Okay! Put your whips away! I finally decided to update. It's a short little chapter but the next one will be really long and be posted sometime next week. Probably round Wednesday or Thursday. The part in italics is Henri's dream. Please enjoy and thanks for helping me get past the 30 mark in reviews I want to make it past 50 by the time this story is over (which won't be for a while!). Thanks for your support. This one is dedicated to everyone who has reviewed this story at any point in time.

Being in Allen's arms was probably the best thing ever. I loved that feeling I had as he held me close and hummed me to sleep. As I now lay there, wishing for someone to talk to, I softly stroked Allen's face and thought about my dream.

I ran across the dock, past other families, running to my own. Somehow I was in a dress and not complaining. I run up to the boat, where Allen and my father stand.

"Dad! Allen!" I call out. They wave to me. "I need to talk to you!" I shout but they cannot understand me. The boat's ropes are untied as the boat begins to drift away. I know I must act fast and quickly hop onto the back of the boat. I quickly regret wearing the dress.

I climb up the ladder to what seems like a library. I see Allen sitting in the back corner. "Allen, we need to get off of this boat." I explain.

"What are you doing here, Henri? I thought we told you to stay home."He stands up and grabs my arms.

"I know but your father called and he said that he intercepted a message that said that someone is planning on killing you guys while you are on this boat. We need to get you guys off of here!"

"Henri, I know you wanted us to hold off on this until we received more information but lying to me is not going to help!" He shouted at me.

"We don't you believe me?" I was shocked that I was hearing this from the boy I loved.

"Henri?" I turned around to see my father. "You need to get off this boat."

"But they are going to kill you!"I tried to convince my father.

"Stop lying to us Henri! We didn't want you to come because we don't want you to get hurt. You can't change our minds." My father didn't believe me either.

"All a shore for our last stop before our main voyage!" A loud voice boomed.

"Come on. You're getting off here." Allen grabbed my arm and pulled me off the boat. Despite my struggle, he did not let go. I sat on the edge of the dock as I watched the boat continue on its' journey. Suddenly, a loud noise came from it and smoke came from it. I could see fire. I instantly knew I was correct.

"Dad!" I cried out. "Allen! Please…you can't be…no!" I fell to my knees and began weeping uncontrollably.I had just lost the two most important people in my life.

I shake the memory of the dream as I hear motion behind me. I twist myself in Allen's arms to see my father sitting on the floor next to me.

"Hey." He said, weakly opening up his eyes.

"Hey." I whisper back.

"How ya feeling?" He reaches up and touches my arm as gently as he can.

"Better." I gave him a little smile. "Are you scarred?" I wonder.

"For me, not really. For you, well, it's more than you could handle."

"Why?"

"Being a girl in a hostage situation is not a good thing Hen. You see, they will take advantage of who you are and what you can offer. They'll do things to you that you'll never want to relive. You only went through a little of that. Promise me you won't make it worse for yourself, ok? That means no side comments, no punching, and certainly no disobeying them. Promise me that."

"I'll try."

"That's not good enough. You have to pinky swear." He held out his pinky and I wrapped mine around his.

"I promise." He smiles for real this time and kisses my forehead.

"By the way, I brought some of your things." He grabs the bag next to him and hands me my journal.

"Thanks."

"Anytime. You might want to wake Sleeping Beauty up there. They're going to be coming for us anytime now."

"Allen…" I shake the sleeping person next to me. "Wakey, wakey…" But Allen didn't budge. Just moaned a little and turned away. I sat up a bit so I could lean down to his ear. "Alright, don't wake up but I don't want these pancakes to go to waste." I lean back, knowing what will happen.

"Coming!" Allen bolts up while my dad and I snicker a laugh or two or a whole bunch. "Heeeeeeyyyyy… That was mean! Don't you know you should never trick a boy like that?"

"Yeah, but it was worth it." I continue to giggle.

And as God planned it, the door opens with a bang and my day of tortures begins.

Thanks for all the answers to last chapter question. Pixie Star Fire gets the Thoughtful Award (Because hers was very kind), DuckVader23 gets the Relatable Award (Because I can relate to everything she wrote and it turns out we both play the clarinet and tenor sax!), and SnoopyGirl213 gets the FanFic Addict Award (Hers was all about writing.).

Answer this one for me... Do you have a friend who you would do anything for? What is your favorite memory that you have with them? I will give awards to everyone who responds before I post the next chapter!

I have many friends but my best friend is my life! I would do anything for him! My favorite memory is talking with him and playing this game were we just kept playing Would You Rather and asking questions about the other.