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Oh boy. I love some parts of this chapter, and other parts are pretty boring to me at least. Anyways this chapter gets pretty dark, and crazy. Hope you enjoy!

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"Aren't the stars beautiful? I never really had the time to look at them back home." I said lying in Peter's arms. We were lying in the grass at Cair Paravel watching the stars. "They tell stories you know. I can't read them- I wish I could, but I can't. Someday I will learn how to read the stories of the stars and we can just lay here forever. You in my arms, and I telling you the stories of the stars. What do you think of that love?" Peter looked at me and smiled. "I think it sounds wonderful. There is nothing I want more then spending the rest of my life with you." I reached for his face and kissed him.

He kissed me back. God he was such a good kisser. I had kissed boys back in London, but none like Peter. We broke apart and Peter's blue eyes stared into mine. "Is that what you want? To be with me for the rest of your life?" I saw the concerned look in his eyes. He was ready for my answer whether it was good or bad. "Of course I would want nothing more. Peter... I love you. I love your golden hair, your blue eyes. I love the way you make me smile whenever I'm sad. It's you Peter, you're the person I want to be with for the rest of my life." Peter smiled. He apparently liked this answer.

We kissed again, only this time it was much more passionate. He was holding my face, while I had my fingers tangled in his hair. We broke apart again; I was out of breath, gasping for air. That kiss had taken the wind out of me. "It's time for you to get up dear." Peter just looked at me and smiled. "But...what? Peter I'm confused?" "You have to get up. Kaity! Get up!"

Peter's soothing voice turned into my mother's cruel harsh voice. I hate dreams. They make me so happy, and then just break me down at the last second. I pushed myself up from my bed, and turned around to look at my mother.

"A letter has come. It is from Mr. Young. He requests your presence tonight at the Balboa Gardens. I've already told the messenger to tell our dear Lord Foxley you will be attending." I rolled back onto my stomach and groaned. "Kaity! Get up; you've been sleeping all day! There's not much time for you to get ready. Our family is relying on you! Get up and get undressed! I've already run you a bath."

I pushed myself up. I can't believe this. How long had I slept? I went to bed last night before it was dark, and now I am awake… right before dark. That was the longest I had slept in along time. I walked into the bathroom and closed the door before my mother could walk in right after me. I locked it.

"Kaity what are you doing? Open this door." "Mum, I prefer to bathe in privacy. Don't worry I won't forget to wash behind my ears and underneath my finger nails." Truth is, I was going to forget to wash there on purpose.

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"You look absolutely stunning tonight Kaity." He smiled. "How do you like dinner? Everything perfect?" He questioned. I looked down at my food, a salad. I would have preferred the lamb, like Foxley was having, but I got a salad. "Its wonderful" I lied.

"I'm glad. However Kaity I was thinking we could go for a stroll after our dinner? I have many questions to ask you, and I'm sure you have many to ask me." He was right, there are questions I would like to ask him, whether he would answers them or not, well we will just see. "That would be lovely Foxley."

We finished our dinner and we went for a stroll. We left the gardens near his manor and walked to the ocean. We sat on two logs that had washed up on shore quite some time ago. "So your parents, what are they like?" Foxley asked me. "Well they are alright. My father and I don't get along, and well my mum, is just being a mum most of the time." "So you mean to say that your mother is a royal pain in the ass?" He laughed. "Foxley! Profanity is not…politically correct, but yes my mother is a real big pain if you must know." "Profanity can be politically correct, if you use it the right, like in the way I am using it. I am using it as a describing word, therefore it's politically correct my dear, just frowned upon." I looked at him. He was smiling at me, so I decided to smile back.

Foxley could be a gentleman, but all the rumors that I had been hearing. They weren't exactly good. I had decided to ask a couple of school mates about him while walking to the gardens. "He is a pig. He loves to bed girls then not talk to them ever again." Said Madison Venuuer. She was quite the character, so I didn't know what to think of her allegations to her. However I had heard from Tabitha Iko that he likes to get whatever he wants, and if he doesn't he can be cruel. Harsh. Violent even.

"You have nothing to worry about. My mother is a nutty old bat as well." Foxley said. "She wants me to marry a girl who is like me. This basically means rich, absolutely stunning, and stubborn." "And I don't exactly fit the criteria do I?" I said. I felt sad. Foxley was the only boy I had talked to since I left Narnia. It was exciting to have my options open incase I never got to go back to Narnia.

"No you don't. But it is always fun to have buddies, you know. I have many buddies, because my mother doesn't approve we just sneak around. You could be one of them." "Pardon me?" I asked. "Here's the thing Kaity, If I am caught with any girl who my mother disapproves of, she will kill me. So we have to keep our love a secret." Foxley leaned in for a kiss, but I backed away. I was getting angry. "Our love? We met yesterday! So what your trying to tell me is because I'm not rich, you only want to fool around… nothing more?" "Exactly Kaity. I love how smart you are."

He leaned in for another kiss. There was no way I was going to kiss this… boy. He was stupid and pig headed. I couldn't believe this. I tried pull away before lips touched mine but he grabbed onto me and pulled me towards him. I tried to push him off but I couldn't. We both fell backwards off the log and onto the sand.

This couldn't be happening. Peter where are you? Why aren't you here with me? I need you Pete. I miss you. I love you. I'm so sorry. Foxley broke away from the kiss to undo the back of my dress. "Stop! Help!" I screamed but no one came. I slapped Foxley across the face, but he just picked me up and threw me back on the ground. I scratched him, and this time I drew blood. "You little bitch." I pushed him off while he was feeling his face, and ran. As fast as my feet could carry me.

Foxley got up from where I had pushed him off me and chased me. He was gaining on me… fast. I had to slow down I had run all the way back to the gardens before he finally caught me. He was able to reach one of my feet as I was running. I fell… and everything went black.