A/n: Disclaiming that I own nothing of the Clique nor the characters. Idea again from the book, "Hate List".

You reviewed, and I have delivered even if it took awhile to upload it today. I hope this will give you the insight of some more background on Massie's old life before Landon. If there is anything that seems off or rushed, let me now before it's too late to fix it. I really do hope all of you will love this chapter, because I loved writing it. It's 10:10pm which means it took me an hour to write this amazing only short of 3,000 words by 800 less words amazingly lengthy chapter. Enjoy it:)

xoxo,

Haley.

"Thanks, for coming." I said grateful, that someone had come to my rescue.

"Yeah, well I don't want another person to die because of some psychopath." Derrick said as he took a step into the spa.

I could tell that he had been lounging around, because he is wearing his black sweatpants that say, "Tomahawks Soccer" down both of his front legs, and he is just wearing a plain white T-shirt. It was his video games outfit, and they are clothes that I used to steal when I would spend the night at his house, because my father was on another rampage. I spent many nights at his house, because my father was drunk and angry.

Derrick, looked around the yellow covered walls that had pictures of my mother's former modeling days but there isn't any pictures of our family or me anywhere to be found. The spa; has white lounge chairs, a steam room, a hot tub, and a full bathroom equipped with a shower. I had persuaded my mom, to buy a black mini-fridge and she compelled even though it was only meant for me to be able to eat and drink while being punished by my father.

"Thank you, for coming that is. I honestly didn't think you would." I told him the truth, as he took a seat in one of the lounge chairs.

It's weird seeing Derrick this way. I mean sure, nothing has changed with him because he still has those dazzling brown eyes, and messy short blond hair, but something about his demeanor has changed dramatically. He seems as though he is less strong, if that makes any sense? When I look into his eyes; they look as though they are broken.

"Neither did I, but no matter what has changed I will always protect you." Derrick said staring directly into my amber colored eyes.

"I wish, I could just runaway and never come back."

"Let's leave right now." He exclaimed as he shot up from the chair, and headed towards my direction.

"If my father finds out that I left, then I will really be in trouble." I said afraid of the consequences that I would face if I leave with Derrick.

When you talk about running away, after first it sounds like the best idea in the world because you think how of great it would be all on your own without anyone bringing you down. However then you remember that running away doesn't solve anything, because at some point you are bound to come home when you have nothing left or have run out of money. Even if I managed to make it on my own, my father would find me somehow and threaten to hurt my mother if I did not come home.

As much as I don't like my mother for being scared, I care about her more than anything in the world. I would never want harm to come to her, and she is why I stay in this devil house because she would be all alone with a monster. I am also the only reason why my father stays with her, and she can't be alone. She is dependent, and that is her greatest downfall.

"He won't be mad, if he finds out that you are spending the night with the Harrington's to make up for being absent for the dinner." Derrick smirked wickedly, and I threw back my head to laugh at his ingenious plan.

Derrick was always great at coming up with plans, and when we are paired together well nothing ever goes wrong. We used to dominate the world around us, when we were younger and I have truly missed being with him.

"There is only one problem, I told Alicia and the rest of her friends to come over here and save me as well." I said quickly, remembering about how I had a backup plan.

Although, I am beginning to wonder if this all was a setup, because it has now been two hours since I had sent Alicia that text message and yet she is still not here. It's not like I live in the middle of nowhere and that our houses are two hours apart, because we live in the same neighborhood.

"I kind of told them to not come." Derrick said sheepishly.

What was he thinking? That may have been my only opportunity to be friends with Dylan, and Kristen and now it is ruined. I bet that they are now convincing Alicia being friends with someone like me is social suicide.

"Well, I guess, then let's go." I said not having another option left.

We bolted into a run when our feet touched the green grass outside of the spa, because a dark shadowy figure was making it's way towards the old barn. We needed to get out as fast as we could, because the unknown figure could ruin our plans of running away for one night.

Our feet took us far past his house, and I began to wonder where exactly he was planning on to run to. I really couldn't ask him, because my breathing had become heavy since I was very out-shape compared to the all-star soccer goalie.

Finally, he came to halt and I felt my throat tighten as I read the sign over the gate, "Westchester Cemetery" and now more than ever, I regret coming with him. I am not ready to face the truth, and the truth is all of them are dead.

"Derrick, I have a confession to make," I paused to steady my breathing, and he had turned around to look at me under the street light. "I have never been brave enough to come to their graves, because I can't bear to think my boyfriend killed all of them, and then he took his own life. I never came, because if I kept away it felt like it was all a dream, but being here means it is my reality."

When I made my confession that not even Dr. Green knows about; it felt as though a heavy burden was lifted off my shoulders and I could breathe again. I knew that it still doesn't change the fact, they are gone, but it helps with learning how to cope. I've been in denial for too long, and it is time to be angry with Landon, then it will be time to forgive and move on with my life.

"I know that is why I came here," Derrick began to say, and he too had to take a minute to regain his breath. "I know, because I came here every day and night to see if you would. When you didn't I realized it was because you were still in denial that they are dead. It's time, Massie for you to face your fears."

I sighed heavily, but I walked through the gate's entrance anyway, because as much as I hate to admit that he is right, he is. I need to get over, this shooting and when I do then I can relive my life with a fresh new start.

Derrick led the way over to Sammy's grave and I felt my hands start to clam up as we reached the headstone. I think, I might have a nervous breakdown. I kept reading her name repeatedly, the moonlight reflect off the grey marble making it visible, but I wish it was all just a dream.

Sammy, was a great person even if she was mean to Landon. I knew Sammy, and she was only mean because she needed to be to keep her social status. Landon, didn't let me convince him of who the true Sammy was because he was so full of hatred and anger it ended up consuming his life.

"I tried so hard to make Landon see how great of a person Sammy was," I began to cry as I dropped to my knees overwhelmed by emotions. "I told him about how Sammy would always be a big sister to me, how she always gave me the best advice about everything. Nothing, I did or said could change his mind; he would always hate her, because she made him a loser. If I knew, what he was planning..."

"Hush, Massie it's going to be okay." Derrick said calmly, as he sat down on the bare ground and wrapped his muscular arms around my small waist.

I turned my body towards him, and buried my face into his broad shoulders as my tears continued to fall. My breathing became heavy again as I cried harder, so hard that my chest began to hurt.

I don't know how long we sat there, but by the time my tears stopped falling neither of us bothered to move. I could have stayed there forever in his arms. I felt like I belonged for the first time in a long time.

"You couldn't have saved her, and you need to learn that it wasn't your fault. It is time to get your life back." Derrick said, breaking the silence.

"What if I don't want that life back? What if I want to go back to how things were before he waltzed into my life?" I asked him as I pulled back my head, so I was face to face with him.

"Well, if you want that, you are going to have to find that brave girl hidden underneath all of these insecurities to get your old life back." He told me the honest truth, and I knew he was right.

I need to regain my strength and conquer my fears of being labeled as "the girl who dated a mass killer" because I am so much more than his ex-girlfriend. I am a fighter, and it is time for me to fight.

"Thank you." I said grateful, that he had come to my rescue.

Sure, Alicia and the rest of the girls would have been great company as well, but they wouldn't have pushed me like Derrick had. I would have run away from my problems if I had gone with Alicia, but with Derrick, I am forced to face them head on.

"Shall, we go home and play some Call of Duty?" Derrick asked as he moved his hands underneath my butt as he pushed himself off the ground and carried me bridal-style.

"We shall, but please put me down this instant." I commanded, and he without any hesitation had dropped me then ran away.

My butt had hit the ground hard, when he dropped me and I quickly got up to chase after him. I didn't mean it literally, but Derrick always loves messing with me.

"Come back here," I shouted after him as we ran down the empty streets towards his house. He didn't even bother to look back, because he knew that I was going to have my revenge on him. "I promise that I won't send you to the hospital."

We made it to his house within a record breaking time twenty minutes. Derrick had not stopped at all as I had chased him all the way home, but now he has nowhere else to run. Standing at the end of his driveway, he looked at me with a don't-kill-me-I'm-sorry look, but his cute smile isn't going to save him now.

"You have nowhere else to run, Harrington. So what are you going to do now?" I asked with a smug grin on my face as I approached him.

"Massie, it was an honest mistake. You are too nice to scum to devious behavior like me, so please do the noble thing and forgive me." Derrick said with a grin still wiped across his face, because he knew I couldn't ever be mad at him.

"Fine, but if you do it again then you will have hell to pay which means you get to go shopping with me, got it?" I asked sternly, and he nodded his head understanding.

We walked into his grey and blue house, and immediately we were greeted by his parents waiting impatiently for an answer. I had forgot how warming his house was compared to mine; the foyer is open and the grand staircase leads upstairs to the bedrooms, the red and black living room is off to the left of the entrance, and the teddy brown painted family room is off to the right.

The Harrington's household is full of pictures, of their children mostly and a few of them as a couple. The kitchen always has freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, compliment from Minnie their housekeeper, and you are always welcomed at their home.

"Where have you two been?" Lisa Harrington asked, and both Derrick and I exchanged glances at one another not knowing what we should tell them.

Lisa is a fairly tall woman at the height of 5'10 and with her pixie-cut blonde hair, and green eyes she makes for one hot mom. Sammy, looked just like her mother except Sammy would never be drastic and chop off her long locks like her fashion forward mother would.

Unlike my own mother; Lisa had gone off to college and earned a degree in Psychology that is how she meet her husband, Rick Harrington.

Rick, is a middle-aged version of Derrick, because both have the same puppy dog brow eyes, blonde short hair, and a cheeky smile. Rick, is an owner of his own enterprise that my own father CO-owns. Rick, and my father Bill as Rick calls him have been good friends since college and after college they stayed in touch and built a super house business gaining them fame, and a lot money.

"It happened again." Derrick said simply, and my eyes grew wide wondering if his parents knew the truth.

I always thought, Derrick of all people wouldn't tell a soul about my secret. It's not something I am proud of, and I hate being the daughter of an alcoholic. I hate being the victim of abuse, and what I hate more is the fact my father changed because of me.

"I should have known it would, Bill was acting so fidgety at work today and I was about to question him, but he left to obviously punish Massie." Rick sighed as he looked at me with that I-feel-bad-for-you look, which confirmed my suspicions they knew.

"They know about my secret? You promised, that you wouldn't tell anyone especially not your parents." I said as I looked directly at Derrick wondering why he had told them.

'How long have they known?' I thought, but I knew I didn't want an answer to that question.

"Derrick, didn't tell us. Sweetie, your mother came over earlier today and asked us if your father called asking if we had seen you to tell him, you came over to make amends for missing dinner," Lisa paused as she stepped over to me, and gave me a warm hug that I so desperately needed, but didn't want to ask for. Lisa had always been like a mother to me, and she would always call me, "Future Misses Harrington." whenever I came over to hang out with Derrick. "Your mother saw the two of you running out of the spa, and she knew if your father noticed it would have escalated into violence. She loves you, even if she doesn't seem justified by not leaving your father, she still loves you."

I knew what she had said about my mother loving me was the truth, but it still didn't make it easier to swallow. My mother, doesn't have the courage to leave my father behind, because she still believes there is a good man underneath it all.

This also means, the shadowy figure we had seen was indeed my mother, and she didn't even try to stop us. She also had stood up and defied my father by lying to him.

My mother does have some strength left in her, but now I want to know why she gone against him. What caused her to place my safety before her own this one time?

Review it maybe? I know the ending of it is kind of a cliff-hanger ish but, I promise the reason will be revealed later and if you didn't pay attention Lisa never said Kendra had told them about William abusing Massie, so if it wasn't Derrick and it wasn't Kendra, how did they know? Oh I know another unanswered question! Okay, I'll leave since I've caused someone brains to burst with hopefully curiosity.