Here I am again!

I just want to say that thank you for not pressuring me to write responses to you, but because you haven't pressured me, I am going to, just not this week because I've had my physics and chemistry exams which I'm pretty sure I've failed.

Anyway, I will try to start next week but it's my birthday in 7 days, so the next chap may be up next Sunday.

And just to remind everyone, I'm making it seem like everything is moving quickly and chopping it up a lot because I want to get to the parts where the guys come back in.

Stood there and watched you walk away
From everything we had
But I still mean every word I said to you
Haunted-Taylor Swift

Last Chapter:

"You were pregnant; you had a baby inside of you." Camille repeated and I paled.

"...What?" I whispered out fragilely.

"You had a miscarriage, Echo." Camille informed me sadly, tears welling up in both of our eyes.

"How..?" I stuttered out.

"You and Kendall didn't half go at it like rabbits." Camille gave me another watery smile.

"It was Kendall's?" Saying his name was like a foreign language to me.

"Well I don't think you had sex with anyone else." Camille said to try to lighten the mood, but she knew it wouldn't work. "It was a baby boy; he had no chance of survival. For the first thing, you had begun to starve yourself, you were stressed- Echo, don't cry! Even if you were perfectly healthy, he wouldn't have survived, he died in your womb because the umbilical cord strangled him." Camille hushed me and brought me into a hug.

"I was carrying his child...and I killed it because I was so selfish!" I cried into Camille's embrace and she shushed me, rubbing my back soothingly.

"He was a tough little cookie, just like his mother." Camille whispered to me. "Apparently, if the umbilical cord hadn't of got him, there was a chance he would have survived, a small chance, but there was still a chance and he was still alive up until the strangulation." I cried harder. "C'mon, Echo. This is not your fault, things like this happen."

"All this time, I've been trying to forget him and I've been carrying a part of him." I muttered as I continued to cry. "And I've been so selfish to my dad and Asha, I've been ignoring them and acting like a total psycho." I sniffled, controlling my tears as Camille sat back down.

She shook her head gently. "You were acting like any other teenager and you did find out that your life had been a lie for three months."

"But not a total lie." I said, smiling weakly to her, she returned the smile in a thankful way.

"Speaking of your dad, he's been so distraught these past two weeks."

"Two weeks?" I repeated.

"Yeah, you lost so much blood and all the malnutrition nearly killed you, the doctors said that you had gone without eating days at a time and without the baby you would have been anorexic." Tears slipped out of her eyes again. "I'm so happy you're alive."

"So am I." I nodded, truly thankful, I had fully forgiven Camille, I had always loved her as a friend and even now, she was here for me.

"And I'm so glad you've forgiven me." She said.

"Camille, you've turned up, that's the thing that counts."

"Everyone from our class has...even Mrs. Knight and Katie. They sat in here for an hour, you looked like a skeleton when you came in and then, last week when your stomach returned to its actual size, the deflation from the malnutrition it was horrifying to see how pale and thin you really were, I mean, you're still tiny now, you're thinner than you used to be but now you're not a stick." Camille explained with a small smile as one more tear made its way down her face.

"Thank you." I was thanking her for everything, for explaining everything to me, for caring about me and for turning up, I had so much gratitude towards her and that's when I realized I really was a changed girl.

I was a grown woman, a mature woman.

And I was proud of that.

"I think you need some time to talk to your dad." Camille said, standing up and giving me another hug. "I'll come and see you tomorrow, okay?" Camille said, I nodded to her, we both smiled at each other before she left, closing the door softly behind her.

Seconds later Griffin burst through the door and as soon as I saw the expression of his face, I began sobbing….again.

He ran over to me and scooped me up in a hug, it took me a few moments to realize, he was crying too.

Arthur Griffin, CEO of Global Nett Sanyoid was crying.

I had never in my life ever seen him cry before.

I guess everyone changes.

"I thought you were dead." Griffin sobbed into my shoulder and I clutched him tighter.

"So did I." I agreed with him, burying my face further into his neck, we stayed like that for a few minutes, just crying in each other's embrace. We needed it desperately.

My tears were for the fact that I had been so selfish and horrible to Griffin and yet he was still here.

I guess family is always there for you.

The part of the family that matters, anyway.

"I'm so sorry!" I said to Griffin when we finally parted and he sat down next to me, wiping his tears away with one hand as he held my hand firmly with the other.

"For what?" Griffin asked.

"Everything." I sniffled. "For the way I have been for the past two months and for my birthday and for getting into this whole mess!"

"Sweetie, this is life, yours may be a lot more intense than others, but this is life, it's hard, but there's always a bright side." He said to me with a smile.

"This whole thing could have been prevented." I said shamefully.

"I could have avoided a lot of things in my life, but life is too short to regret, you just move on." Griffin then smiled. "You wouldn't believe how many people came to visit you, friends, fans, there's lots of other flowers and cards sent from fans. You have a lot of people in the world that care about you."

"Did they visit?" I asked doubtfully.

Griffin shook his head. "They couldn't, they're in China. But Gustavo did call on several occasions, groveling and offering his support... I wanted to fire him, I wanted to kill them. But I didn't, I told Gustavo that he better keep producing and gave him another large sum to support the next album, because of you, you're so mature now and you act like such a woman, you're the daughter I always wanted."

"And will always have." I said with a smile, more focused on the fact that I was in this room right now and not in a casket.

I didn't know I still had fans.

"Dad, I was pregnant." I said, somewhat lamely, not sure how to word it.

"I know." Griffin nodded. "Under the circumstances I can't believe the little boy survived so long, with how accident prone you are. It wasn't meant to be." Griffin said, shaking his head.

"Aren't you mad at me?"

"I watched you on the brink of life for 2 weeks and now that you're awake you think I'm mad?" He asked incredulously.

"That I got pregnant, don't you think it's too young or something?" I asked.

"You're a woman now, you can make your own decisions in life, I'm not going to stop you. If it makes you happy, it makes me happy." Griffin said and I smiled at him, he now truly was a father.

"Does he know?" I asked, referring to whether Kendall knew I was pregnant or not.

"No, no one does apart from Camille, me, you and Asha. When we found out you were going to make a recovery I thought we should leave it up to you, whether you want to tell the public."

"I want to get better, I want my life back." I said to my father, yearning for life again. I guess you could say that this whole experience has been key, it's knocked the sense back into me to how I should be, things happen in life and I've just got to get over it and move on.

That's what I want to do, move on. Grow up. Start the next chapter of my life.

"Good." He said with a smile. "Are you going to?"

"I think I should. I want my fans to know I'm okay." I said to my father, smiling weakly.

"Good, that's the Echo I know." Griffin said to me, squeezing my hand.

"Where's Asha?" I asked suddenly, wanting to see my sister.

"She's at school. Camille's cut it for two weeks and hasn't left your side. You've forgiven her, haven't you?" Griffin said knowingly, if anything he looked proud of me.

"It wasn't her fault." I explained, both of us knowing what I was talking about. "I'm going to get better, dad. I promise." I said to him, smiling though the weakness and vulnerability of it was painfully obvious to both of us.

"I know you will, darling."

"And I want to go into the acting industry." I said to him. "I got an offer from- Oh my God! Jett!"

"He's sitting out in the waiting room right now, he's a wreck." Griffin stated with a smile. "I've never seen him so concerned for anyone but himself before; it's quite funny when you think about him caring." Griffin said lightly.

"Can I talk to him?" I asked hesitantly.

"I'll go and get him now, we'll talk later." Griffin said, getting up to leave.

"Dad?"

"Yes?" He asked, turning to look at me.

"I love you, so much." I said to him, smiling knowing that I said it with meaning.

He looked at me, on the border of tears again because this was the first time I had ever said that to him, after 18 years of my life, he knows how much I love him. "I love you too." He said to me before leaving the room.

Before I could even think about my predicament Jett rushed in and he looked like a complete wreck, just as Griffin had said.

His eyes were bleary and bloodshot, his hair was messed up, he looked so tired, he had a chin full of stubble and his clothes were wrinkled.

Though as soon as he saw me, he smiled, it wasn't an arrogant smirk that I had seen usually, or that little normal smile he put on when I first found out the true him.

He actually smiled at me.

"Echo." He said it in a whisper, his eyes wide; like he couldn't believe I was alive.

I smiled at him. "Jett." I said, he just continued to stare.

"You're alive." He stated in wonder, walking over the bed to me, looking into my eyes with his wide ones.

"I am." I said, my smile growing wider, I don't think I had ever seen Jett so poorly looking and yet it couldn't make me feel any happier.

"You're here, right now." He said, still not fully understanding my heart was beating.

"I am." I said, trying not to laugh at the wrong moment, it was just the way he was acting; it was like he had just seen the light after years of darkness.

"I was so worried." He said, grabbing my hand and sitting down simultaneously. His hands were warm and made me feel protected, I liked that.

"Jett, I'm sorry." I began, looking solemnly into his eyes.

"Why are you apologizing?" He asked, confused.

"The way I acted when you told me to be on New Town High, the way I shouted at you." I said to him.

"Must have been the hormones, you were pregnant." There was a glimmer of the old Jett. "Is it too soon to make jokes?" He asked.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"I overheard Griffin and Camille talking." Jett said shrugging. "But I won't say anything, I promise."

It seemed like I wasn't the only one who had changed.

It wasn't like Jett hadn't changed, he had improved and I was beginning to respect him and see him in a new light, it showed how much he cared by being here.

"I haven't left the hospital in a week." Jett said laughing. "We were auditioning for more people on New Town High and then your dad called me and I came here as soon as I heard, the nurses literally had to push me out of the door at one point." Jett said with a grin.

"I've decided I want to audition for New Town High." I said to him with a smile, partly glad the conversation was off the topic of how I was pregnant; I still had a hard time coming to terms with it.

Jett grinned proudly. "Really? That's great! It won't be much of an audition, they've been begging me to get you on the show and since this little fiasco you've caused you've only grown more popular." Jett said. In a way I was glad he was making jokes about it, I wanted to get over what had happened and Jett seemed like the person to help me.

"I was a born drama queen." I said to him, he chuckled lowly and squeezed my hand, I had missed Jett. I really had.

He was like an unseen protector. Even though people had their opinions of the guy Jett was, I felt like I knew the true Jett.

"Well then, as soon as you're out of here how about we get you an audition?" Jett asked. "You know when I said that filming starts in January?"

"Yeah?"

"I lied, filming actually starts tomorrow."

"What? Jett how the hell am I-"

"Don't worry; we've given you special consideration considering you did nearly die." Jett told me, putting a silly grin on my face.

"You're evil."

"Sure, you love me really." Jett winked. "Once we've filmed the first season you'll get to go to a premiere, the season will be completely filmed at the end of November and will air at the start of December, that way we'll be a shoe in for one of the awards at Nickelodeon in March." Jett said smiling.

The way Jett was here, making me smile, it was like the whole fiasco hadn't occurred, and everything was fine, and we were friends, Jett my Godbrother and I, his Godsister.

Maybe things can get back to normal sooner than planned.

"Well what character am I supposed to play?" I asked. "Aren't all of them filled up?"

"Nope, we left one just for you, a new character coming into the season, Hayley."

"What about that Rachel character?" I asked.

"Oh, she's being played by my ex-girlfriend."

"Ex?"

"Yeah, I was becoming obsessed over you and she was becoming obsessed over some other guy, so we split."

"Oh, you never did tell me her name, my cell went off when we were in the coffee shop that one time, her name begins with a J doesn't it?" I said to him, remembering back those few months ago when I found out the real Jett and not the one he put on for the cameras.

"Yeah, she's been on the show for a few seasons now, her names Jo Taylor."

"Never heard of her."I shrugged.

"She acts, sings and dances."

"Great, so she's already better than me."

"But she didn't survive death." Jett grinned.

"Oh shut up." I laughed lightly, it felt good to laugh, I liked it. Jett made me laugh, he made me smile. It was like the gaping hole inside of me was finally beginning to heal, but this time, I wanted to be healed. And Jett was making that happen.

"Anyway, you're not needed for the first three episodes and apparently you'll be discharged at the end of the week, so basically we'll need you on set the day after." Jett explained. "Don't worry; nurse Jett will look after you while we're there."

"Oh God, I'll end up back in here then within a day." I joked and he grinned.

"I love how you know me." He checked his watch. "As fun as it has been sitting here for the past week, I've got to get back to the Palm Woods and get some beauty sleep; I haven't slept in a week."

"Since when were you at the Palm Woods?" I asked, intrigued.

"About a month ago, I wanted to move out, give my dad and mom some space. He's been worried about you, they both are, came to visit this morning."

"Is Jerry okay?" I didn't ask whether Linda was, Linda always stayed strong so it was pointless me asking. She was as solid as a rock while Jerry was as emotional as a teenage girl watching Titanic for the first time.

"Yeah, he's fine. He was just worried, we all were." Jett said truthfully.

"Ugh, I hate it when people fuss over me." I sighed.

"Fuss over you? You were on the edge of death!"

"Is anyone going to let me forget that?"

"Not for a long time, sweetheart." Jett said with a grin. "Well, I best be off." Jett announced, letting go of my hand and standing up, about to leave though I grabbed his arm.

I didn't want him to leave. Jett made anything seem reachable when he was with me, the main thing being, becoming me again, it's something that has hit me hard since I've woken up and what I desperately want to aim for.

"Jett." I said he turned to look at me, our eyes locked. The next thing I knew his lips were on mine...and I liked it. My hands embedded themselves in his hair as his lips moved lavishly upon mine.

I hadn't had any real contact with a male for over two months and this, it felt good.

It felt like I was finally moving on.

It was like a weight was lifted off of my shoulders and I didn't need to block out my feelings because of Kendall…and partly James. I could just feel again.

The kiss was sweet, Jett knew not to push it no matter how much I secretly wanted him to and when we parted he looked at me with a grin.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." He said grinning from ear to ear.

"Just go sleep already." I rolled my eyes but smiling nonetheless.

"I'll be dreaming of you." He exaggerated his tone and teased me.

"Sure you will." I rolled my eyes.

"Looks like we'll have to stop calling each other Godsister and Godbrother now." Jett wiggled his eyebrows at me and I rolled my eyes, like old times. "Bye, I'll text you tomorrow while I'm on set." I nodded to him, waving to him as the door closed.

It seemed like I was finally getting my life back on track again and for once, I wasn't afraid.

And I wasn't freaked out that Jett was my Godbrother and it wasn't a brotherly feeling I had towards him.

I slept through the whole of the next day, I felt so fatigued but I was thankful when the doctors told me it was usual, that my body was adjusting to itself.

By the time Friday rolled around I was anxious to get out of the hospital bed and go back home.

At noon the doctor walked into my room.

"Miss. Kimberleigh, good news, it seems you have made a fully recovery, it took you 3 weeks but you've made one." The doctor smiled.

"So I can go home now?" I asked excitedly.

"Yes, but, for the next few days I want you to have lots of fluids and make sure you eat your three meals a day at least and take it easy until Monday, rest up, or at least try to." The doctor said.

"So can I go home now?" I asked again.

"Yes, but no strenuous activities either and sex counts as a strenuous activity." The doctor eyed me doubtfully.

"So can I go home now?" I asked for the third time.

"Yes, your father and your sister are in the waiting room, your father told me to give you this." He said passing me a small pile of clothing, putting it on the end of my bed.

It took an hour for me to have the needles taken out of my skin of the drip and stuff, for me to get used to walking and to get changed. I pulled my hair into a bun on the top of my head, cringing at how greasy it was. My stomach was a lot flatter, much flatter than it used to be but it didn't scare me, even as I stood with tight skinny black jeans on and a plain white strappy top you could clearly see I had lost weight.

Looks like I had to go shopping again.

But if anything, the weight loss made my body look more sophisticated. I had more of a petite frame but clear curves and I was thankful to see I didn't lose much of the weight off my bust.

By the time I walked out of my room I felt like a new person.

"ECHO!" Asha literally screamed, she ran over to me, clutching me in a tight hold.

"Hey, baby." I said with a grin, hugging her tightly to me as Griffin walked over to us, a proud beam on his face.

"I'm so happy you're okay! You're going to come home now!" Asha said excitedly.

"Yes, but there's one thing I must do before we go." I said and Asha looked at me confused.

"What?" She asked.

"Happy late birthday, I'm so sorry I missed it." I had noticed the date a few hours ago, it was November 1st today, Asha's birthday was October 29th.

"My birthday wish was for you to get better and it happened." She said smiling up at me.

"So, you're 11 now, that's old." I commented with a grin as Griffin and I shared smiles of a hello as we began to walk to the exit, I already knew Griffin had took charge of my discharge papers.

It was the fatherly thing to do.

"You're 7 years older than me!" She said her face was so bright it could have been a firework. She seemed so happy.

"True." I shrugged as Griffin opened his BMW convertible and both of us got in the back. "So, as a late birthday present, does that mean I have to take you out shopping over the next few days…in a certain new car that I got for my birthday and haven't had chance to drive in yet?" I asked, laughing at how her face got impossibly brighter.

"Please!" She exclaimed.

Over the ride home, we spoke about Asha's birthday and what she got. She said to me that she spoke to Katie when I went into hospital and that Asha was there for her every single day but Griffin wouldn't let her see me because of how thin and the state I was in after the first time he let Asha see me, he didn't want to put her through another torment by letting her see me again, no matter how much she wanted to see me.

I was glad Asha had her true friend back, after all she was innocent to what happened and she didn't deserve the blame.

"So can we go shopping tomorrow?" Asha asked excitedly as Griffin parked the car on the driveway that I had missed dearly for weeks.

"I would love to, but tomorrow I have to go work." I said as I got out of the car, Griffin and Asha's face both took a shocked expression.

"Work?" They said at the same time.

"Yes, I'm going to be in New Town High." I said proudly. "Jett set me up."

"That's great, Echo." Asha said with a smile as Griffin popped the trunk open.

"Asha, help us take these get well soon cards and gifts inside please?" Griffin asked, handing Asha a stack of unopened cards, the cards were stacked quite high, there was at least 80.

She nodded and skipped inside happily. Griffin handed me another stack of cards, half the size, though he also passed me a basket of little teddy bears with balloons tied to it while Griffin picked up a rather large teddy bear and loads of flowers, all in a basket.

"There were so much more flowers than this but some of them died, it seems you're very popular." Griffin said smiling. "So do you start tomorrow?"

"Well I've got an audition for a new character that was made specifically for me, but Jett said the producer had been begging him to get me on the show so I'm basically in already, he's coming to pick me up tomorrow." I explained as we closed the trunk with our elbows as our hands were full.

"I like Jett, despite everything, he's a nice kid." Griffin said as we walked towards the front door.

"Yeah, he is." I agreed whole heartedly.

"You two seem close." Griffin commented, raising his eyebrows at me.

"We are." I said.

"I just want you to be careful." Griffin said as I followed him upstairs, the last time I was here, I left a hefty amount of blood everywhere.

"I know, but you know Jett, dad. You said yourself, he's a nice guy."

"I know, but I don't want you going on a rebound." He explained as he opened my bedroom door, it looked exactly the same as I left it only the bed was made, the ripped wrapping paper was gone and all my presents were in a neatly stacked pile in the corner of the room. The cards that Asha had in her hands were over my bed and Griffin and I deposited the things we had in our hands on the bed too.

"He's not a rebound, we both know that." I said to Griffin. And it was true, we both knew that Jett and I were close, in fact we were opposites in some retrospect but I would be lying if I said I didn't find him attractive, under the exterior of a guy obsessed with his appearance was a guy who was truly genuine at heart.

Just like James.

Maybe that was why I liked him so much, because he reminded me of James, either way, I liked that about him.

…Just like how I liked James' soft side, too.

"I know, but I'm just protective. I'm your father after all." Griffin explained as we walked back down the stairs. "Coffee?"

"I'm dying for one." I said.

"Echo!"

"What?"

"Don't make jokes like that." Griffin said seriously as we walked through the lounge.

"Dad, I didn't mean it like that, honest!" I said, shameful I had been scolded by him.

"Echo." As we walked into the kitchen the first thing I saw was Asha reading a magazine happily perched on a seat on the island. And then someone said my voice and I looked to where the sound came from.

Lisa.

That was one problem I was going to have to face head on.

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He would try to take away my pain
And he just might make me smile
But the whole time I'm wishing he was you instead
Haunted- Taylor Swift