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A/N: Thank you guys for all your positive reviews! This is one of my least favorite chapters that I have written, 1 because it took me 6 months to finally finish it, and two, because of the way I portrayed certain characters. The next chapter will be the last chapter of the story. I thought about making a sequel, but I am uncertain, if I get positive feedback, I will think about it.

Chapter 11: Nothing Left to Lose

Dear Rage,
I know that you are hidden deep within my soul somewhere, but I have yet to pinpoint where. You dwell deep down in each soul. Please, don't get the better of those around me, it would be terribly tragic on my pitiful heart.

"Are you certain that this is what you want to do?" He asked looking me in the eyes.

"Positive." I responded. "It's what he would have wanted."

I found that I was facing a sign that read, 'FOR SALE' in capital letters. I smiled in satisfaction and stuck it in my grandpa's old car.

"It won't get much," I admitted, stating the obvious. "But, I'm sure that my grandpa would like to know that I finally got rid of it; he'd been meaning to sell it for the past two years."

He shrugged in response.

"Come on, let's get inside, it's starting to get cold." I said as I rubbed my shoulders. "I cannot believe it's almost winter."

I took a glance at autumn beginning to fade. The leaves were casually falling off trees and they left a beautiful array of colors on the ground. I smiled at the beautiful world around me, and how miraculous it was that God had created this with his hand.

"Are you coming in?" He asked, catching my attention. I nodded in reply and hurried my way up to the door. "You'd better make it quick, or you'll catch a cold for sure."

On my way up to the door, I tripped on one of the steps - it was strange, because, I was never very clumsy - he grabbed a hold of me strongly, and helped me up the stairs. He truly was an amazing person.

"Thanks." I murmured. I felt my face redden and tried to get away from him so he would not notice me blushing, but I was not quick enough.

"I told you you would catch a cold, your cheeks are already cherry red." he pointed out. He reached out to touch my face and his hand felt like a warm fire compared to my cold face. "You are like ice! I'll go get you some hot cider to warm you up."

I nodded in reply and made my way over toward the couch. I covered up with one of the crocheted afgans. The warmth filled my entire being and I started to drift off into a dream of the past.

"Sweethart, we cannot have this baby that's in my womb." Mother said as she paced around the bedroom frantically. "If we do, then it will hinder my career. I won't be able to work long hours until it is grown up."

"Don't worry, there are ways to get rid of unwanted children." he stated and gave her a pat on the back. "We can just give it up for adoption, it will be perfect."

"But then all of my girlfriends will think I'm incapable of being a mother, when I know that I am!" she exclaimed. "Is there any other way."

"There is," he whispered. "But, it's risky."

"Tell me more."

"It's illegal too sweethart, I don't want to be charged for murder."

"Murder?"

"You can abort the baby," he said, "It is a very costly procedure, and it could kill you too. But, it's main purpose is to get rid of unwanted babies; and none of your girlfriends will think that you're weak, they'll just feel sorry that you had a miscarriage."

"It's brilliant."

"No!" I exclaimed, I jolted out of my sleep. Cold sweat dripped down my face and I felt two warm hands touch my face.

"What's wrong?" he asked. His piercing eyes stabbed daggers into mine. His smooth hands ran across my face in an effort to calm me, when in reality it only made my heart race even more. I inhaled deeply before talking.

"Bad dream." I whispered.

"Here." he handed me a warm mug. "Calm your nerves with a cup of cider."

I smiled and nodded my head. I took a gulp of the cider and my body warmed almost instantly. He sat there with a content smile playing on his lips and I returned the smile. I took one more drink of the hot liquid before sitting it on a coster on the coffee table. We sat there in a comfortable silence, however it was soon disturbed.

The door bell rang; it's eerie ring sent chills down my spine. 'Who could possibly be here?' I thought. I pushed myself out of the dining chair and rushed to answer the door. I tried to get a peek to see who it was before I opened it, but I could not tell who it was. With a sigh, I opened the front door.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying with all of my might not to scream; of all the people who could have shown up, it was her, my mother.

"I-I" she stammered. Her voice cracked fiercely. For a split second I almost felt bad, but my fury soon washed over and any anguish I had felt toward her. "I thought you mind want to meet your younger sister."

She held a small bundle in her arms and turned it toward me. A baby with round cheeks and blue eyes stared up at me. I rolled my eyes at my mother's feeble attempt to establish our relationship again.

"Look," she started, her brown eyes gazing intently at me. "I'm sorry about this whole situation. I shouldn't have treated you that way, and I regret it."

"Yeah, you're so sorry that you immediately came rushing after me as soon as I left." I spat at her. Just as I was about to slam the door in her face, my blue-eyed friend casually made his way toward the door.

"What's going on out here?" he asked with a hint of frustration in his tone. I could tell that he had been listening to parts of our conversation.

"Uh...nothing." I said, lying to him. "My mom is here, and we were just...catching up."

"That's not what it sounds like from in here." he glared down at me, then his eyes quickly shifted to mother. "Isn't it obvious that she doesn't want you around? Get the picture, woman."

With those words, he slammed the door in her face, allowing a small amount of anger to leave. His gaze found me once again and I quivered as I saw the anger flooding in his eyes, the same eyes that - only moments ago - were sending signals that hinted something deeper than friendship.

"Why did you let her treat you like that?" he growled, taking me in his grasp strongly. I gasped loudly, but said nothing as he shook my small frame. What was there for me to say? "Answer me!"

My body was pressed up against a door, the knob piercing me in the back. I winced aloud, to let him know the pain he was causing. I could not understand where all of his anger and rage was coming from, and all I could do was squirm in his stronghold and force myself not to cry.

"I-I" I stammered, trying to find something to say. I bit my lip lightly and avoided his piercing blue eyes at all costs.

"Well?" He inquired, his hold on me as strong as it was seconds ago.

"Like you're any better than her." spat out at him. His facial expressions immediately changed and his death grip on me lightened just a little.

"Take it back." He begged more than stated. "Please, I don't want to end up being a mess like my father is."

I bit my lip. I could see deep into his soul when I glanced into his eyes, and I could see that he was being honest, earnest. I relaxed myself in his hold and blinked away a few tears, not daring them to fall from my face.

"I'm sorry." he whispered, he brushed something off my face. Then, I soon realized that I was crying, as much as I hated to. He pulled me into his arms and whispered softly into my ear. "Promise me something..."

"What?" I asked him, glancing up at him with glazed eyes.

"Promise that you won't let me hurt you again," He cooed. He placed one soft kiss on my forehead, in some way to assure me that it would not happen again.

"I promise."

And with those words spoken, I had committed myself to something I was capable of keeping.