you on Thursday?" A nod was all he needed to feel great for the rest of the 48 hours.

Lok watched the clock. Sophie was late. She was never ever late. Never. Lok was worried.

"Lok? You've got a text." The boy in question darted over to his sister and grabbed his phone from her hand. "Yeah, you're welcome."

'Lok. I need u 2 come 2 my house. Plez it is a emergancy! plez I dont have much time.' It was form Sophie.

"Mom! I have to go! Sophie's in trouble!" Lok ran out of the house to the car and started up the engine. Sandra watched as her son drove away.

"Please let them be alright. Please watch over them, Ethon."

Lok pulled up to the run down manor. The windows were dark. The door was ajar, and a man was staggering out. He was obviously drunk, blundering around like that. Fury boiled down in the pit of Lok's stomach. He flew out of the car and held the man to the doorframe.

"What. Did. You. DO?!" The man stared, unfocused, at the boy.

"I just I just roughed her up a bit. That's all," the man slurred. Lok through him to the ground and yelled,

"LISTEN UP 'CAUSE I'M ONLY GOING TO SAY THIS ONCE, LAY ANOTHER FINGER ON SOPHIE AND I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU. I WILL NOT HESITATE TO HURT YOU. UNDERSTAND!?" The man dropped into the world of unconscious darkness. Lok ran into the house, scared out of his skin. The house was in shambles, destroyed from a battle. Lok through the house and finally found Sophie. She was beaten and bruised almost beyond recognition. Blood dripped down her face coming from a wound on her head.

"Soph?" She didn't move. She was barely breathing. Lok ran upstairs into what he assumed to be her room and grabbed a bunch of clothes and ran back downstairs. Sophie hadn't moved.

"Come on, back to the hospital."