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CLARIFICATION: After rereading chapter four, I felt like I had to clarify something. Maddie knew the name of her uncle was Shane, but Alex and Mitchie made it a point not to say his last name so she had no idea he was part of Connect 3.

A/N: Whoa! Third update! Chapter five! I just updated Chapter Three and Four at the same time since I wrote them without pause but, because of the people who reviewed on chapter one and two, I got inspired to write more!

This chapter is dedicated to…

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Goodbye – Chapter Five

She Needed To Get Away

Maddie hurriedly put the pictures back in the box, except for two, and rushed out of the basement closet and up to her brother's room. She knocked with urgency.

"It's open!" came the voice from inside.

She opened the door then locked it after she got in. Ghoul was sitting on his bed, tuning his guitar.

"Why'd you lock the door?" Ghoul asked suspiciously.

"Ghoul, I found out who dad is." She said, her voice only slightly louder than a whisper.

"What the hell are you talking about, Maddie?"

She threw the pictures on the bed in front of him. He set aside his guitar.

He looked at them. He read the inscriptions.

"You think Nate Gray is our dad?" he said like she was crazy.

"Yes! That's why you look like him! That's why I have his eyes! Look at the picture of him when he was young, you look exactly like him." She pressed.

"You're going crazy." He said, then they made eye contact and Maddie felt it. The feeling she got when he was hiding something from her.

"You're hiding something from me." She stated.

"As I said, you're going crazy. I'm not hiding anything." He said in a voice that made it clear he was hiding something.

"Guillaume, don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying!"

She stared at him.

He stared back.

She stared him down.

"Damn. Stop staring! I'll tell you okay?"

Her face relaxed.

"I found Mom's diary. It told me who dad is." He admitted.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" she was getting pissed.

"Because he's an ass! If I ever met him, I would punch him in the face with all my might."

"Still. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know, okay? I didn't like him, he didn't want us, he hurt Mom, he hurt us. He replaced Mom with a bottle-blonde bitch!"

"Has it ever occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, if we knew him and he knew us he would never have dated Hannah Montana?" she retorted.

"That doesn't change the past. He didn't trust Mom. He never committed his life to his family, did he? I know Mom ran away from him, but still, he never bothered to look for her. He was never there." He yelled in French. Yelling in French is bad.

"I still can't believe you would hide it from me! Did you think I was stupid enough to not find out about this?!" she was yelling in French now, which is bad. They only yelled in French when they were really mad. You better be scared when they start yelling at you in French.

She ran out of the room, slamming the door hard behind her. She ran into hers and locked the door. Why does she feel like she couldn't trust anyone in this house anymore? She was mad. She was mad at her Mom for not telling them. She was mad at her brother for hiding something this big from her. She was mad at her father for not being here. She only wanted to do one thing.

She would do that one thing.

She was always the weaker twin. She was the one who bruised easily, the one who got sick easily. She was the one who got scared in movies, the one who hid behind her brother. For once, she wanted to do something without all that. She wanted to step out from behind her brother.

She will.

She needed to get away.

-x-

After five whole days of not speaking to her brother or her mother, everything was ready. She was going away to America. Papers are ready, money's ready, clothes are ready, she's ready. She somehow tricked her mother into signing the papers when Alex was half-asleep. Alex had a good-job, so they were well-off. Not crazy rich, but well off. Maddie had her own bank account. She had a lot of savings since she didn't like to splurge. Thank God, or else, she would never have been able to pay.

Night finally came.

12:00 AM, her clock said.

That was her cue.

She got a marker and wrote "I'm sorry." on a piece of cardboard and left it on her bed.

She got her duffel bag and backpack and quietly went out of her room barefoot, holding her slip-on rubber shoes, so she would make less noise.

She tiptoed down the stairs and to the living room window. She didn't use the door since their doors would make a sound no matter how hard you try to keep it quiet.

She opened the window and it didn't make a sound. She threw her bags and shoes out then swung her leg out, followed by her head and torso, and finally, her other foot. She quickly shut the door and slipped her shoes on. She put on her backpack and slung the strap of her duffel bag over her shoulder and looked around. Who the hell was she kidding? Their village is new. Her closest neighbors were the people in the house in front of theirs and they were visiting family. They're not home.

She walked in the shadows so that she was sure no one would see her. She even wore all black. Even her bags were black.

She needed to get away, and she is.

-x-

By six o' clock in the evening, Maddie was already standing in front of Aunt Mitchie's house. Aunt Mitchie has a big house. A really big house.

She rang the doorbell then yawned. She didn't sleep yet. She needed sleep.

She rang the doorbell again.

"I'm coming!" She heard Mitchie yell from inside. She recognized the voice even if the last time they saw each other was two years ago.

Mitchie opened the door.

"Aunt Mitchie!" she greeted.

"Maddie?" Mitchie said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

Just then, another man came to the door. He had brown eyes and straight, brown hair.

"Maddie!"

She knew he was her uncle, she recognized him from the TV. She knew his name, but, weirdly enough, she forgot.

"Um, who are you?"

"Uncle Shane!"

She can't believe she forgot his name.

"Again, what are you doing here?" Mitchie exclaimed.

"I get to stay with you! Vacation! With Mom's permission, of course." She said. She was an actress. She participated in school plays. She thought of her lying as acting. This is a line she had to act out. Lying and acting are totally different, but, with proper concentration and the right answer, she could pull it off.

"Are you sure your Mom allowed you?" Mitchie asked again, raising her eyebrows.

"How else would I have gotten here?"

"So, she allowed you to go here and stay with me…in the middle of the school year?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

Damn. Maddie didn't have an answer for that.

"Umm…because I was doing really well!"

"You ran away."

"No!"

Mitchie stared at her with raised eyebrows.

"You ran away." It wasn't a question anymore.

"I am very disappointed that you would think of me that way!"

Silence.

"Yes, I ran away." Maddie added in defeat. "How'd you find out?"

"First, your brother's not here. Second, your Mom called this morning when she woke up and found your room empty with a big piece of cardboard that said 'I'm sorry.'"

"Damn. I should've been here earlier. Do you know how hard it is to find your house?"

"Of course. It's supposed to be harder to find than most houses. Three celebrity rockstars live here! Plus, two girlfriends. Thank God one girlfriend has too much pride therefore she didn't want to share a house." Mitchie said, then gasped as she realized what she just said.

"Three?" Maddie asked, torn. Should she be happy that she was meeting her dad? Or should she be mad at him for leaving Mom?

"Maddie…" Shane said. "Don't worry about it. He won't be back until the day after tomorrow. He's on this cruise with Banana-brain Montana." No one liked Hannah Montana in their family.

"Oh." Maddie said awkwardly. She didn't like the awkwardness. "Haha! You call her Banana-brain Montana? My brother and I call her Bottle-blonde bitch! Oh! Bottle-blonde banana-brained bitch!" she said to ease it.

"Maddie! Language!" Mitchie scolded.

"Relax, Aunt Mitchie! We've been calling her that ever since we were ten!"

Shane was just laughing. Without warning, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the house then slung his arm over her shoulders.

"I'm gonna like you. Let's go up to your room now."

"Shane! She can't stay! She ran away!" Mitchie yelled catching up to them.

"Relax, Mitch. She can go back anytime she wants, but for now, I want to get to know her! I haven't seen her in fourteen years!"

"I'm fifteen." Maddie said, assuming that she never met Shane.

"I know. I met you when you were one."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Did your mom ever tell you the story of when you were born, I wanted two boys, then, when I looked at your cute little face, I told Mitchie that someone just kicked her out of being the number one girl in my life?"

"I think I remember that when my mom told me stories about you!"

"You know what, Maddie?"

"What?"

"We're going to get along great."

a/n: Maddie's in America :O what happens next???

Oh yeah, if you want to see something happening, PM me and if it doesn't clash with the plot, I'll incorporate it in the story.

Just be very specific about what you want to happen.

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