Hey, where is everybody? Fanfiction seems so quiet now. Come on... where's the love, guys? I hope you guys aren't loosing interest. On chapters 13 and 14, I only got four reviews.

Okay, it's time to use my own style of 3rd person this time.

The kids, especially Ally had been endless in talking and weeping about the loss of their brother. Jeanette could only do so much as give them a comforting embrace, and that's all she could do. She felt useless, but then again, this wasn't her job. She's not their mother, Brittany is. But now, Brittany has to know about the loss, and so does Alvin but Jeremy will take care of that matter. But even though it's her responsibility, she hates to be the one to tell her sister about this.

But she has to. As the mother, Brittany has the right to know. Giving her nephews and nieces one last goodbye, Jeanette left their room and walked through the hallway. She made her way through doors and stopped as she approached Alvin and Brittany's room. Hopefully, Alvin would be downstairs talking to Jeremy. She pushed the door open with ease and stepped inside the room. On the bed, Brittany was under the covers, asleep until her ear flinched at her sound.

"Alvin? Is that you?" Brittany rose up and asked.

"No, Brit. It's Jeanette."

As Brittany got up, the sheets fell from her shoulders to the mattress, revealing her auburn fur covering her naked body. "Oh, hey. I hope you don't mind, Alvin and I... uh... last night."

"You're naked. I can tell." Jeanette replied.

Brittany blushed under her fur. "Oh,... do you mind if we not get into that?"

Despite what's going on (AJ being chip-napped), Jeanette chuckled. "How are you?"

"A little dizzy from the hangover, but I'm alright." She replied. "Listen, sorry about last night. Alvin told me what happened and,... was I really that drunk?"

"You drank the whole bottle. Two glasses are enough to get a chipmunk tipsy, and you drank more than twelve."

"Look, I'm really sorry about... whatever I did last night. I hope none of the kids have seen me."

"Don't worry, they were outside."

Brittany sighed in relief. Jeanette walked and weaved around the room and sat down on the bed. They gave each other smiles as they held their gazes. They never had any sisterly bond since they were mated. Not that they have any problems with that... it just feels renewed to be talking to sisters again.

"You have no idea what happened between me and Alvin last." Brittany started.

Jeanette was just about to tell her about AJ, but seeing Brittany at a dream-like state, she thought of procrastinating for a while. Enjoy the happiness while she can. Jeanette smiled at her. "Why?"

In a dreamlike state, Brittany sighed and fell on the bed. "Oh, Jeanette, I'm so in love." Her smile drew that nothing else in the world mattered.

"That's not the first time you said that, Brit."

"I know. But last night, you have no idea how wild he was. Oh, God, it felt so good."

In disgust, Jeanette shuddered. "Ugh, Brit, I have a mate now. I don't want to hear about it."

"It's alright. But, oh God, Jeanette, I knew I love more than anything else in the world at first, but now... I don't even know what kind of love this is. It's so strong, so passionate." Brittany took the pillow beside her and cuddled with it, imagining Alvin's figure.

"Look, Brittany, I don't want to here about it, please. I'm mated to Simon." After a second, Jeanette's smile disappeared. "And I don't think you should be so happy either."

Brittany got up from the bed and looked at her with a puzzled look. She arched her eyebrows as she looked at her. "What do you mean by that?"

Jeanette sighed. Enough procrastination, she thought, Brittany needs to know about this as soon as possible. "Look, Brittany. I hate to be the one to tell you this. And please know, I'm just as devastated as you will be." Jeanette clasped her paws together.

"Why, what happened?" Jeanette sensed Brittany's nervousness.

"It's AJ."

At his name, Brittany tail flinched, his eyes widened and mouth agape. "What? Why, what happened?"

Jeanette gulped as she forced the words out. "He's been-"

Before Jeanette could continue, both of them shot up as they heard a loud bang from behind them. It sounded like the door being slammed close, and looking towards it, they saw Alvin's figure. Alvin was frowning, his muscles clenched and his expression mad. Not wanting to get caught in something, Jeanette stood up.

"I- uh... I better leave." She stood up, passed Alvin and out the door.

. . . . . . .

Brittany's Point Of View

W-why does... what's going on? Why does Alvin look so... so... so angry? What happened? Oh, no is he going to yell at me? Oh, God, please no. I saw Jeanette turning to leave, but I was too scared at Alvin's expression to notice. Oh, please, don't make him yell at me. Please don't make him angry... Oh please, no.

Seeing his expression, I felt only fear inside me. Tears ran from my eyes even though he didn't say anything yet. I remember Jeanette saying something about AJ. Oh, no.. what happened to AJ? Is Alvin mad because of it?

"A-Alvin... what's wrong?" I asked, trying not to sound scared.

Alvin stomped his feet as he made his way toward the bed. I swear I could hear him sniff. Is he crying? Then this must be terrible... and what happened to AJ? Is he okay?

He sat down on the foot of the bed beside me, burying his face in his paws. "You don't know what happened, don't you?" Alvin sounded scared, angry,... it's so not like him. No, this isn't Alvin. It's someone else. Alvin would never get angry.

"What happened? Please tell me?"

Then he lifted his face and stared at me with eyes burning in anger. I moved backwards, trying to get away from that glare. It scared me... this isn't Alvin. Alvin would never glare at me like that.

"THAT'S THE THING! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!" Oh, God... he yelled at me... Alvin yelled at me. Oh, please, please let this be a dream. I don't want him to yell at me. I teared up, feeling tears streaming down my cheeks. I felt scared, the walls around me were getting close and I felt my heart pounding fast, as if fear was chasing it. "Let, me ask you, Brittany." His voice was dark. "Where's our son? Where's AJ?"

AJ.

The name came up again, and it only brought more fear inside me. My tears were raining, I sniffed. I felt a knife digging to my heart,...

"See? You don't know." Is he blaming me? "He's kidnapped."

The word dug inside me again. My eyes widened, letting more tears out. My mouth opened, I tasted my tears. Tears of fear.

"AND ALL BECAUSE YOU HAD TO GET DRUNK!" Alvin yelled at me again. Oh, God, why does it have to hurt so bad? I felt my heart starting to ache, and breathing became hard. My body felt numb in fear, and I felt like dying. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"

It's all my fault.

"IF YOU HADN'T GOTTEN DRUNK IN THE FIRST PLACE,..."

All my fault. Mine.

"... I COULD HAVE SAVED HIM! WE COULD HAVE SAVED HIM!"

Suddenly, I wanted to leave, get away. Away from him,... Away from Alvin. No... no... this isn't Alvin. It's not Alvin. It's a demon, the devil trying to get in the way of our love. I my teary eyes met his, and his eyes too, were in tears. "Who are you?" I asked him. I couldn't believe, I won't believe... this chipmunk I'm talking to isn't Alvin.

"I'm your mate."

"No, you're not!" I yelled back. "My mate is Alvin. He loves me, he never yells at me, even at hard times he wraps me in his arms, and everything feels okay! Who. Are. You!"

"So you think if I wrap you in my arms, everything will feel okay? Our son is kidnapped, and YOU have the right to feel okay? How could you be so selfish!?"

Selfish. That word struck lightning into my heart. I felt my soul getting slashed by a sword - his words. His tone. His voice.

I detected the anger in his voice, the blame... I couldn't take this anymore. I couldn't stand it. I felt a thunder boom from the outside, but I felt like it was just my imagination. No,... the thunder wasn't from outside. It was between us. This chipmunk I'm talking to... I can't see Alvin inside him. His deathly glare, his murderous expression,... it's a demon. The demon of love. Alvin wouldn't yell at me. Not after what happened last night. Unless it meant nothing to him. But in his eyes, the way I saw it this morning, it meant everything to him.

And if he did, he wouldn't get angry at me. Unless this isn't Alvin. And no, it's not him. Alvin is a loving, passionate, soft-spoken chipmunk and a great father I fell in love with.

Scared, I felt my legs coming back. Without any reluctance, I ran to away, away from this devil. I didn't take any time to look back. My tears told me to run away, I didn't care about my naked figure. To where am I running? I don't know. All I know was I want to get as far from him as possible, and I found myself inside the bathroom.

I locked the door, feeling the tiles underneath my paw. Leaning on the door, I felt my body getting weaker, as if taking all of those yells took half of my life away. I couldn't move, neither did I feel the need to. Oh, God, why is Alvin so angry? And what happened...

AJ.

Oh, my God... it's AJ! He's kidnapped!

'If you hadn't gotten drunk in the first place...' His voice came back.

Oh, God... it's all my fault. What... what did I do to deserve this? AJ's kidnapped because of me, and Alvin... he's mad at me. God, I don't want to live anymore... I want to take away what's rest of my life. What's left of me...

Wiping my tears, I hopped up on top of the sink and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Maybe I'm not such a good mate. Maybe I'm not as good of a mother as I thought. Maybe... maybe all of those love and adulation was a lie because nobody wanted to hurt me.

And our children.

Were they a lie too? Were they lying to me about being the best mother? All these time... after all these time... this love was a lie? This mateship? Our children? They were all lies?

No... no... no... please... this isn't real. I- I don't want to be here anymore.

Under the mirror, I saw a few supplies owned by Dave. Shaving cream, shampoos, aftershave... a razor.

A razor.

A sharp, tiny razor... shiny I could see own reflection. In it, I saw the light. Without any more hesitation, I reached for it and gave myself one last look at the mirror. Endless tears rushed out of my eyes as if they were blood. I gave no more second thoughts. All I want is to end this... to end this storm... this thunder between us.

I'm sorry, Alvin.