Hello. I've been so bad with updating lately I decided to update all of my stories at the same time. So well, that's kind of it.

Michael POV

"Dad" I swallowed, everything I had said and done the last time we meet was starting to come back to me and I felt first my hands, then my arms, then my whole body started trembling. "Dad I am so, so sorry."

…."I HATE YOU" I shouted. "I WISH YOU DIED AND MUM CAME BACK"….

"Dad?" Dad stood still as a stone, not moving an inch. "Dad please say something… dad I am so, so sorry."

…"And you've only been caring about yourself, mum and Molli. No one cares about me… Screw this. I'm leaving- for the people that actually cares for what I think and how I feel….

If I had just known how wrong I was

"Dad." My voice was breaking and my breaths turning into wilder and wilder sobs. "Dad I'm so… I'm so…" My voice broke and I had to stop talking to be able to take a breath. I looked up at dad but my vision was getting blurry from all the tears, but still I could see him lifting his hand and for a moment I was afraid he would hit me or something.

But he didn't

God- of course he didn't

He'd never do something like that

"Come here." Dad laid his hand towards the back of my neck and gently pulled me close to him, keeping the fingers of the hand pulled into my hair, and then placing the other one at my back as he started to rub circles. "It's okay." I stopped fighting and immediately burst out crying worse than ever. "Sch, sch, sch. It's okay Mikey… it's alright." His voice broke too and I heard his half- muffled sobs and felt dad's own tears dripping down in my hair.

Sophia POV

I couldn't help but to stand and watch the two Preston's stand with their arms wrapped around each other and crying either loud and wildly- like the younger, or muffled and softly like the older. It was so beautiful in some way- like it was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen- or at least that I hadn't seen in so very long.

Because what I was witnessing was nothing else but pure love, and pure feelings. And maybe I was witnessing yet another time how love would always be stronger than hate.

Molli had told me what Michael had said before he left, all that terrible stuff. But maybe the fact that Michael senior just loved his son to bits weighed heavier than what he had said would. I sniveled slightly- if I would ever meet my family again- would the fact that they loved me and always had weigh heavier than the fact that I probably already was the last one standing- and would be for God knows how long- for my whole life after this.

"Where's Molli?" At last Michael senior let go of his son, I said I'd get her and then got her in the garden and led her to the quiet room, afterwards I jogged up to my room and made two sketches in the block of papers and with the pencils I had gotten from winning that competition before I had forgotten the pictures of first Michael and Michael hugging and then Michael senior lifting Molli up and smiling towards her explaining to her that she was going home.

Three days later all the paper work with the socials were done and Molli was about to leave the dumping ground once and for all. She still refused to talk to me after Johnny had told the others that I only cared about her because I had no choice, on top of all that Joe and Stan wasn't talking to each other and Jody kept on nagging me about my brother "Luke"

"I have a brother named Luke too!"

"I haven't got a brother named Luke." I said for at least the millionth time and stood up. "Mr. Preston?" Mr. Preston senior stood and packed Molli's things into the car and turned to me when I spoke his name and I reached him the big envelope with three drawings in black and white in it. "I figured you might want these."

The first drawing was of Molli, I had started it and done a sketch quite a while ago, then it was the drawing of Mr. Preston and Michael hugging and then the one with Mr. Preston holding Molli on his hip and his other hand on Michael's back while Michael leaned his head against his dad's shoulder and held up his hand to hold his sister's. All of the drawings were in black and white with pencils.

"Thank you." Mr. Preston clapped my shoulder. "And Sophia." I had started walking back into the dumping ground so I turned around. "I believe in what you say- about that Johnny didn't speak the truth when he said you only cared for Molli when you had to. So… I got you a little something as a thank you- I gave something to Mike and Gina as well so…" he pulled out a book- a copy of Harry Potter and the philosopher's stone I could see as he handed it to me. "I didn't know what you liked but Michael likes it so I thought I'd… well…" He turned around and helped Molli up in her seat- Molli only sadly looked to me and then started playing with her brother who sat in the front seat, I sighed and took the book in a steady grip before turning towards the house and walking inside.

"Why do you keep on saying you haven't got a brother named Luke when I heard you saying it?" Johnny asked when I came in- I sighed- would he really want to go that low. "I mean… it's not like us knowing his name could harm him in any way is it? And if the police is after him he probably deserves to be caught right?"

I couldn't help it! I was blinded by anger and more or less flew up the first set of stairs and grabbed Johnny's shirt, pushed him down the stairs and then, before he had the time to do anything to react hit him with all my power. Again, again, again. "Don't…" I spoke. "…You… ever…. Talk… about… my…. Brother… again." I had thrown the book Mr. Preston gave me at the floor and it laid forgotten on the steps. "You… know… nothing."

I didn't hear anyone coming or noticed anyone coming before Mike grabbed me around the stomach. "Stop it Sophia. Stop it." He must have almost jumped backwards holding me because when he did I lost my balance and fell backwards and when I got back up on my feet and tried to jump on Johnny again Mike was in front of me so it was easier him to stop me.

"Stop it Sophia, stop it."

Then suddenly, all at once I came back to reality.

"DON'T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT MY FAMILY AGAIN." I shouted to Johnny. "YOU KNOW NOTHING OKAY? NOTHING!" I pushed Mike away then ran up the stairs and to my room, slamming the door after me and throwing myself on the bed and then just lying there in the silence before someone knocked the door. "What?" I turned around to see Shawn carefully coming into the room with my book in his hand.

"You dropped this." He handed me the book. "It's got your name in it so I figured it was yours." He handed it to me and I opened it to see if it actually had my name in it.

To Sophia, thank you for your help

"Thank you Shawn." I said and then turned around towards the wall again. "But can you leave me alone again? I just need to do some thinking by myself." I couldn't see Shawn but I heard him answer me yes and then heard his footsteps as he left the room and the door open and close. When he was out of the room I sat up in my bed and looked through the window up in the skies.

It was the same skies all over the world I had heard- and in that case- if Luce against all odds was still alive he would maybe be looking up the same sky as me every once in a while, and if he wasn't, then he'd be up there along with mum, dad, Sophie and Aaron somewhere, and then they would all be able to see and hear me wouldn't they.

"Help me." I whispered with my eyes closed. "Just help me to know what to do."

Tee POV

I sat by the kitchen bench on one of the high stools and my arms crossed over my chest watching Mike put pieces of cotton in Johnny's bleeding nose. "I can't believe you did that to Sophia" I stated hoarsely. "Just go on about her family like that… Johnny we don't know anything about her or where she comes from- you as much as anyone else- I'm so ashamed of you I wish you weren't my brother."

I kind of regretted what I had said to him when I saw that look on his face and in his eyes. That look that made me feel like I had just ripped his heart into pieces and I knew that maybe that was what I also did, maybe just those few words ripped his whole heart and soul into pieces. But I needed to make him learn once and for all.

That he couldn't just treat people like that

I knew I couldn't keep on watching Johnny when he was like that. But I didn't want to admit to myself that I regretted it. "Tee…" Johnny almost whispered when I stepped down from the stool and walked out of the kitchen. I heard him shout after me before I ran up the stairs and knocked the door to Sophia's room.

"Are you alright?" I opened the door, Sophia sat looking out the window and seemed all gone from the rest of the world. I walked closer but as I was over by the bed I didn't notice some papers lying there until I had pushed them down from the bed walking by the bed. "Oh, I'm sorry." I kneeled and picked two photos of.

I couldn't help to take a look on the photos, one of them was of a boy- his hair was dark, almost black hair, his skin slightly tanned and he had a big smile on his face as he looked into the camera with one little baby- obviously twins lying in each arm- he might have been ten or eleven years old.

The other photo was of the same boy- or it looked like it was the same on the hair color, and the shape of the face- his skin was white though so maybe at the first he was just tanned by sunlight- only he was a lot older maybe in his late teens or early twenty's. Sophia was in the photo- in fact- she and someone who must have been her twin sister because they looked exactly the same and then a boy- maybe three or four years old standing behind them with his hands at the older boy's shoulders and the older boy's arms around Sophia and her twin.

"Leave them be." Sophia said callously and ripped the photos out of my hands before she hid it under her pillow again. "Don't breathe a word to anyone about these UNDERSTAND?" She asked rudely, I shook my head and answered her I wouldn't. Because whoever the boys and the other girl in the photo were- they all had something important to do with Sophia before she came here to the dumping ground. And I wasn't going to be the one spreading rumors and lies- or even truths.

But I should have understood somebody else was

And especially after what happened at dinner that night

We were all eating, there really wasn't anything special going on until we heard a plane- it wasn't anything unusual either until we heard the plane starting to fly back and forth and going quite low. "It's probably just some ambulance plane trying to find somewhere to land or something like that." Mike said at our confused comments on the plane, but one after one we all started noticing what Sophia's reaction was.

She sat with her eyes shot open, as stiff and still as a statue, and to me who sat the closest I could hear and see her breaths were short and shallow. "Sophia." Mike tried. "Sophia, it's okay. You're safe." I didn't get what had made Sophia so afraid- and I don't think anyone else did either- except maybe Mike and Gina who had distressed looks on their faces as they glanced at each other.

"Sophia…" Mike tried again, and maybe if there hadn't been anything else with that Sophia would have calmed down, but then suddenly, a lightning from thunder lit the kitchen up. And at the same time a loud thunder echoed through the area as the same time as the thunder made the ground shake- and then Sophia seemed to wake up, she flew up on her feet and jumped away from the table before she ran out of the kitchen and then we heard the basement door open and slam closed and her footsteps down the stairs.

Mike and George- who was visiting again- quickly got up on their feet and ran after Sophia as we heard the plane fly by for the last time and we all glanced to each other- no one seemed to have any idea of what was going on or what to do now. "Just carry on eating children." Gina said at last. "You can't help Sophia, Mike and George are doing their best so you just keep on minding your own business yeah?"

I looked down at my plate, the others had started eating again but everything suddenly made sense to me and the thought of what might possibly have happened to Sophia before she came here made me feel sick. Did Sophia live in some country- or place- with a war going on? She must have- it was the only reason everything could make sense and yet I tried to push the thought away- it just seemed to terrible- but everything made sense.

If Sophia had experienced wars, then a plane going low and coming back, along with flashing light and loud thunders must mean… it must have meant…. Bomb?! If Sophia had lived in a warzone than maybe… maybe the rest of her family had fallen victims for the terrible acts of people's fighting- had they? Was the smiling boy in the picture of him and two babies in fact… dead? Had the other smiling boy in the second photo-with the chubby cheeks and the big smile also fallen victim for adults' actions?

And where was the girl who seemed to be Sophia's twin?

If she was dead… then the strong reaction to a pair of identical twins living here made sense

And it made sense how Sophia wanted to give Stan and Joe another chance before they split up

And it made sense how she told them they would never be able to live without each other

And it made sense with the posttraumatic stress

That and everything else just seemed to make sense more than it ever did before

How could I not have seen this?

"Is Sophia afraid of thunder?" Shawn asked and looked to Gina. Gina seemed to wonder about how to answer him and then told that maybe he was- but that he should just go back to eating and not worry about Sophia. But Shawn didn't eat, he just sat there and stared at his food with his head to the side as if he was far away wondering about something.

"Maybe her family got lost or died or just left her in a storm somewhere." Carmen suddenly said. "That would explain some things." I swallowed- and find myself weirdly hoping that Carmen was right because everything would just be better than what seemed like the harsh truth about war and death.

"Or maybe in a plane crash." Johnny said. "That would explain it too."

"Kids stop it" Gina tried, but the discussion was on, on every way possible Sophia could have ended up here that would have made her so afraid of hearing big bangs, and they seemed to get more and more impossible and unrealistic but there wasn't a chance for Gina to cut it now so it all just continued until Stan pulled his version of the whole.

"Maybe she and her family was somewhere where some aliens landed their UFO with a bang and then Sophia hid so they wouldn't get her while her whole family was kidnapped by Aliens and now with the flashing light, the airplane and the bang she thinks they're coming back for her." Stan laughed shortly, but stopped all of a sudden when we all heard Sophia's voice- just as she came into the kitchen.

"Is that it then?" She said strictly with anger burning in her eyes like fire. "Do you really want to know where I am from and what happened to me before I came here?" We all looked to each other, no one knew what to say.

"Fine then. I'll tell you."

Uh- oh! Well… this is the fourth chapter I finish for my update- all- of- my- stories- at- the- same- time- project.