Disclaimer: I only own Layla, Owen, and any other OC's that may be involved in this story. I own no one from the MR Series

Owen's P.O.V

I watched as Layla came in from outside, she walked to the stairs. "Layla, aren't you going to eat?" My mom asked. Layla shook her head, and said she wasn't hungry. Then she disappeared upstairs, a worried look washed over my mom's face. But dad was all over it. He put an arm around her shoulder, and kissed the side of her head. "Geeze you two, get a room." I teased. Dad smirked at me, and we all laughed. I still couldn't believe that they were only thirty-two, they still looked twenty. I finished eating, and then thanked Iggy for cooking. He gave me his usual wide grin, and then went back to putting up the leftovers. I walked to Layla's door, and knocked. After a minute or two, I opened the door. Only to be greeted by empty pink walls. She wasn't in there, so I went to the next place she was bound to be. I opened her bedroom window, and spread my black wings.

"Hey." I said landing on the roof.

"What?" She asked looking up at me.

"Geez, someone's a Ms. Snippy pants." I said sitting next to her.

"Go away Owen."

"Make me."

She grumbled and rolled her eyes, she laid her head back on her arms which were resting on her knees. I pulled her in for a hug, but of course she rejected me. I crossed my arms behind my head and lay back, "Fine don't accept my hug." I snorted. Ignoring me she kept looking at the grave in the yard, I sighed and closed my eyes.

"How long has it been…since he died?" She muttered.

"Six years." I replied, looking over at her. "Come on Layla, you still can't be missing him."

She bit her lip, like she did before she cried. I sat up and hugged her, regretting that I'd said that. I knew she missed him; he practically died right before her eyes. After he died, she was never the same. For an entire month, she didn't eat or sleep. All she did was sit in front of his grave after we buried him; she sat out there every day. Even when it rained, I remember one day when it was storming. It took dad, mom, and Iggy to drag her inside. She cried all the time, once she even came into my room completely balling tears. She was too old to sleep in my mom and dad's bed, so she'd come to me for comfort.

"Layla I'm sorry…" I apologized holding her tighter. "I shouldn't have said that."

"It's ok, you're right." She said pulling away from me.

She spread her wings and threw herself off the roof, I watched her fly off. Then I sighed, and went back inside. I went into my room and got on my laptop, I got on my blog. Well it was my dad's blog, but he didn't need it anymore, so he gave it to me. I didn't really change anything, but he told me I could do whatever I wanted with it. I figured in case he ever changed his mind about giving it to a fifteen year old, so I just used that same site and made a blog of my own, complete with background music. My fingers dashed across the keyboard, and then there was a knock at the door. "It's open." I said. The door opened, and I saw Dad come in.

"You find your sister?" He asked.

"Yeah, she was up on the roof. But she flew off again." I replied.

"Ok, your mom was worried." He said closing the door.

"Hey dad?"

"What's up?"

"Can I go to town?"

"Sure, but be back by six. If your mom wakes up and sees you gone, she'll kill me."

I snickered, and then I realized he really meant it. I walked out of my room after he left; I grabbed my skateboard and left the house. I decided I'd go to the skate park, flapping my wings I flew to the skate park. I landed in a dense clump of trees, that was what mom and dad always told me to do. I tucked in my wings, then dropped my board and kicked off. Swerving down the street; I leaped over a trash can and stopped near the ramps.

"Yo Owen!" Gazzy yelled running over to me.

"I thought you were at the house, dad let you leave too?" I asked him.

He nodded and gave me a big grin; we dropped our boards and raced through the park. We came to a flight of stairs; I jumped up and listened to the sweet sound of my board skid across the metal railing. Gazzy tried that same stunt, and ended up falling. I quickly snapped out my wings and held his pits, preventing him from going face first into the concrete.

"Dude put those away!" He shouted.

"Gee, you're welcome from me saving you from needing plastic surgery." I rolled my eyes.

He nudged me "Haha, thanks bro."

I rolled my eyes again, and then saw something brown flash by. I looked over at the trees where I saw it; I narrowed my eyes, and skated over to it. By the time I got there, nothing was there. Then I saw a flash of brown again, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Jeb.

"Gas, up and away, now!" I shouted leaping in the air. He flew alongside me as I scanned the area below, how the hell was that bastard here? I flew in the opposite direction from home, just in case he would follow us. We landed in a clearing, looking at the trees. I knew he was following us, I knew it was him. I'd seen his messed up eye.

"What are we gonna do?" Gazzy asked.

"We fly home, tell mom and dad he's back." I replied, not taking my eyes off the trees.

When a shadow appeared we took a fighting stance, both of our eyes widened when we saw who really stepped out of the trees.