Hi guys. First off, I'm sorry to anyone offended, thinking that I'm copying. I'm rearranging the story now, I contacted the other author, and I hope that there's still readers out there, who still like my story. I just want to let you guys know, my sister sometimes play around on my account, and deletes things. I know, not an excuse. I should've been more careful. Ok, thanks cant-help-but-love-degrassi, JJ288, Degrassistar, Degrassi Freak and deleted Annoyed (Sorry about that). I started a fanfic called Gorgeous Nightmare, and I just realized earlier that, that title is already used, thanks to my best friend Colmon. I'm still going to update probably every other day. Ok, I'm skipping ALOT of years, because I have drama planned out for this time. ENJOY!
Eli's POV
"Clare, just face it. Ethan's dead. The police and everyone are just about ready to end the search. It's not very likely that a 5 year old can survive alone for a long time. Maybe, he committed suicide." I started. "Eli, why would he commit suicide? And it's only been 2 days." Clare sighs. "I know honey, we can't lose another one. Just can't. Not like Nick, we were young, naïve."I sigh. "What if he's dead? I can't live with myself thinking that our son killed himself. And our other son's dead. And that the other son tried to kill himself. What's with Goldsworthy's and death?" Clare asks. "I don't know. But honey, Ethan will be just fine…I hope." I comfort Clare. Is he fine?
Julia's POV, 4 a.m.
The door was knocking, and Allison throws a pillow at me. "Jules, open the door?" Allison asks. "Fine." I open it, to see Christian standing there. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "What are you?" he asks. "I live here." I irritatly answer. "Well, I know that. Can we talk? Outside?" Christian answers. "Fine." I mutter. We walk outside, and Christian held my hand. I pulled it back, and stepped back. "What do you want?" I ask. "I love you." Christian bursts. "And I hate you. Good night." I reply back. Christian slaps me, and I stumble back. He looks like he's going to say something, but runs off.
I walk back inside, and go to the bathroom. Half of my face, red. "Damn." I mutter. I wash my face, and go back to bed. Stupid Christian, I hate him. How does he even think we would get back together?
Zac's POV
"So, ready to impress your lady?" Alex asked, walking towards me. "Impress my lady? I don't have a lady." I answer back. A stupid, crappy Tuesday morning. I looked over at Sylvia, who was talking to Stephanie and a girl named Jill Woodson by their lockers. "Honestly, I really don't give a crap. Boys think that they're all that! And being on the freaking football team doesn't help either..." Sylvia exclaimed.
"Ignore them…so…how's the hunt for your brother?" Alex changed the subject. "Terrible. Well, Mom thinks that little Ethan's hopeless. I really hope we find him." I answer. "Yeah, let's hope to find him soon…" Alex agrees
1 Month Later, Ethan's POV
This is hell. Why me? What did I do, to get kidnapped? Poor mommy, she must be really scared right now. "Here you go, mutt!" My kidnapper yelled, handing me a bag. I take it, hungry and exhausted. How did I end up like this, just going to the bathroom?
"Ms. Wetherbee, may I use the restroom?" I politely ask, she nods, and I walk into the bathroom. As I walk in, there was a teacher, waiting for me, but instead of helping me, he punched me. "Ow!" I yell, and fall back. It's a lady. She had a drink, and puts something in it. She forces it down my mouth, and by force, I swallow. She puts me in a garbage bag, and leaves the school, with my in her trunk of the car.
Hiding in a basement of a house, with nothing but dog food for who knows how long, this really is hell. I just wish that I had a phone or something, so I could be found. "God, please, please, please, help me!" I prayed, sleeping on the cold basement floor.
Zac's POV
"So she said, I wanna see your love, come to me, come to me. Oh, yeah! I n-never knew how to do it, but I love her. And all I want 'ta know, want 'ta know, is…." I sang. Alex walked up to me, and smiled. "Are you still writing love songs for Stephanie?" Alex asked. ""No." I lied. "Liar. 'So she said, I wanna see your love'? What the hell is this? You definitely did not get your parent's writing talents!" Alex teased. "Shut up. I can't concentrate." I defend myself. "Oh well…"Alex whispered, and walked off.
I walked down the hallway, to see Stephanie bumping into me. "Oh…sorry. Zac, can we talk? I really have to interview you as you're the star football player and all…for the Degrassi News." Stephanie asked. "Yeah! Sure! Of course! It's a date!" I agree.
Stephanie turns around, but I stop her. "Lunch date." I add. "Lunch date. And no spilling things about your best friend." Stephanie teased. "I know." I went along. She turned and walked away. I smirked, and Alex high fived me. "What?" I ask. "You know." Alex winked. He walked off, and I went to class.
At Lunch, Zac's POV
"So, do you think you could lead Degrassi to the championships again?" Stephanie asks, her owl earing dangling. "I can't guarantee myself, but I will definitely try." I coolly answer. "Ok, do you realize that you're everything the interviewer wants in a guy?" Stephanie asked, blushing. "Oh…um…I thought I'm not." I choke. "And that she…loves you?" She adds. "I love her too." I coo. "I love you." She spits. I lean in, our lips centimeters apart, and we kiss.
Ethan's POV
I woke up, to the basement door opening, and a lot of officers. "Ethan Goldsworthy! We found him! Listen to me Ethan, you're going home!" an officer exclaimed. Home. I haven't been home in forever. I nodded, and they carried me out. In an ambulance, I went to the hospital, and they checked me.
Mommy and Daddy came running through the door, hugging and kissing me. Zac followed, with his arm around Stephanie. Stephanie? I thought they broke up. After a lot of commotion, they took me into a room. "Ethan, how much did you have to eat? Sleep? How was living arrangements?" A lady asked. "Whoa! He's only 5!" Mommy yells. "I had food every other 3 days. I slept on the floor. I was hit, slapped, kissed." I answer. "Kissed?" Daddy repeats. "Yeah, the lady would get on me, unbuckle my pants, and kiss me while feeling me." I explain. "Oh god." Dad sighs. "Honey, I'm glad you're okay." Mommy whispers, placing me on her lap. "Me too." I reply.
Julia's Wedding, Julia's POV
Absolutely stunning. I cheered through my head, as I'm walking down the aisle. Wedding, finally! Allison's the maid of honor, Zac's the best man (with a broken foot, and Dad's old skull cane) and everything's perfect. "Do you, Julia Clara Goldsworthy, take Hunter Charlesworth Meyers, as your beloved husband?" Aunt Fiona asked, since she's a minister. "I do." I cried. "And do you, Hunter Charlesworth Meyers take Ju-" Aunt Fiona continued, but was interrupted by Hunter. "I do!" Hunter exclaimed. "Ok then, I pronounce you, Mr. and Mrs. Hunter Meyers!" Fiona cheered, and Hunter pecked my cheek with a kiss. "What kinda kiss was that?" I teased, and then he removed my veil, "Wow Julia, black veil? Black Veil Bride…love it!" he teased, and kissed me in the lips.
TEN YEARS Later, Julia's POV
I sat on the computer, sharing with Hunter, looking at houses. Our apartment's too small to live in, now that Nick's 10 years old and I'm pregnant, due in a month. "Ooo! Look at that one!" I cheer, looking at a 4 bed 2.5 bath house. "No, that's too plain. No texture." Hunter replies back. "Fine, what about this one?" I ask, looking at a 4 bed, 2 story, 3 bath house. "Too much." Hunter spits back. "Ugh, this one's nice." I sigh. "Nope. Too small." Hunter mutters. "So, would you like to suggest houses?" I angrily ask. Hunter mutters something, and I playfully punch him. "WHAT?" He asks, looking at me. "We're trying to pick a house and you deny every single one of them!" I scream. "THIS ONE!" Hunter exclaims, pointing at a 5 bed, 3 bath 2 story house, minutes away from Degrassi.
"YES!" I cheer, happy he finally chose a house. "Ok, let's tell our real-estate agent. Spanish mode?" Hunter answers. Spanish mode is when we speak to each other in Spanish, and the first one who switches back to English loses. "Ok. No entiendo por qué no te gusta el pollo frito." I reply. Hunter scoffs, and thinks. "It's too fried, and i don't really like it. I don't understand why you like it. grilled chicken is way better!" Hunter answers in English. I burst laughing. "I CAN'T believe you already lost!" I giggled. "I know, I know. I'm pretty awesome." Hunter teases.
Ethan's POV
I sighed, walking past Anthony Avila. That freaking snitch. He's had it against me since Kindergarten. 8 years. Stupid ass snitch. "Yo Goldsworthy! Wanna suck balls?" He teased. "Shut up." I whisper." What was that sweetie pie?" He ask. "I've had enough of your shit!" I scream, jumping on him. I swing for his mouth, blood pouring out. Dylan Butler came running up to us, as he's my best friend. He pulled me off of Anthony, and took me away. "I hate him!" I screech. "I know dude. We're 15, he's had it against you since we were 5." Anthony mutters. "I wanna get revenge." I smirk. "Dude. No! You'll get in trouble!" Dylan answers. "Don't worry, I just need the help of a misfit." I evilly smirk.
Zac's POV
Taking college online, living with Mom and Dad, married to Stephanie, life's great. "Steph, Michelle's a cute name." I suggest. "Michelle…it's cute." Stephanie replies, pregnant. The cool thing is that Julia and Stephanie are both due in a month. A cute little baby girl, along with Julia and Hunter. "Aww, 'Stack' having fun together?" Ethan teases, walking into the house. "Really? Stack?" I reply. "Yepp." Ethan answers, grabbing a gatorade bottle. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "I live here, idiot. What about you?" Ethan says. "I live here too, dumb ass." I reply. "Zachary Adam Goldsworthy, it's not nice to call people dumb ass." Stephanie teases. "Oh, I'm sorry." I reply, and we kiss.
The door rings, and Ethan runs upstairs. The deal here is, the one closer to the door, opens it. I groan, and walk over to the door. I open it, to find a blonde, blue eyed, probably 12 year old girl, standing at the door. She had a nice blue blouse, black skinny jeans, and black dress shoes on.
"Hi. Who are you?" I greet. "Hi. First of all…are you Zachary Goldsworthy?" She asks. "Yeah, and you are?" I reply. She smiles, a beautiful smile, and her graceful blue eyes full of energy. "I'm Isabella Goldsworthy. I'm your daughter." She answers, and my heart basically stopped. My daughter!
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