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Brittany's Point Of View...

I stared at his eyes, his hazel-brown orbs that always make me fall to my knees. His fur, his brown fur, oh God, I want to reach out and grab him. But I can't... my right arm... my right paw hurts so much I can't move it. And of course, that's my fault. I... I remember taking the razor and slashed my wrist. The pain was excruciating, I've never felt so much pain. The last thing I remember was Alvin holding me in his arms, and then, I felt safe. After that... nothing. I blacked out.

Though, the pain came from my wrist, there was something, some pain I couldn't explain. It started from my stomach, right above my groin. I felt something... something like boiling, and it was followed by another excruciating stomach pain. And then it went to my chest,... and that's all I could remember before everything turned black.

I've seen the hurt in Alvin's eyes as he saw my lying down on the floor, a blade on my left paw and a deep wound on the other. The pain, the guilt... as if he was blaming himself. As if everything were his fault.

But no. He has no fault. He never started anything. Everything, Alvin's pain, the children's pain, AJ's kidnapping, all of those were mine to blame and mine alone. Alvin never took part in this. If only I hadn't gotten drunk. It started with me, and I don't think Alvin's ever going to forgive me for loosing his son.

Now, Alvin's eyes are clear with tears. His fur damp and he looks at me as if I were a miracle. He shouldn't be looking at me like that. I lost his son, I deserve to be hated. To be yelled at.

Like he did this morning.

My conscience is bothering me so much it hurts. It's eating me from the inside, telling me that everything is my fault. And I agree. I feel guilty, guilty for everything. Alvin yelled at me because I deserved it, he yelled at me because I lost his son, AJ. I can accept that Alvin will never forgive me, and the pain will always be present. When he sees me, he'll see my faults. When he sees me, he'll yell at me, shout at me, or even beat me for loosing his son. But I can live with that.

He wants to blame me, then blame me. Yell at me, then let him yell at me as his heart's content. Beat me, then let him cut my arms off and give me bruises every second for as long as I live. But as long as he'll love me, as long as he still has the heart to hold me in his arms, to mate with me with passion, to love our children, then I'm all his. I can live with my faults, I can live with this guilt, I can live with bruises everywhere on my body, but without his love, I won't last a second. He owns me, and a possession is nothing without the owner's love.

"Brittany?" He called out my name. His voice soothed my ear.

I felt movement at my right side, then three figures came into my view. Our children, looking at me with tears in their eyes and smiles in their faces. But it feels so empty. There used to be four of them, but now they're just three. And it's all my fault. "Mommy!" They called me.

"Kids... You're here." My voice couldn't reach a normal tone, so I managed with a whisper.

"Yes, mommy. We'll never leave you." Ally's sweet voice talked to me.

"You never left us at least one, why should we leave you?" Alienelle then spoke to me.

"We love you, mom." Bryon spoke to me.

I felt tears building up in my eyes, my face felt uncomfortable and I felt the need to cry. The love, the adulation, I felt it all in them. They love me. I deserve to be their mother.

"Ally, Nelle, Bryon. Thank you. Thank you so much." Words can't express how much they make me happy. But this happiness is probably not going to last long.

I looked at my left side and found Alvin looking at me with teary eyes. He's going to yell at me, I know it. He's going to comment on how stupid I am for loosing AJ and slashing my wrist. I expected a high volume voice that would make my heart tremble in fear. But when he spoke, his voice was soft and timid. I found guilt and apology in his tone.

"Brittany,... I-... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear. Please don't hate me. I'll do anything for you to forgive me. Please?" He told me.

I didn't know how to react. I heard the guilt in his voice as if it was his fault. But that's where he's wrong for the first time. It's never his fault, there's no reason for him to feel guilty. It's mine from the very beginning and mine alone. I'm the one who deserves to be guilty, to be hated. I'm the one who should beg for his apology.

I wanted to respond, I wanted to speak to him, make him feel how sorry I am for what I did. For loosing AJ, and for the will to stand my ground when he yelled at me. When he yelled, I should have taken all of it, I should have sat down beside him and feel all the guilt he wanted me to feel. But instead, I ran for the bathroom and slashed my wrist. That proves that I'm the worst mate in history, I don't deserve him. But I need him. My heart, my soul, my body, everything about me needs him.

I tried to speak a complete sentence to let him know how sorry I am. But my throat felt itchy, and speaking was hard. I couldn't even find my words. "Alvin... hold me. Please?" I pleaded instead of giving a declarative sentence. I need his warmth. I want to feel for myself if he still loves me or not.

He moved closer to me, and even though we're only inches apart, his breath already feels warm, so comforting. He lied down and curled into a ball beside me, wrapping his arms around me. And then, I felt safe, and the bad occurrences felt so distant. I felt my mind clear as I closed my eyes and received his embrace, nuzzling against his face. I sighed contentedly at the warmth he brought upon me. I feel like I'm being sheltered from a very bad storm.

. . . . . . .

Just in this morning, Brittany Seville, life partner and adoptive sister of Alvin Seville has been rushed into the hospital not later 8 o'clock in the morning because of severe bleeding. Testimonies from the clients of Veterinarian Dr. Beatrice Miller said that under the bloody furs of Ms. Seville hid a slash on the wrist, which has given the idea of a suicide attempt. The reason is said to be because of the kidnapping of their first born son, Alvin "AJ" Seville Jr., who was abducted not later than 9 o'clock last night by expelled students Ryan Edwards and Xander Raymonds. The missing son has not yet been found, and according to an interview with Dave Seville two hours ago in the California International Convention Center, the police will not be involved in the search. But rumor says that isn't true, and the police are now conducting discreet operations of the said occurrence.

The motive of the suspects isn't clear, but according to a former member of their group, Jeremy Smith, their motive is an act of vengeance towards the chipmunks, Alvin, Simon, and Theodore Seville.

As the news report ended, the TV screen turned blank and black. Ryan had turned it off using the remote and placed it on the table beside him. He grabbed his beer and took a sip before reaching for the ashtray and puffed a few smokes. He returned the cigarette to the ashtray, gave a few coughs, and turned to his partner, Xander, who was sitting beside him on the couch.

"You know, they might already have every cop on Los Angeles looking for us. This is your plan, how we gonna get outta this?" Xander spoke in an African-American accent.

Ryan gave an evil grin. "Easy." He reached for his cigarette and puffed a few fumes again. He sandwiched the roll between his fingers. "We send them a message."

With the same grin, Ryan stood up, his cigarette between his fingers as he approached a specific room. The room was nothing but a dark space. They threw away the mattress and placed in the cage on top of the table. Inside the cage was a male chipmunk, younger than a teenager. The placed isn't like their old crib, but seeing Jeremy already on the chipmunk's side, he'll probably tell them the location of their previous hangout.

The place is an abandoned apartment building which is not set to be demolished anytime soon. The stench was irresistible, and the building looked like it was going to give away any time soon. But seeing the numerous emergency escapes, it was the ideal place for a secret hangout. And luckily, the appliances still work and electricity was still up.

Ryan, still holding his grin and cigarette, he sat down on the chair and faced the table. His eyes met the younger version of Alvin Seville, the chipmunk he hates like poison. The hazel-brown eyes, clad in fear, met his.

"Please, don't hurt me. Get me out of here, please." The chipmunk pleaded. "My dad is going to be worried sick about me, and if I-"

"Could you shut up!" He glared, and immediately, the chipmunk's mouth closed.

Xander's figure walked up behind Ryan and placed his hands on the chair. "So, what are you planning?"

"Nothin'. I was thinking this guy was getting a little lonely, you know? Animal's can't make it alone, especially rats like him. And I was thinking, we can't kill this guy. That's going to be too merciful. I was thinking of letting him live through what I'm going to do. And he can't make it without another guy beside him."

"So, you thinkin' we're gonna get another one of these talking rats?" Xander asked, but Ryan didn't answer. "Nice try, bro. But I'm not going all out on the Seville Household and get caught by cops."

Ryan sipped his cigarette again and exhaled the smoke through his nostrils. He didn't answer Xander's question. Instead, he said "Where's your phone camera?"

"Why?"

Ryan moved closer to the cage and met the fearful hazel-brown eyes. With his cigarette, he aimed the burning part on the chipmunk's tail and grinned evilly. "We're gonna send THEM a message."

The cigarette entered the bars of the cage, and the chipmunk moved away in fear. "No, please don't! Please don't!"

"Shut up, you rat!"

"NO! PLEASE, NO! AAAHHHH!" The hissing scream echoed all over the apartment room.

So, sorry for the short chapter. I'm just tired and uninspired.

So, hey, I got a new Q/A for ya. Take a guess.

Who's Ryan going to kidnap next?

A. A child from Alvin's family (Please put the name)

B. A child from Simon's family (Please put the name)

C. A child from Theodore's family (Please put the name)

D. He can't kidnap anyone.