A/N: Hello! Well, can you guys believe it? Chapter #30?! Crazy! I never thought I would get this far! Thank you guys so much! And I actually got this chapter out in a more reasonable amount of time? Crazy!

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"That's Jenna." Michael pointed at the doppelgänger on the left. "Lorena's twin."

Silence filled the room as they all tried to process this new information.

Their attention was directed to Michael again when they heard another voice on his end, it was off-camera and muffled. They couldn't clearly hear what they said, but Michael replied to the person, "Of course. I'll be right there." He faced them, "Sorry guys, I gotta go. Duty calls." He waved goodbye and ended the video chat.

Kyoya cleared his throat, bringing their attention to a projector that was connected to his laptop, projected on the screen was a picture of baby Lorena and Jenna. The lights dimmed as he pulled a pointer seemingly out of nowhere and began his presentation.

"This is Lorena and Jenna Darrow." The slide changed to a family tree titled, "Darrow Family Tree." He continued, "Lorena has one older sister, Elena, and a twin, now deceased." The picture of Jenna had a red "x" next to it. "Her parents, Iris Boone-recently deceased-and Leo Darrow. She also has a stepmother, Theresa Darrow." The picture of Iris also had a red "x" next to it. The picture changed again to another-more recent-picture of Jenna and Lorena together wearing matching outfits in public. "Jenna Darrow was killed in a mass shooting that happened in a public mall approximately three years ago. Lorena was also severely injured in this attack." The projector clicked off and the lights came back on, and the screen rolled back up. "Questions?"

"Uh, yeah. If you've known about this for this long, why didn't you say something?" Hikaru asked.

"Lorena and I made an agreement. So long as the matter did not cause problems for us, it would not be mentioned. However, Theresa Darrow snooping around and asking about us qualifies as 'problems.'" He pushed his glasses up.

"You know what this means, men." Tamaki declared with a flourish of his arms, "It's time to initiate the 'Make Rena-chan Come Home and Be Happy' plan!" The twins and Honey cheered and Haruhi just sighed. "But first," Tamaki faced them all with a serious look on his face, "recon."

~Time Skip~

"I really do hope you boys are successful in bringing Rena back." The little old landlady unlocked the door for the group. "She's such a nice young lady, always so helpful. You know she replaced some of these numbers on the doors? Such a nice young lady... But she never takes proper care of herself! She won't eat if you don't watch her." She remained outside as the Hosts entered Lorena's apartment that only held boxes. Kyoya thanked the old woman and she left them.

Haruhi was speechless. This was really happening. Some part of her was hoping this whole thing had been some sort of sick practical joke. Some part of her was still hoping that Lorena would pop out from behind the corner and shout, "Gotcha! Bet you thought I'd actually left you?" Then they'd all laugh about it, she'd fake being mad at her and the others for tricking her, and them Lorena would say something like, "You're still gonna make me some rice balls, right? They're soo~ good!"

But she didn't pop out from behind the corner. It wasn't a prank. She wasn't here. She had really left them. And without even having the decency to say...something! No explanation! No goodbye!

Haruhi felt anger rise up in her. She never thought she'd have a reason to ever get so angry at Lorena. Lorena was her best friend. But this...had their friendship meant so little to her?

As the rest of the Hosts snooped around in Lorena's packed boxes in the kitchen and living room area, Haruhi went straight to Lorena's bedroom. If they were going to find any answers, they wouldn't be in a room where guests were allowed, they would be in a private place.

She pushed the door open and found only more cardboard boxes. Not even a bed or a nightstand. She poked through the boxes closest to her before she spied something out of the corner of her eye. It was a box that hadn't been taped up and stacked neatly. Peeking out from under one of the flaps was the head of a stuffed leopard. She lifted it up out of the box to get a better look at it. It was well worn, a patch on its side and its right ear precariously reattached.

She set it aside when she looked back in the box and saw what could only be a personal journal. She picked up the journal and ran her hands over its fancy leather cover. It looked like one of those things that was forbidden to open, but it was just so tempting. She opened it at the first page and began reading:

Dear Jenna,

I still can't believe you're gone. I keep expecting you to walk through that door and start yelling at me for getting hurt again. But it's been two days. Why haven't you come back yet?

Love,

Lorena

Haruhi flipped to the next entry.

Dear Jenna,

I'm so, so sorry. I failed you. I hate being stuck in this damn hospital. I couldn't even be there at your funeral. I can't help but wish I was being buried right beside you. At least then we'd still be together.

Love,

Lorena

Tears poured down Haruhi's face. All this time, she hadn't even really known Lorena. Not the real Lorena anyways. She turned a couple of pages forwards.

Dear Jenna,

It's hard blowing out the candles without you. Happy 14th birthday.

Love,

Lorena

She turned the page.

Dear Jenna,

I've finally broken the habit of not finishing my sentences. You're never going to finish them for me, are you?

Love,

Lorena

"Hey, Haruhi! You find anything yet?" Hikaru called out to her from the living room.

Haruhi wiped away her tears hurriedly and sniffled, closing the journal. "No, nothing." She called back. It was just too personal. It didn't provide any answers, and she'd already invaded her privacy too much. But... This could let Haruhi see the true Lorena... Haruhi shook her head and placed the journal back in the box. No, that wouldn't be right. If she wanted to get to know the real Lorena, she would do it face-to-face. She put the stuffed leopard back on top of the journal, right where she had found it, and left the room, closing the door firmly behind her.

~In America~

Lorena sighed for what must've been the hundredth time that hour. She was bored out of her skull. She shifted her leg, which she had lost feeling in about five minutes ago due to the large furry animal laying on top of it.

She was currently lounging on her large king sized bed with most of her pets on or around her. Creature was lying across her legs, Balthazar-her husky- stretched out against her left side, and Kanda-her red panda-at her feet. The only critters not on the bed with them were Merlin, Mycroft, and Moose-her German shepherd-who was laying on the floor next to the bed due to his bad back. They were all currently sleeping-with the exception of the two lizards-having worn themselves out from the excitement of seeing her back home once again.

Lorena looked to her right to observe the smaller furry being under her right arm. It was an Australian shepherd puppy. It was truly one of the cutest things Lorena had ever held in her life. The puppy was still pretty young, but seemed to take an instant liking to her.

~Flashback~

Lorena crossed the threshold of her father's mansion with a heavy heart. It was approximately 6 in the morning, but due to jet lag she felt like it was bedtime. Her expression was blank and emotionless as she looked around the front hall.

She was almost immediately enveloped in a warm hug from her father that made her drop the duffle bags in her hands. He pulled away with a disappointed look when he realized she wasn't going to hug him back. "Come now, don't you want to give your beloved father a hug? We haven't seen each other in so long!" She just stared blankly at him. "Ouch." Her father was a tall man, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He had laughing lines and stress wrinkles on his face. He was the kind of man who always looked exhausted because he always was.

She leaned down to once more pick up her bags and made her way past him. "Now wait, Lorena." She stopped at the base of the grand staircase and turned back to him. "Don't you want to open your 'Welcome Home' present?" He held out a medium-sized box with holes cut out in the lid.

"No." She turned once again, this time managing to get up three steps before he beckoned her back.

"Lorena!" She turned her head back to him. "You know-deep down-that this is the best thing for you. It's not right for a sixteen year old girl to be living on her own in a foreign country." She made no reply. He sighed tiredly and lifted the lid off of the box. The head of an Australian shepherd puppy popped out from the box with a squeak. Its blue eyes landed on her as it looked around its new home. "You like him? I got him from a business partner of mine. His dog had a whole litter of these little guys, I got first pick. This one was the cutest." He put the box on the floor and lifted the little puppy out of it and onto the floor.

They watched as it scrabbled around on the hardwood floor, trying to gain some sort of traction so he could stand up properly. Finally, he was able to get his feet under him and started walking towards Lorena. Its trek was cut short, however, by the towering Step of Doom. Also known as the first step in the staircase.

Lorena stared down at the puppy with no change to her stone-cold expression as it struggled to get its front paws up on the step, squeaking at her for help the whole time. She turned around and continued up the rest of the stairs and disappeared around the corner. Her father sighed again, dragging a hand down his face. He also left to get to work.

Lorena waited until she could not hear footsteps anymore before dropping her bags at the top of the stairs and rushing down the steps. She carefully picked up the yapping puppy and cradled him to her chest. What? Animals were her weak spot. She trotted up the stairs once more, picking up her bags, and vanished into her room for a quick nap.

~End Flashback~

That was eight hours ago. It was now 2 p.m. In that time, Lorena had unpacked, taken her three hour nap, and played with all of her pets to the point of collapsing. Three dogs, a puppy, and a red panda take a lot of energy to play with.

Lorena scratched the puppy's head, right behind his fluffy ears. She hadn't named him yet. In fact, her father probably thought she didn't even want him. She didn't even know if she wanted him.

She closed her eyes and imagined that the warmth from Balthazar on her left side was Jenna. She imagined Jenna curled up in her side, sleeping the day away with her. She imagined that these past three years had been a bad dream, one that she would wake up from. She would wake up and find Jenna next to her, her life would be whole, and the world would be perfect. It didn't last long.

"Lorena!" Lorena's eyes snapped open, "Lorena!" The voice was insistent. She turned her head to look at the clock on her nightstand. The red numbers read 5:32 p.m. I don't remember falling asleep... "LORENA!" The voice was getting angry now. She sat up and found that she had been freed from her prison of furry animals. The only pet that was still in the room with her was Creature, who was sitting in front of the door. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her bare feet coming in contact with the cold hardwood floor.

She padded over to the door, pulling on an oversized hoodie that was hanging off the back of a chair. Her jeans were wrinkled from her unintentional nap, and her tank top was twisted uncomfortably. She fixed it with one hand as the other attempted to tame her wild bedhead. She padded down the hallway to the front hall where the voice was coming from.

She was temporarily blinded by the sunlight that lit up the front hall, but as her eyes adjusted, she saw Theresa standing at the bottom of the staircase with her hands on her hips. "Stop being a lazy, useless, sorry excuse for a daughter and get your ass down here." I'm not your daughter. Lorena thought bitterly. She grudgingly made her way down the stairs. "You've caused a lot of trouble for us." Lorena's gaze was locked on her fiddling hands, it was easier for Theresa to believe she was listening. "The least you can do to make it up to us is reorganize the books in your father's study. No dinner until you finish."

Lorena kept a blank face as she turned and walked down the hallway to the right. She stepped into the room, and as soon as she was through the door, Theresa slammed it shut behind her, locking the door. Lorena panicked and tried to open the door, but it was no use. Sighing, she turned and leaned her back against the wooden door. Closing her eyes as she rested her head against the door, she attempted to fight off her impending headache. Something cold and wet nudged at her bare foot. She looked down to see her new puppy. She scratched his little head before wandering over to the bookshelves.

She had alphabetized the first two shelves of books when the door unlocked and opened, her father stepping inside, leaving the door ajar. He looked surprised to find her there, "Ah, Lorena. I was just looking for you." He shuffled over to his desk and sat down in the big leather chair behind it. "There's something important we should discuss." He paused, "I'm not sure how to say this any other way, so I'll just get straight to the point. You are to be in an arranged marriage." Ah, so this was why Theresa wanted her in this room.

He barely got the last word out of his mouth when Lorena interrupted him, "What?" The book that she had been holding fell from her grasp and bounced off her foot painfully. She ignored the pain and instead focused on her father intensely. Shock and disbelief was written all over her face as she spluttered, "Wha- Why?"

"You're sixteen years old, I need to know you will be taken care of when I am gone. I need to know you will be loved." He tried to explain.

"No." She somehow managed to keep her voice level as she stared him down. "I refuse."

His brows drew together and he frowned deeply, "You will agree."

"Never." Her external expression was one of disinterest, but internally she was panicking wildly.

Her disinterest only made her father angrier, as his face got redder, his voice got louder until he was almost shouting at her, "You will! So long as you live under my roof and eat the food I provide, you will do as I say!"

Lorena paused, shocked at her father's anger. As she processed what he had just said to her, a smug grin crept up onto her face. "So long as I live under your roof and eat your food?" A way out.

His expression turned from angry to confused, "What?"

Lorena purposefully strode past him and out the open door, past Theresa who had been listening in on the conversation, and up the stairs. She ignored her fathers and stepmother's calls and questions, instead making her way into her room. She pulled her duffle bag out from under her bed and began packing her most prized possessions. She grabbed her favorite hoodie, her favorite skinny jeans, a couple pairs of shoes, some shirts, her favorite beanie, and some toiletries. The last thing she grabbed was a picture that stood on her nightstand. It was a picture of her and Jenna. It was their thirteenth birthday. It was the last picture they ever took together. She stuffed it into her bag, zipped it up, and strode down the hallway and down the stairs.

She practically ripped the front door open, "STOP!" Her father's voice was like a whip, lashing out at her back and leaving a bloody wound in its wake. Her free hand gripped the doorframe tightly, her foot paused in midair where she had almost crossed the threshold. "You walk out that door and I'll-I'll..."

"You'll what?" Lorena challenged, not turning back to face him. She didn't want him to see her face, for it would betray her inner turmoil. This was her home. It was familiar. Painful, but familiar. It was safe, this familiar pain. Would she take the risk for a newer, potentially stronger, kind of pain? Could she?

"I'll disown you. You would no longer be my daughter." His words left out a bit she knew he desperately wanted to say. I dare you.

She turned her head to face him, eyes watery, she muttered just loud enough for him to hear, "I haven't been your daughter since Jenna died." The last she saw of him was how his face fell at her words, and his heart breaking.

A/N: So, tell me what you think! *jazz hands* *fades into the background*