So it's been four months since I last updated you all probably forgot it existed and I am sorry about that but guess what!? I got my own computer so it's gonna be much easier to do update now. Maybe even weekly? If not weekly then at least biweekly. But a lot more often then I have been doing.

Sorry if this chapter isn't the best, there isn't much action in this chapter, just talking and it's hard to make it good while it's mostly just dialogue. Plus, I've been on hiatus for the past four months.

So here is chapter five!

song of the chapter is Two Pieces-Demi Lovato

Chapter Five: Two Pieces

~We're only lost children, trying to find a friend, trying to find our way back home~

"I know him."

Cat stared at the face, the blonde hair and blue eyes. Marcus Doubront. All of her thoughts wrapped around the name. She wanted so badly to just know where he was so she could just talk to him and ask him what was going on, but he was gone, most likely dead, and in a state the size of California it would be impossible for her to find him even if he hadn't disappeared. Yet she knew more than anything that he was apart of this because there was no way that this could all just be one giant coincidence.

"How can you know him?" she heard Jade say behind her. Cat's eyes were glued to the picture on the television. Even though she had paused it, she was afraid of even blinking just incase the picture, just like who the photo is of, disappeared forever.

"I don't know," Cat replied. "I just know that I know him. Maybe he's Nevaeh's father. I mean they do kind of look alike."

"I guess they do, but Cat how can you be so sure?" That was Beck. At first she didn't recognize the voice, so she flickered her eyes briefly to see who was speaking then quickly looked back at the paused television. This was it, the start of how to find her memory. Just minutes before she had no idea where to begin.

"I remembered something," Cat said, "Just a minute ago. I was looking through the window and saw his picture and it must have triggered a memory. It was me and him looking at the stars and we were talking about something. A brother. Do I have a brother?"

"Yes," they all said, echoing each other. Even Nevaeh, who laid on Tori's arms, answered in a high pitched noise.

Just today she learned so much about her past. Where she went to high school, her old friends, information about her family. A brother! She tried to imagine what he was like. In the memory she mentioned that he had OCD or something, but the picture her mind held on to was a muscular man who was overprotective of his sister. Cat couldn't help but smile. She was on to something, she just knew it.

"Where is he? I need to talk to him. In this memory I said that I went there-wherever it is-with him. He'll know where there is."

Suddenly, the room was silent, like if everyone was afraid to speak. In movies, when this happens, someone always asks what's a matter, but Cat stayed quiet and turned from the TV to stare at each of them innocently until someone started feeling guilty for not saying anything and finally spoke up. That person was Robbie, which Cat was glad because he was the person she trusted the most right now.

"Your brother, Frankie, has some issues. He was slowly going crazy. Your parents spent a lot of time and money getting help for him but it didn't seem to instead of getting better they just kept on getting worse. They left shortly before you disappeared to go to a treatment center in Idaho but, from what I have heard, the isolation was just making it even worse than it was and when your parents told him that you had vanished, it really put him over the edge."

Cat didn't want to hear the rest; she couldn't hear the rest. Her eyes became blurry and her balance became weak. She managed to just barely make it to the couch before she lost it. It felt like she wouldn't ever stop crying. Each tear seemed to multiply over and over again, leaving millions of tears with nowhere to go. She could hear a voice echoing through the room, screaming no as loud as she could, but was unable to register that it was her own voice.

"Cat," Robbie sat down next to her, taking her head in his hands and pulling it upwards so their eyes were looking straight at one another. "If I could, I wouldn't tell you this because it's unfair. It's so, so unfair, but Frankie couldn't handle it. They found him hanging in his room. Cat, his motivation to go on day to day trying to be fixed was all because of you. In the note that he left behind, all it said was I'm going to be with my sister again. Cat, Cat, look at me. Cat, your brother's gone. There isn't anything we can do about that."

This wasn't how it was suppose to go. She was suppose to come to LA and find her memory and be reunited with her parents. Though she wouldn't admit it out loud, that was the only outcome Cat would accept to happen, but this, this wasn't part of the plan. Someone that could have been so valuable to everything that was going on right now was ripped away from her in less time than it took to change a diaper.

"What-" there was so many ways to finish that sentence and yet her brain couldn't spit up one of them. What am I going to do now? What could this mean? What was Frankie like without all the problems? Finally she settled on one of the question that her mind could muster, "What about my parents? Where are they now? Who are they?"

This time it was Beck who spoke, who stood behind the couch, next to a piano, "They brought the body home after he died, back in December of last year, and had the funeral and buried it in the McCain cemetery in Hollywood, close to Hollywood Arts actually. Then they left. Last I've heard, they went to go volunteer in some small country in Africa and have no plans on coming home."

"Can't we just call them," Cat asked, "They're my parents, they'll come home to see me and to meet Nevaeh."

"Nobody has their number," Tori pointed out, "Not even you."

Everyone thing in this world was just working against Cat. At least, that is what it felt like. Nothing was just simple, but complex and almost too difficult to figure out. She was tired of talking about everything, and though she wanted to find more about Marcus Doubront, she was even tired of talking about that. "I think I am going to stay here awhile longer," she said, "Try to figure some stuff out and all that, so I was wondering if there was any hotels around here I can stay at. Preferably close by and preferably cheap. I probably should get a room soon."

"Cat," Beck spoke loudly, his voice echoing off the white walls, "You don't need to stay in a hotel. Jade and I have an extra room at our apartment, you and Nevaeh can stay there as long as you need."

Everyone looked towards Jade, like the expected her to deflect Beck's proposal. However, she just smiled and reached over to take Nevaeh from from Tori's arms. "We'll buy you a crib too, like one of those portable one's I've seen at Walmart, so Nevaeh doesn't have to go bedless while you're here."

Cat looked straight at Jade and replied, "Thank you, but why are you being so nice. You were yelling at me an hour ago."

"I wasn't yelling."

"You were yelling," she scoffed. "I'm not that ignorant."

"We don't want you to leave," Beck said at the same time as Jade muttered, "We're making sure you don't leave again."

These were her friends, it fully struck Cat then, they know the part of her that she doesn't. They probably know what her parents look like or what her favorite ice cream flavor was or what she planned to do with her life. Robbie had said that they used to spend a lot of time together, so all the people in this room have had so much time to figure out everything about Caterina Valentine that there is to know. She wanted to ask about herself but she's talked to much today.

"Do you know what," Beck said allowed, "Jade and actually have to leave right now. Dinner with the parents. Cat, we'll be back to pick up around eight, okay?"

"I have a car, actually, if you just wanna give me the address I can find it myself."

Beck wrote it on the back of a newspaper advertisement that was laying on the coffee table, and then both of them left. The room was quiet for a few minutes, like it had been all night, and Cat took the opportunity to mix together a bottle of formula for Nevaeh, who was now sitting on Andre's lap and sticking his fingers in her mouth. Though she wasn't used to Nevaeh being passed around like that, it was a relief to take a short break from her. For the past four months there has rarely been a moment when they were separated. When the bottle was ready, she had to take her from him, but she didn't seem to care. She drank the whole thing in a half hour, while Robbie, Tori, and Andre talked about the past few years. They tried to include Cat in the conversation, but she didn't have much to say so she just smiled and let them talk amongst themselves. Luckily, they seemed to understand. After Nevaeh finished her bottle, Cat slipped the empty container into the diaper bag and listened to the conversation.

"I can't believe you have a baby," Tori said suddenly, as Cat laid Nevaeh down on the couch so she could fall asleep, because her eyes started to flicker shut, "It just so weird to think about."

She nodded, "I was shocked to wake up and be told I had one. I don't remember any of my pregnancy, even though I remember a few things that happen during that time."

"Really," Robbie asked, "You do remember some stuff that happened before the accident."

"Kind of. It's like waking up from a dream. I know something happened, most likely having to do with nothing at all, and I can form a picture in my head, but the second I try to focus on the memory it just disappears."

Robbie leaned forward, "Do you know how Hollywood Arts jumpstarted a memory for you?" Cat nodded. Andre's locker. She totally forgotten about it, compared to the Marcus Doubront memory it was nothing. "And the same thing with that picture on the news. Do think the same thing can happen again? Even with something that you've never seen before."

"I don't know," she shrugged, not really knowing where Robbie was going with this. "Perhaps."

"Then buckle Nevaeh up, I want to show you something," Cat listened to him and buckled her now sleeping daughter in her car seat. Robbie stood up and held out his hand to Cat and helped her up off the couch and then let him lead her towards the door.

"Cat wait."

Cat hadn't spoken to Andre yet, and he hadn't really spoken to her, so she wasn't used to his voice. She turned around, letting go of Robbie's hand, and looked at Andre, who was sitting next to Tori on the red couch.. "Yes?"

He stood up and walked over to her. As he got closer, she could tell that he was a whole head taller than her. When he reached her, he wrapped his hands around her, hugging her tightly. If it was earlier, she would have backed off, but with everything that has happened it felt nice, brotherly, proving in the embrace that he had missed her so much in the past two years. She felt like a teddy bear being squeezed by a child next to him. At a few seconds, he stepped back and smiled. "I missed you Lil' Red."

Cat just smiled and walked out the door with Robbie. Something about being missed made her feel important.