I wish you never told me

A/N: I might not update a lot because I have other fics to post to, so after this chapter I'm putting this on hold. Anyway, enjoy.

Sandy's POV

Covering my mouth to prevent my screams from getting louder, he said, "You really have grown. Now, darlin', either you come with us or…well we wouldn't want anything happening to ya, right?"

Feeling my fear escalate, I squeezed my eyes shut trying to hold back tears. 'Shadow must be back now, right? I must be dreaming.' I thought, having the lavender scent practically shoved in my nose. Shaking, I opened my eyes, seeing both of them gone I noticed a slight trail of ash. Later hearing a collection of groaning, I turned my head to the left to see Shadow towering over both them.

"Mom, what's going on?" Shade asked, going behind my leg.

Looking down at her, I picked her up, saying, "Stay in your brother and sister's room for now, okay?"

She nodded as I closed the door and took in a deep breath trying to let some of my fear expel. An explosion caught me off guard, causing me to fall and run into the wall after I got up. By the time I went into the living room, the only thing I saw was red, well that and a huge hole in the ceiling. But I couldn't see straight and they were still there. Closing in on me, I exhaled and allowed my body to go limp.

Waking up, I found myself staring at a white ceiling. The hospital, of course you would take an exhausted, unstable person to the hospital. But who brought me here?

"Glad you're up." Looking to where a line of chairs were, I grinned.

"I've told you about underestimating me. I know this is uncharacteristic of me, but is he dead?"

Coming over to me, Shadow answered, "Yeah, it was nice to watch. I had no idea you could kill someone with a frying pan. But I think Calvin's alive because I punched him through the ceiling and didn't bother to look for him."

Sitting up, I exclaimed, "I killed him with a frying pan! But I was unconscious."

"It was still awesome though, I wish you saw it. Luckily, I took pictures."

"How are you okay with this?!"

He chuckled, answering, "I do this for a job, and it's natural."

I sighed in slight irritation, and glared at him, saying, "Idiot, you can't smoke in here."

He grunted in reply, until a nurse came in repeating what I said. Putting it out, he groaned and pecked me on the cheek, murmuring, "See you in a few days."

I nodded, watching him leave before exhaling. Lying down, I ruminated in the fact that I killed a family member. Earning sleep, I shifted and gripped the pillow.

A/N: So the frying pan of doom returns with a vengeance, noted that said frying pan will come again. I'm not sure what the next chapter will be about, but the kids will have their ages changed about two years, making Bryce and Maria 7, Shade and Sammy 3. Also they will show up more the older they get. Review please.