Ever After



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Author's Notes: I would just personally like to thank every reader because without all your good feedback and thoughts on the story, we wouldn't have made it to 50 chapters! I promise that this one is the one you've waited for. It might be the last one for a while little? It all depends on how you like it. But of course, enjoy and let me know what you think. Thanks again



I waited at the door. This was what I was waiting for. I had been afraid to say everything before. I had been afraid of this for a long time. As I stood outside, waiting, I couldn't help but feel energized. The door opened and Marco looked at me, surprised. He looked shocked before he even answered the door.

I walked in past him and turned to him at the door, "Look. I know I said everything wrong. I did everything wrong. I want you. I need you and at that point, I didn't know how to just say that. I do now. I have to just say it. I..."


I turned and my jaw dropped to the floor.

Julie stood before me, "Oh my gosh, I missed you!" she said, latching onto me.

My eyes must have bulged. I was very surprised and shocked. That was an understatement! This bitch was dead. I meant that in the best possible way...but she was dead. I went to her funeral.

I pulled back from her, "Okay, what in the fuck is going on?!" I asked.



Chapter 50: Things We Hid in the Night


I stood, staring at Julie. She was older and a more dirty blonde than she had been. She was beautiful and actually standing in front of me. It was awkward. Marco looked to be studying the situation. Julie beamed between us.

"I have a lot to explain." Julie smiled, "It's all so complicated. I mean...it's...a long story. You look great!"

"I'm sorry. I'm not exactly...how..."

"Like I said, long story." Julie said.

"It's a good one." Marco said.

"I heard about Larry's sister." Julie said, "Are you okay?"

"I'm getting calls about tv and newspapers and everyone blames me..."

"It's not..." Marco started.

"...And they're right. But I'm working on it." I smiled.

"Not that I'm not glad to see you, but why did you come here tonight?" Julie asked.

Marco and I exchanged looks.

"He's my best friend." I said, "Just thought...I'd...I needed a friend, but I'm interrupting."

"No..." Julie said.

"I should really go." I smiled, heading to the door.

Marco walked over, "What'd you have to tell me?" He asked, watching me.

"Turns out it can wait." I smiled falsely and leaving.


Christina walked into her house with a huge smile on his face. She slid her keys down on the end table and walked into the living room to see her mother sobbing on the couch and her father on the phone. Christina was not only shocked but a little bummed to see her parents. The last time they'd cut a vacation short her grandma had died. And now here her mom was crying again. She had just discovered everything she needed to know to make that bitch Jennifer an outcast for life. It would so help that Adaen's wrath would be so freaking awesome. A frown crept across her face at the thought of her paw-paw dying.

"What's going on?" Christina frowned.

Her mom continued crying.

Her dad shut off the phone, "Hello, honey." He said, kissing her forehead.

"Who died?" Christina asked.

"Your brother is in jail." Her dad said, annoyed.

"You're kidding." Christina smirked.

"This is not supposed to be entertaining for you." Her mom said through a sob.

"Of course it's not." Christina said, stifling her smile, "I love Tyson. I do. But he's a pusher."

"We know that now." Her dad said, "That was the lawyer. He's looking to get him off since this is only his second infraction."

"Yeah because violence is just a little thing." Christina said.

"Your brother is a good boy! He just fell in with the wrong crowd." Her mother said angrily.

Christina smiled and headed to her room, silently cursing.


In the morning, I was sitting in my room typing on my computer. I had began writing a book. Being bi-polar really gave me a leg up on being dramatic and writing off-the-wall stuff. It sure wasn't a love story. I had also taken to watching the seasons of One Tree Hill in my room. Every now and then, there were knocks on my door, to which I cautioned to enter at their own risk. I guess nobody wanted to take the risk. Lucky them. I had felt extremely annoyed. I went to Marco's house, one that I should feel comfortable in, and felt very uncomfortable. I went there to tell him something that would have changed everything about our relationship and something happened that definitely changed everything. I was still stunned about Julie. She was back and...this changed everything. Not just stuff with me and Marco, but everything. I should really have listened to what she had been through. But seeing her there with him...I found myself repeating the lines, "There's a dead girl alive again."

There was a knock at the door.

"I'm not here." I frowned.

The door opened and Hannah walked in.

She looked around, "I like your room. Black and red and white...how emo." She smiled.

I just stared at her.

"I know that I shouldn't be here. Last person you want to see but Harry thinks I miss you." Hannah said quickly.

"And what do you say?" I asked.

"You know me, I'm all about what my man says." Hannah chuckled.

I chuckled too. The first chuckle we'd shared in many moons.

"How are you doing? After everything?" Hannah asked.

I nodded, "There's a lot going on." I said weakly.

"Hope told me about Eric." Hannah said, "I'm really sorry."

"There are bigger things going on." I smirked.

Hannah smiled, "Like a dead girl alive again?" she asked.

"There's so much you missed." I said.

"And I'm sorry."

"Wasn't all your fault." I said, "I'm bi-polar."

Hannah looked at me, shocked.

"And, as of last night, Julie is alive." I said.


Christina, Kendall, and Ballard sat in Ralph's, waiting for their food. They had met up early to catch up and Ballard had come in also. He'd been with some friends partying and this was his way of ending his evening. Christina had told them about everything, including her brother's arrest.

"I can't say I'm surprised. He did have a hand in killing Julie." Kendall frowned.

"And we finally know what Jennifer came back for." Ballard said.

"Yeah and we have to tell Adaen, like now." Christina said, "We can't let that bitch use him."

Ballard and Kendall smiled at her.

"What?! I hate her." Christina smiled, "And he was a really good friend to me when I needed one."

"We've all been dicks to him at one point or another." Ballard chuckled, "It's a wonder he made it as far as he did without going all Gossip Girl on us."

"Blah, blah, blah, we've all changed. Let's not get sappy." Christina frowned, "Wait, where's your wife?"

"My wife is probably out being a whore." Ballard smirked.

"Why are you still married to her?" Christina asked.

"Because she won't sign the papers." Ballard frowned, "And they want us to go to counseling before it's official."


"It's just about official." Ballard smiled.

Christina glanced to Kendall, who looked away nervously.

"I'll be glad when the bitch is out of my life." Ballard said quickly.

"A bitch?" Janet said, walking up, "You must be talking about me, loving husband."

"Bite me, ex." Ballard frowned.

"I was just picking up lunch. I was feeling a bit queasy." Janet smiled, placing her hand on her stomach, "I wonder what could be the matter."

Kendall and Christina exchanged looks.

"What are you trying to say, oh-soul-sucking bitch of...well, everybody's." Ballard said sharply.

Janet smirked, "I'm wondering if this is morning sickness." She said, "That's my breakfast. Have a nice chat." She said, leaving.

Kendall and Christina looked to Ballard, shocked.

"It's been months since I slept with her!" Ballard frowned.

"How many months?" Kendall asked.

"I'd say about three." Christina smirked.


Davis stood in the gym, shooting baskets. His ankle was healing nicely. The doctors didn't think it would heal so nicely but Davis had been to physical therapy a few times a day, every day. It wasn't like he had a life anymore, he'd been blacklisted among his friends. All he had was the game. His team was instrumental in his comeback and were excited to have him back. They hadn't been too cool with him being gay but they respected his talent. His agent had talked to him earlier, giving him the offer from the team and it was a great offer, especially with his injury. There was so much he wanted to take back, to do over again, but this would be that chance.

"I'm impressed." His dad, Kerry Marchall, said, walking over.

Davis chuckled and shot the ball, "Yeah, doctors know everything." He said.

"I'm glad they're wrong." Kerry said, "I'm proud of how you're playing."

"I live to make you proud." Davis said, catching the ball.

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah, dad, I do." Davis frowned, "What brings you down here?"

"Your mother thinks I should talk to you." Kerry said, "Your friend went through some really bad stuff."

"We're not really friends anymore." Davis said, taking a shot.

"Really? I liked his family." Kerry said, "I know they didn't like me because of Laura and your brother."

"Can we not talk about him?" Davis frowned.

"You came out to the world for him." Kerry said, "You risked your future in pro ball."

"Yeah, and I screwed everything up." Davis said.

"What, did you get him pregnant and start a family with someone else?" Kerry asked.

"I helped ruin his life." Davis said.

"Kids today are so dramatic." Kerry said.

"No, I knew stuff that could have helped him, could have stopped everything and I didn't because I was mad." Davis said sadly. He walked over and picked up the ball, "So, now I get back in shape and get my career back on track."

Kerry nodded, "Good plan. Think you can take your old man?" he chuckled.

"If I can't, then I don't deserve to ball anymore." Davis smiled, tossing his dad the ball.


Marco stood in his bathroom, fidgeting with a bottle of pills. His hand was shaking from not using. He had been hiding this from everyone, and for good reason. He needed it, especially now that his ex-wife was back from the dead. He unfastened the top and slid two in his hand. He shoved them into his mouth and took a sip of water, then looked into the mirror to see Julie.

"What in the Hell are you doing?" Julie asked.

Marco turned to her, not sure what to say.


"So..." Hannah said, taking in everything. We'd been talking for hours. It was nice to catch up. I told her everything and she told me the same. She even let me know how Harry was doing. It was great to know he was recovering well.

"There's a lot going on." I said.

"I knew about Leslie but I didn't know it went that far."

"You sound more surprised about that then the fact that Julie is alive." I said, mystified.

"Believe me, I'm very shocked but there's a little too much." Hannah smiled, "I just...it's..."

I nodded, "I know." I smiled, "Did I mention that Eric went agro on me?"

"Eric went agro on you? Well, he's mad right now." Hannah said.

I chuckled, "I wish people would stop saying that." I said quickly.

"It's true." Hannah laughed.

There was a knock and I looked to the door to see my mom.

"Speaking of agro." I said.

"I should really leave. But definitely call me." Hannah said, "Or I'll text you. Later, Mrs. Lawerance." She said, leaving.

"You're not here to chew me out again, are you?" I asked.

"I told you that I was sorry about that." Mom said, walking over and reading the computer screen.

"Nosy much?" I asked.

"What does that mean, exactly?" Mom asked.

I stared at her.

"I came to ask you something."

I still stared at her.

"Eric can't exactly run a club. He's in no shape to." Mom said, "And we neglected to sign up people for amateur night."

I smiled, "And I can help you with this because?" I asked.

Mom stared at me.

"No." I smirked, "No! I don't sing anymore."

"Oh, come on, you have a wonderful voice." Mom said.

"Not gonna happen." I frowned, "Not ever."

"You've done it before."

"I've done a lot of things I won't do again." I frowned.

"Please, I'm begging you. This is Eric's club!" Mom pleaded.

"Not so into helping him right now." I frowned.

"I hope you reconsider." Mom said, walking to the door, "He's your brother." She said leaving.

"Yeah and AIDS is a disease." I frowned, turning back to the computer.


Christina and Kendall were getting ready to leave Ralph's. They had stayed long enough. Ballard had gone a while ago, pissed as ever. Kendall found it kind of entertaining. The way he treated women all those years was definitely catching up to him. They stood to walk out and were at the door when they stopped dead in their tracks. Julie walked in with Marco. For a minute, both girls felt faint. Then their curiosity took over.

"Holy crap! You see that right?" Christina asked.

"If you're talking about the doppelganger, then yes." Kendall nodded.

Julie smiled weakly and her and Marco made their way to the girls.

"Holy crap." Christina said, staring her up and down.

"Hi." Julie smiled.

"Please tell me I'm not going insane." Kendall said, her mouth hanging open.

"I know this must be...I didn't want you to find out like this." Julie said nervously.

Christina and Kendall exchanged puzzled looks.

"I didn't die, upside right?" Julie smiled.

"Oh my God, are you a zombie?" Christina asked.

"No. I'm Julie Rison, alive."

"The same Julie Rison that died a long time ago?" Kendall asked.

"That very one." Julie said, "I can explain, I didn't die, I just faked it. I..."

"You made us think you were dead?" Kendall asked.

"And we blamed ourselves." Christina said angrily.

"I had to."

Christina and Kendall looked at each other again, trying to understand.

"This bitch faked her death. And didn't tell her best friends." Christina said quickly.

Julie looked offended, "I couldn't." she said.

"Wow." Kendall said, walking away with Christina.

Marco put his hand on her shoulder, "That was...better than I expected." He said.

Julie looked at him in shock.

"You had to know that was coming, right?" Marco said.

"Didn't know that was coming." Julie said, "Let's sit down."

They found a table and sat down. He immediately picked up a menu to avoid Julie's stare. Julie stared at him, waiting for an answer.

Marco sighed and put the menu down, "What?" he asked.

"How long have you been abusing pills?" Julie asked.

Marco looked around, "Can you please shut up about the pills?" he asked.

"No!" Julie chuckled angrily, "When I left, you weren't a pill-head. I was the pill-head."

"When you left, a lot of things were different." Marco frowned, "Things have obviously changed."

"You need to get some help." Julie frowned.

Marco leaned in, "Nobody knows and nobody will know, got it?" he asked.

"Marco," Julie said, concerned, "I know what you're going through."

"How do you know what I'm going through?"

"Do you think that my pills were a one-time thing?" Julie asked, "I had to get help. I didn't just take a long vacation while I was gone. I got help."

"I'm not you. I can..."

"Stop when you want? Classic line." Julie said, "And it's bull."

"What am I supposed to say, `mom, dad, I'm a pill-popping junkie'?" Marco asked.

"What have you done since I left? How has your life changed for the better?" Julie asked.

There was a silence.

"The pills aren't helping you and you need to ask for help." Julie said.

Marco stared at her.


Davis stood outside Ballard's room, not sure how or what to say. Ballard wasn't too happy with him and it was understandable. Davis completely understood but Ballard was his oldest friend. He knocked and opened the door to find Ballard sitting in front of his t.v., playing X-Box 360. Kendall was telling him something and looked up when he entered the room.

"Who let you into our house?" Kendall asked angrily.

"The maid." Davis said, "I just wanted to talk to Bal."

"We're kinda in the middle of something." Kendall frowned.

"No, we're done. My sister, the lezzy, is leaving." Ballard said, not looking at her.

"Seriously?" She asked. He said nothing and she left in a huff.

"What's going on bro?" Ballard asked.

"Just stopped by to see how you're doing." Davis said, "Haven't talked to you in forever, dude."

"I know, I've been busy being disgusted." Ballard frowned, "Pull up a seat, you'll never believe what I just heard."


"Last chance." Mom said, standing at my door.

"I'd so rather not." I smiled.

"Is there anything I could get you?" Mom said, "Food, drink...mace?"

"I'm not scared to stay alone."

"Your brother..."

"Is a living vegetable." I said, "And he wouldn't save me."

Mom looked at me, then nodded, leaving.

I turned back to my computer and began writing again as Pandora, the online radio station, played. I was listening to the Rihanna station. There was another knock on my door. I sighed and turned to see Hope standing next to a boy that was roughly her size. He was also African American. Cute, but young.

"I thought you'd be sluttin it up at Eric's club." I smirked.

"Did he just call you a slut? I like him." The boy said.

"Give it time." Hope said said looking to me.

"He pegged you. Do you always go to the club with no name?" He asked.

"It has a name." Hope said, "It just changes a lot."

"Ba-ba-ba, what the Hell does any of this have to do with me?" I asked.

"Well, my friend, Peter, is having trouble." Hope said, "He's gay and you've grown up here..."

I chuckled.

"What?" Hope asked.

"Is this your way of asking me to mentor poor little Peter?" I asked.

Peter sighed, "I told you that this was a really bad idea." Peter said, "Thanks but no thanks."

I sighed and stood, turning to them, "Maybe I've been a little..."

"Bitch?" Peter asked.

I chuckled, "He so reminds me of me." I smiled.

"He's just having a really hard time." Hope said.

"The whole It Gets Better thing is a lie." Peter frowned.

I stared at him. I'd said that exact thing before. This kid was me when I was younger. He was a mini-me.

"You don't have to help me. I...just..."

"I'll help you in any way I can." I said quickly.

"You will?" Hope asked.

"One condition." I nodded, "You have to give me advice."

"What?" Peter asked, "What could I help you with?"

"Deciding what to wear." I smiled.


When I walked into Eric's club...not sure what it was called this week, but the DJ was playing something extremely retro. Like Marvin Gaye or something. This music filled a room full of bored teens and adults. Good thing there were drinks. I walked over to mom, who looked really nervous.

"You came!" Mom said, "Kya was supposed to be here but she hasn't gotten here yet."

"Mom, what's playing?" I asked.

"Something it took the Dj all night to find." Mom said, "Tell me you're here to sing."

"I'm here to help." I said, walking over to the DJ, "Do you have Motivation by Kelly Rowland?"

The Dj nodded.

"Play it and every current song you have." I said, walking back to mom, "Settled."

"Why don't you hang out with your friends?" Mom said.

"I'm thinking the bar." I said.

"Oh, honey, the bar?" She said, disapproving.

I smiled and walked to the bar. I half expected to see Oz standing behind the bar. The bartender greeted me by name and I ordered patron, straight up.

"You know Patron is that strong vodka, right?" Jennifer smiled, standing next to me.

"I was wondering if you were coming." I smiled.

"There's a party, you know I'm there." Jennifer smiled, "I am surprised that you're here."

"This is my...brother's...club." I said painfully.

"You're not going all soft on me, are you?" Jennifer asked.

"I am not." I said, receiving my drink, "I think we should dance."

"I agree, cutie." Jennifer said, leading me to the dance floor.

We danced for a good twenty minutes. The music was amazing, from Wiz Khalifa to Ke$ha to Nicki Minaj. It as an amazing night. First party where I hadn't been utterly humiliated! Felt good. I had seen Ballard and Davis come in with Brad and a few other guys. Kendall entered with Christina and Hannah. Peter and Hope had come in after me. They all looked really nice.

"Hey guys, tonight is amateur night!" The Dj said, "Anybody have anything they'd like to do?"

There was a silence before one person stepped onto the stage. There were gasps and murmurs as the crowd figured out who she was.

"Hi. I know you all think I'm dead." Julie smiled, "I'm not. And I really need to do a song because...I think it's something everyone needs to hear."

Julie walked over and whispered something to the band and they nodded. Jennifer looked nervous and headed to the back, that I saw. I also saw the gang follow her. Marco stood by the stage, searching the room. It looked as if he'd found me. The band began to play Wreck of the Day by Anna Nalick. As I was walking to the back, I stopped and looked to the stage. Julie looked absolutely terrified.


Julie: Driving away from the wreck of the day
And the light's always red in the rear-view
Desperately close to a coffin of hope
I'd cheat destiny just to be near you


I smiled and walked to the back. I could still hear her beautiful voice in the background. I could also hear another voice.

"There's no way he'd believe that." Jennifer said confidently, "That's ridiculous."

"Drop the act, bitch." Christina frowned, "We know your skanky ass did it."

"You have no proof. You think he's going to believe you over me?" Jennifer smirked.

"We're his friends." Hannah said angrily.

"Yeah, and what good friends you are." Jennifer said, "It was so easy to get him to turn against you because you're all douches."

"Why?" Ballard asked.

"She was pissed that she had to leave." Christina frowned, "No one wanted her here, not even her only friend."

"He'd known you since he was little but you were so first grade. He needed new friends." Jennifer said, "I knew he'd need me again, especially after hearing all the dirty things you bitches did to him."

"We had nothing to do with you being expelled." Kendall frowned, "As much as we would love to take credit, that was all you."

"Shut your mouth whore." Jennifer smiled, "I don't have to explain myself to you sluts anyways." She said, turning to see me, "Holy crap...how much did you hear?"

"Enough to want to end you. Socially and physically." I frowned, "Exactly what did you do, you unbelievable bitch."

"I didn't mean to hurt you, that was all Leslie. I didn't know the bitch was crazy." Jennifer explained, "You were my only true friend. And I didn't want to share you."

"So, you made my life Hell?" I asked, "You were behind everything...figures. Only a crazy bitch like you could get everyone in my past and...why me?"

"I needed you to be vulnerable." Jennifer frowned, "I never meant for everything that happened to happen."

I chuckled angrily, "Listen, bitch, I don't want to see you. The next time I see you, one of us is going down. The only reason I'm letting you leave right now is because I'm in a forgiving mood."

"You forgive me, though?"

"No. I just don't want to get blood on my brother's walls." I said, "You're not welcomed at my house, or this club...I don't want you on my planet."

"Adaen..." Jennifer said, reaching out to me.

"Whatever touches me, you won't get back." I said, recoiling and leaving. I brushed past Marco, who'd seen everything. He moved quickly behind me.

Jennifer watched me leave and turned to the group to meet Hannah's fist.

"Bitch." Hannah said, leaving with the rest of the group.

I walked out to the parking lot and stopped when Marco turned me around.

"I saw and heard what happened." Marco said.

"I would have thought you would be listening to Julie." I frowned.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing." I said.

"No, it's obviously something." Marco frowned.

I sighed, "You're stupid. Really stupid. And fickle and..." I stopped.

Marco looked confused.

"You chase me and chase me and Julie shows up and..."

"I...me and Julie aren't together." Marco said, "Is that what you thought?"

I nodded.

Marco laughed, "You're such a dork." He said.

"It's not funny. I came to tell you that I loved you! I came to say that I needed you. I've always had a crush on you and it's been you...always!" I said quickly.

"That's what you came to say?" Marco asked.

"Yeah and I never did because..."

Marco grabbed my face and pressed his lips against mine. It was what I waited for and it felt like everything I felt before.

"We've got to..."

"That's what I came to tell you." Marco said sadly, "I'm addicted to pills."

I searched his face, "What?" I asked.

"I'm going to rehab tonight. And I won't be back for a couple of months." Marco frowned.

I felt indescribable. I had waited for this moment for a while now and he was leaving. I didn't know if I was numb or in that moment where pain just really made you numb.

"I'm sorry." Marco said, "I don't want you to wait for me."

"I will." I said quickly.

"You will?" He asked.

I nodded.


I walked back inside, feeling a bit better. I walked over to Mom, who looked absolutely thrilled.

"We did a good job. Amateur night was amazing. There is some really good talent." Mom said, "And Julie...I didn't know..."

"We'll talk later mom." I said, hugging her. I walked to the stage. The DJ took off the song and I grabbed a mic, "Hi, everybody, I'm Adaen. You probably already know that. You've probably read or heard about me and...I'm not here to discuss what's true or not. I'm just here to sing."

The band started to play the song I whispered to them.


Adaen: Driving away from the wreck of the day
And the light's always red in the rear-view
Desperately close to a coffin of hope
I'd cheat destiny just to be near you


Marco hugged his Mom and Dad goodbye. They walked to the car. He turned to Julie.

"Amazing singing." Marco said.

"You're a really strong guy, ya know." Julie said, hugging him, "It'll be alright."

"Promise me something."

"Anything." Julie smirked.

"Take care of him while I'm gone." Marco asked.

Julie smiled, "Of course." She smiled.

Adaen: Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
I'm tryin' to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I'm, I'm with you
I'm with you
Hmm hmm hmm


"Are you sure about this?" Ballard asked.

"It's the way you move on." Davis said, turning to the door. He knocked on the door and Larry and Leslie's parents opened the door.

"Can we help you two?" The Man asked.

"Hi. I'm Ballard Kipton..."

They looked at him in shock.

"I'm the reason your son is dead." Ballard said sadly.


Adaen: I'm looking for a place
I'm searching for a face
Is anybody here I know?
'Cause nothing's going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone


Christina and Kendall sat on Kendall's couch. They were both bored. After the party, there was no after party. The two girls were wired, though.

"I have a terrific idea." Christina smirked.

"I'm not looking at my vagina in the mirror...again." Kendall sighed.

"No, slut." Christina smiled, "Let's go on a trip."

"A trip?" Kendall asked, "You mean, just leave?"

"Why not?" Christina asked.

"We can't just leave. We need money and to pack and..."

"What if we don't." Christina smiled.

Kendall looked from Christina to the end table with the keys.

Kendall nodded, "Let's go." She said, getting up and grabbing the keys. Christina squealed with joy and followed her.


Adaen: Oh, why is everything so confusing?
Maybe I'm just out of my mind
Yea eee yeah, yea eee yeah
Yea yee yea, yea eee yeah,yeah


I was walking to my room and stopped when I heard sobbing. I reached for Eric's door but paused. I had to decide if I wanted to chance it. This wasn't the smart thing to do. I plucked up the courage and opened the door to find Eric on the edge of the bed, sobbing into his hands.

"Get out!" He shouted.

"No." I said quickly.

He looked up at me, "I said get out or I'll kick your ass!" he said, standing up. He was so threatening that it actually scared me.

"No!" I frowned, "I fucked up! I'm so sorry. I trusted the wrong people and I did this and I'm so sorry, but I'm not going to see you in pain and just walk away. If it were me, you wouldn't do it! And I'm not going to do it either."

Eric stood, tears in his eyes, staring at me with such anger! I was shaking with fear and anger. I caused this.

"Why did she die? Why'd they do it?" Eric asked.

I was shocked to hear his voice, "A little girl letting things go too far." I said.

Eric nodded and began sobbing again. I walked over and hugged him and we both kneeled to the floor. For the first time, I was comforting my big brother.


Adaen: Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I'm, I'm with you, oh
I'm with you
I'm with you


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