Warning: This story my not be suitable for young readers. At some point in chapters there will be mature content that some parents may not find suitable for their children to read.

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade. I only claim my OC's Ana and Issac and of course the plot

Chapter 12:

She walked around the store aimlessly thinking about the night before. The club had been a lot of fun. Never had she thought that going to such a drunken crowded place could be entertaining. How she had gotten home, she couldn't remember. Everything was fuzzy after she had danced with Ozuma. With a strange name like that who could forget it anyways. However a certain somebody was being distant and he wasn't being non-chalant about it. The red-headed young man wouldn't look at her all morning and when she spoke he only nodded or grunted. Something was up, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Bryan walked up with a bag and handed it to her. Accepting the bag she looked into it and then raised a questioning eyebrow at him. Shrugging he bypassed her and kept going down the aisle.

"What're these for?" she called running to catch up to him.

"Well. I think its time you stop hiding and accept that you're an attractive woman." he explained not looking at her. "Obviously you enjoyed yourself last night and besides myself the other guys would like some of their clothing back."

"Ok. Fine, but I have to get a job again so I can have the money to buy them myself."

"Why can't you just accept that we see you as family and we enjoy taking care of you and Issac?" his eyes looked down at her coldly and somewhat annoyed.

"Fine." she grumbled.

This had kind of become their thing in the past year. The two of them would go out and spend time together like a brother and sister day sort of deal. She actually rather enjoyed it except for when he started lecturing her about something as if he knew about anything and everything in the world. Although half the time when she was alone with any of the guys they all seemed to be like that with the exception of Spencer. He usually let her do all the talking and quietly listened only responding when completely necessary. This was her family. Everyone was odd and they wouldn't be them without that weirdness that she was strangely very proud of. Looking back all of her good memories were with them and that's how she wanted things to stay. They exited the store and above them the sky was darkening slightly with the sign of rain. Deep down something was bugging her and she had a sudden urge to go home.

333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333

He was sitting on the couch watching 'How to Train your Dragon' with the little tyke. It was her favorite movie and the little boy ate it up just like his momma. Tala wasn't a man who enjoyed watching animated films well not before he had moved into the house with everyone. The more time he spent here the more animated movies he was watching. Inside, he didn't feel like himself anymore. He couldn't quite put his finger on it and at the moment he wasn't sure if it was a good thing. For awhile he had been focused solely on one person for nearly a quarter of his life and the way things were then had seemed meant to be, but sitting on the couch watching the little boy play with his toys and laugh at the television was making it seem like his past life was even more of a lie than it had been.

Never would he admit that he missed his ex still or that anytime she contacted him he fought the urge to respond. It was wrong, but being with her had felt right. Anytime he looked at Issac though seeing him made him put the phone to the side and forget about the nagging bitch. It was a war inside his brain and chest. The little boy looked at him smiling and clapped as all the characters clapped in the movie. Tala's phone rang again and he picked it up to see her name on the caller ID again. Gritting his teeth he was about to answer it when the little boy's hand grabbed it from him and he said hello as it continued ringing. He began babbling as if he really was talking to someone and his blue eyes sparkled with wonder and excitement.

"Whose that?" Tala asked him.

Issac looked at him and with a huge smile told him, "Momma."

The smirk on Tala's face faded away as he thought about the one thing he'd been avoiding all day. His actions from the night before were a mystery to him. He wasn't sure why he did it. Everything was still a blur about what had happened. Sure he knew well and good what he'd done, but the answer to the question "Why?" still hung in the air for him. Both of them were adults and they had needs….then alcohol was involved. Most likely it was just a chain reaction followed by a heat of the moment sort of thing. Hormones were a thing that made people behave stupidly and that was what he did. He acted stupid. Judging by her behavior though she had no recollection of the events.

Issac said bye bye on his phone and handed it back to him before running to get his sippy cup and shake it in the air. Sighing he got up and followed him into the kitchen where he proceeded to try and open the refrigerator door by himself with no success. He laughed a little at the boy's intelligence before helping him open the door. It was at times like this he felt like a fool for questioning whether or not he should be with Julia again. No. This was way better than anything she had to offer. He was an idiot if he ever considered leaving and not looking back on everything here.

The door bell rang, but he ignored it since the sound of Ian's running feet traveled down the stairs. Issac pointed up at the snack cabinet signifying he was hungry as well as thirsty. When he reached to open the door the little boy jerked at his pants leg and extended his arms wanting to be picked up. Typical. The kid really liked opening cabinet doors and he was becoming really independent just like his momma. He smiled a little thinking of how he acted like her.

"Um Tala." Ian called poking his head in the kitchen.

"Yea?" he replied turning around, but when he looked at his short friend's facial expression he knew.

The look. That was the look he had carried on his face for several years. It was the expression he had carried every morning. Every time he looked in the mirror that was the look. The look of annoyance. The look of disappointment. The look that the guys had given him themselves whenever he turned down visiting them when they skyped.

He held onto Issac as he walked through the house. He didn't want to put the little boy down because something about the kid gave him more strength than he'd ever felt in his entire life. She turned around to look at him and smile sweetly as he opened the front door. Her two-tone colored hair was brushed perfectly as she liked it and the makeup on her face brought out her eyes. Those damned green eyes of lies and deceit. He watched them smolder with slight rage as she looked at the child in his arms. Her composure changed for a slight second and then she regained it again. It was another fake thing about her.

"Hey." she smiled tossing a strand of hair over her shoulder. "He's cute. Can we talk?"

"Depends on what you want." he told her with no hint of a care in his voice.

"Is he yours?" she motioned to the little guy in his arms.

Thinking for a moment he looked at the kid who smiled at him while he had his cup half in and half out of his mouth. He couldn't help but smile at Issac. The kid had a magical power that caused people to be happy.

"You could say that."

Julia crossed her arms in an annoyed like manner and bit her bottom lip while looking around. Behind her he saw Bryan's truck pull up into the driveway. Mentally cursing he ran into the house shoved Issac in Ian's arms and hurried back outside slamming the door behind himself.

"Look. I don't know why you're here, but you need to leave." he told her quickly looking over her shoulder as he saw Ana getting out of the truck.

He knew what Julia was like and he didn't want to get Ana in the middle of it. Julia was ruthless and had no good little voices inside of her head. They were evil. Damn, why didn't he see this a long time ago?

"So tell me, since he looks a little old, did you have fun making me feel like shit?" she questioned.

"I didn't do anything to you."

This was BS. Why did he always get blamed for something he didn't do?

"We break up and suddenly you have a kid. I felt terrible for what I did and you've already got somebody else knocked up on the side."

He narrowed his eyes at her. Was she really believing even her own lies that were spewing from her filthy mouth?

"I can't believe I missed you."

That one made him raise an eyebrow.

"Hey." Ana smiled as she reached the top of the steps.

Julia turned angrily at the auburn haired girl. She grabbed the front of Ana's shirt and started screaming random things at her. The subject changed with every sentence causing Bryan to look at Tala like he had three heads. His friend mouthed the words that the red-head was thinking. He put his hands up not knowing himself what the hell was going on.

"Fuck you and that little shitty brat of yours!" Julia screamed.

333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333

Ana had no idea what the heck was going on, but the filth coming from this strange woman's mouth was beyond ridiculous. This girl who had long brown hair with a strange orange color to her bangs was crazy. Her first thought was that this chick was bipolar. Things had seemed calm until she had spoken to Tala. Tala. She looked at him and then back at the crazy woman yelling in her face. It all made since now. This was why he had been the way he was when they'd first met. She was her. This woman was the reason he had been withdrawn and disliked Issac and herself at first.

"Julia." she heard him call out. "Chill out. Leave her alone."

Julia… so this wretch had a name after all.

"..that little shitty brat of yours!" the girl screamed.

Now she had Ana's attention. Nobody spoke about her son that way. She looked into Julia's eyes, green versus green, sparks clashed like a fire about to start. Ana looked down at the hand grasping her shirt. This woman was a threat to her son and she wouldn't stand for that.

Ana grabbed the other woman's hand and twisted it making her squeal in pain. She watched as the other arm swung at her but she ignored it to quickly grab the back of Julia's head with her left hand, while she had her arm still twisted with the right and put all her weight into slamming the girls face into the house. Julia's body bounced off the house and Ana let go looking at her as she crumpled to the porch. Everyone on the porch was still not knowing what to do. Standing there she watched Julia slowly pick herself up. The brunette with orange bangs saw the blood on her hand after she touched her face and then angrily eyed Ana again. She lunged at her knocking her into the post connected to the hand rail for the stairs. The air rushed from her lungs and she coughed before punching the other girl in the stomach a couple times then a couple more until she backed off of Ana.

Julia regained her composure a little before trying to scratch Ana's eyes out and grabbing her by the hair throwing her onto the wooden floor. She guessed this girl was trying to be tough and make Ana feel how she had on the ground. The brunette straddled her and punched her in the mouth. She could feel the warm coppery taste of blood from a split lip that she hadn't endured for almost two years. Ana put her hand around the other girls throat and threw her to the side. At that moment the boys took this opportunity to try and settle the two of them down. Bryan grabbed Ana since she was closest and Tala grabbed Julia. She heard him try to talk some sense into her as Bryan looked over her face at the damage. There was a loud smack making both of them look as Julia escaped the red-head's grip and ran at her. The brunette used the force of her charge as she outstretched her arms and shoved Ana off the top of the steps. For a moment she felt like she was flying and then she was falling down completely missing the small flight of stairs.

She reached out seeing the looks of terror on Tala and Bryan's faces as they watched her fall. Julia stood at the top smirking as if victorious the same way he had looked at her when he had shoved her down the stairs of his parents' home. One of the many reasons why she hated Issac's father so much. The last thing she saw and felt was the darkness as her head hit the edge of the side walk.