i slammed the door closed to let my mom know i was home. her head came around the corner that lead to the kitchen.

" hey, Chess. how was your day?" i shrugged, heading up the stairs.

" same as any of the other days, i guess." i said before going to my room. i closed the door and groaned. i threw my backpack on my bed, then went to my bathroom and splashed cold water on my face.

a ritual i always did before i started cutting.

i started almost as soon as Z left. i just wanted..... something, to make sure i never forgot her. now i wear leather bands around my wrists, or, like her, a long sleeve shirt. Jonathan, before he left for collage, told me that it was unhealthy, but didn't tell me not to do it.

so i continued to do it.

" Chess! Richies here!" my mom called, and I cursed as my blade slipped and cut deeper than i had intended.

" give me a minute!" i called back, grabbing a washrag. after a minute or two, the bleeding stopped. i slipped my bands on, and went downstairs. she was going through the mail, richie setting up the xbox in the living room. she frowned at a package that was sitting on the table.

" that's yours, hun." she said. i sighed, setting down and opening it. as the lid opened, i froze.

inside was a casset.

I took it out slowly, not wanting to believe.

it couldn't be from her- could it?


over a year ago, i fell in love. with my foster sister.

but the girl had issues. like, bad issues. she was broken, and i thought i could help her. i just made it worse.

the first time she came over, Jonathan called her an avenging angel. I called hehr a gift. she was beautiful, even if she was as pissed as hell.

a week before she ran away,we kinda hooked up. I thought she was finally healing, untill i woke up in her room, with a note on her desk, and some of her clothes missing. she left, and the funny thing is, she even told me she was planning it. i was just too high strung over her to realize that she would actually leave me. and, theres always the minor fact that her note said she loved me. for months after she left, i waited for her to realize she needed to come back, to ask to come to this family foster home again. but then, one day, my mom got a call. she had attempted suicide at he current house, and she was in the hospital.

she was also pregnant.

but because of all the blood she lost, she also lost the kid. the sad thing was, it was mine. the social service officer that she was appointed to said it would be too hard on her to be around us, and so they moved her all the way to arkansa. she is, i beleive, there still today. if her stories are true, than this is the longest she's ever been at one house.

i havent heard from her in a while, but if this tape is from her...


i sat there for about three more seconds before i learched up, calling richie behind me, heading to my room. he took m=in me frantically trying to get the video in, and he said softly

" Chess, man, it might not be from her." i shot him an angry glare as the video went in, i pressed play, and then, moments later, her face appeared. she ajusted something, then she sighed.

" I guess the first thing i should say is congradulations. you actually finished high school, as far as i know. i had to quit." she bit her lip, then hung her head and sighed.

" I'm so sorry, Chess. i... i shouldn't be doing this, but i have to. i... i need your help." her head came up, and both me and Richie gasped as we saw the bruise that shadowed the whole left side of her face.

" i doubt this even gets to you. but if it does.... it...i..." for once she was at loss for words. she ran a hand through her hair, and i gasped again as i saw her arms littered with bruises.

" you need to come get me, or something. the dad around here is a fucking perv who decided i needed to share his bed instead of his wife, and the wife is a sadistic ass who enjoys tying me down and beating the fuck outta me. just.." she sighed again, and sat up. her eyes stayed clsoed as she continued.

" i don't even have the right to send this to you. i left you, and i shouldn't have. i'm so sorry. just, God.... i'm really fucked up to believe you'll come... but if you do......" she trailed off, and her eyes snapped open, and fear was in them. she rattled off an address, and then the camera was shut off.

" wha....Chess..... that was..... that was Izzy!" richie finally said. i nodded. i was about to turn it off when her face appeared again, only less beaten and battered. she wasn't looking at the camera, jsut staring out the window.

" Misery." someone, a guy, it sounded like, said. i waited for her to launch her self at them, but she jsut grimaced.

" go away, Phillip!" she groaned. the camera moved foreward, till it was next to her on a window seat.

" girl, i'm just going to talk to you. calm down." she watched whoever was behind the camera wearily. he sighed, and then the camera moved so that it was on a stand or something, were neither of them was touching it. they moved, and a guy with black hair hand green eyes was visable.

" how many times?" she groaned again, wrapping an arm around her stomach.

" Go away." she whispered, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the window. he growled slightly.

" your going to tell me, or i'm going to go to the hospital and ask them. and you know how embarassing i can make that." her eyes flew open, and she sat up straiter, and i could see her fully. her hair was greasy, and it was shorter than i remembered. she had a shadow on her bare arm, nad the onlyh things on her wrists were scars.

" how many times?" she glanced at the camera.

" turn it off." he shook his head.

" no. i'm going to ask one more time, and then i'm going to the hospital. how many times?" she bit her lip. he stood up, and her hand learched out to grab his shirt sleeve.

" 3." his eyes widened, then he turned back to her. there was a steely tone to his voice.

" you've had a miscarraige 3 times?" he hisseed. she hung her head.

" were was i for 2?" she sighed.

"you were at school. collage in another state isn't the best idea you've had." she said softly. he sat back down next to her, then put an arm around her.

" when was 3?" she glanced at the camera again.

" yesterday." he exploded.

" WHAT!?"the camera went flying, and then it went black for a few moments. then that guy was talking.

" ok, whoever you are, you mean a lot to her. she talks about you constantly. but, any way, you need to get her out of here. i let you see that because it's happened another time already. she's.... she's getting bad. " then it cut off. i shut it off before anything else could come up on the screen. me and richie looked at eachother for a long time. then i lurched up and ran back downstairs.

" hey, chess, do you-"

" MOM! izzy- she, you gotta come see this!" i rana back upstairs, cuting her off. she came back upstairs, and i rewound the movie.

after she watched it, she cried for a long time. then she called dad, and Jonathan. Richie called Greg, and chase, and Derrek. they came over, and then mom called the police.

and that's when the problems started.

"what do you mean you can't do anything!? put her back in the system! or another foster home! or HERE!" Jonathan was screaming at the officer. i felt like i should be, too, after what he just said. i think Richie read my mind, because his hand clamped around my mouth before i could join in, and he dragged me upstairs with the help of Chase and Derrek. greg was out at the store, buying pizza, just for something to do more than the fact that were not going to eat it. richie let me go in her old room, and i sank on the bed.

" there Idiots." he hissed. it was true. the officers had sent a team to her foster house, and they said that the room she had been in was vacant, and the only evidance she had ever been there was a few fishnet gloves and a few tee- shirts. she was probably being beat as we speak.

" was she really that bad?" Chase asked softly. i nodded.

" yeah, she was really bad. " i let my head drop into my head, groaning.

" we should do something." Derrek said suddenly. i sighed.

" they won't let us, Derry." he shook his head.

" no, not physically. we should let her know you got her video, though." i froze, than slowly nodded.

" get me a peice of paper. you all can write to her, too. and we'll send it all in one envelope." they nodded, and left.

" Chess?" my mom's soft voice came as soon as they left.

" comeon in, mom."i said, lifting my head. she slipped in, then mutely strode over and pulled me into a hug i haven't felt in years.

" i'm so sorry, honey." she whispered i felt water hit my shoulder, and i realized she was crying.

" i'll be alright, mom." she sighed, pulling back so she could see my face.

" sweet, you have to stop lying to yourself. your never going to be alright as long as she's out of your sight. you love her like i love your father." i lowered my gaze.

" i thought i did. i thought she did, too. but she left." she sighed, sitting next to me on the bed.

" honey, she sent the video to YOU, right?" i nodded.

" not that leon kid." she waited for me to nod.

" nor those men she lived with in L.A." i shook my head.

" why would she do that?" i shrugged, grimacing.

" were closer." she sighed.

" Chess, she could have put our name on there and we could have all watched it. she gave it to YOU because she wanted YOU to see it. she still loves you Chess. you have to remember, she comes from a past that doesn't include the true meaning of love. she just knew what she was taught while she was in those foster homes. she didn't have a solid family to love her, like you. you say i love you easily. i bet the only time she said it was to you in that letter, and you could tell it took her alot of force to do that. she doesn't show love, because she didn't know what it was. when you showed it, you scared her. anough to run away." i thought for a moment.

" maybe, maybe not. she could have jsut gotten bored with me, and left, like she has any other time she wanted to leave another foster home.

" she stayed at our foster house more than any other in over a year." mom said.

" until now. she's stayed there for 7 months. that's more than she's ever stayed." mom sighed quietly.

" Chess, she's going to come back. weather it's when she's 18, or requests our house again, she'll come around for you." i grimaced.

" ok, mom." i said, not wanting to argue anymore. she sighed again.

" your father will be around soon." she said, kissing my forehead. then she left.

izzy

i whimpered as the door to the attic opened, expecting the witch to be standing there. to my suprise, it was Phillip.

" you ok?" he whispered, sitting on the cot next to my legs. i couldn't feel anything exept pain on my arms, legs, and face. my stomach had gone numb long ago, from her rythmitically pounding feet. i groaned.

" no." i felt a tear slide down my cheek, and didn't bother to find the strength to wipe it off. Phillip reached up and did it for me.

" the police left. mom said that dad had to leave you here for the night, and he left. i'm pretty sure he went to sally's, though i'm not sure. here." he reached in his coat pocket, and pulled out a bottle of pain releifers and a small bottle of water.

" take these, ok?" i nodded, but he ended up having to put them in my mouth. it took too much strength to sit up and swallow a mouth full of water before i fell back on the cot again. i could feel how swollen my face was, and knew if i moved the covers my bare legs would be black and blue. as if reading my mind, he shoved them back, and gasped.

there wasn't any of my pale skin that wasn't black and blue from the edge of my boxers down. he stared at my legs for a second longer, before his eyes got a scary look in his eyes.

" which one of them did this?" i sighed.

" there your parents, Phillip. does it matter? they aren't doing it to you." he snapped his head up.

" exactly! they should be doing this to me, not you! MIsery, you should let me-"

" phillip. don't. i'm not in the mood to fight." i said softly. i closed my eyes, and he just sat there for a while.

" who was the guy you sent that video to, anyway?" i sighed, suprised at how much it hurt to even think about him still.

" Chess. he was an old boyfriend. i made the huge mistake of walking out on him. i was suprised he even sent the police, after what i did to him." he sat there for a second.

" i'm going to be gone for a few days. 4 tops. take care of yourself, ok?" i felt my eyes try to open in fear.

" promise you'll come back?" i pleaded. i felt something brush my bruised forehead.

" always, Misery." i thought he left, but then i heard

" was he the reason for the tattoo?" i sighed.

" yes."

after i left Chesses house, i got a tattoo of a chess peice on my side. it was a king, like he was.

chess

saturday afternoon, while me and the guys were sitting around, trying not to watch the video again, the doorbell rang. after exchanging a glance with a confused Jonathan, i went to answer the door.

the guy sttanding on the other side was familiar, and it took a second to realize i had jsut seen him on the t.v.

" you CHess?" he asked. i nodded, my eyes widening. he hesitated.

" are your parents around?" i shook my head.

" come on in." i said, then moved aside. he stepped in, and i hollered for everyone to come to the kitchen. they all stopped dead when they saw him. he hesitated again.

" they know." i said softly. he sighed.

" you guys need to come see her, then. she's...worse than at her worst.she's constantly in pain, and we can't figure out why."

" why should you? your only a few years older than her." Jonathan said, just stating the facts. he was training to be an RN.

" because i'm getting a doctoring degree, that's why. i've tried as many things as i could think of, and she's still in pain. and... i think she's dying. she's black and blue all over." his face darkened, and i was truely scared of him for a moment.

" because of my parents." he hissed. then his expression cleared.

" i thought you guys could help her." i sighed.

" my parents wont let me go anywhere. expeceally if they haven't met you." he groaned as all the other boys agreed. then he froze.

" it took me a day to get here. if i stay, your parents will have met me, and if they approve, wont everyone elses?" we nodded mutely.

" fine. i'll stay tonight, but we HAVE to leave tomorrow, got it?" we exchanged glances.

" yeah."

"bye richie, Greg, Chase, Derry." i called over my shoulder as i jogged up the stairs, Phillip behind me. he was going to stay in Izzy's room, tonight. and mom already said i could go with him over the weekend. so the guys were going to tell there parents and meet us tomorrow morning. so we had a whole night to worry.

" what's wrong with her at the moment?" i asked softly, sitting at my computer desk. he sighed, sinking on my bed. then he ticked off his fingers.

" her legs, arms, and face are black and blue. she probably has at least one cracked rib, and i wouldn't be suprised if she has a broken nose. both her eyes are swollen shut, an-"

" ok, ok." he shut up.

" Misery is really messed up." he said finally. i frowned.

" why didn't you get punched when you called her that?" he frowned too, confused.

" she punched me for calling her Izzy. said she didn't want people callig her that anymore. are you the cause for that, too?" i frowned deeper.

" what?" he sighed, pulling out his phone. he flipped through something, before handing it to me. it was a picture of a Chess peice, a king, to be exact, that was black, and wrapped around someones side, from there stomach to there back. it wasn't big, about the size of my hand, but was tilted to take up more space.

" when did she get that?" i asked, suprised. he sighed.

" about a week after she started to actually stay here. she said it was a rememberance of home, or something along those lines." i nodded mutely, suprised. he shook his head.

" she still talks about you. all. the. time. she won't shut UP, no matter how many times we beg her to." i smiled breifly.

" that sounds like Iz." i said absently. he gave me a funny look, but let it go.

" if your coming to my house tomorrow, we need to sleep."

izzy

I was attempting to make supper with my throbbing body when Phillip came back. He stopped to talk to 'mom and dad' in the living room, and I attempted to sit up straighter and turn from the doorway so that he couldn't see my face. I grimaced as I heard other voices with him.

" MIsery! Come meet Phillips friends!" 'mom' hollared. I slowly stood up from the chair I'd dragged to the stove, and made my way to the doorway, where I froze as Phillip gave me a warning look.

Behind him was Richie, Greg, Chase, Derrek, and Chess.

Chess, the boy I cried myself to sleep over. The Boy that, more often than not, Kept me sane as I was beat, or raped. Just thinking about him pushed away Physical Pain.

" Misery, This is Chess, Richie, Chase, Derrek, and Greg. Boys, This is the Brat we have to put up with." 'dad' Introduced us.

" MIsery." I tore my gaze from them to look at him, flinching as his eyes met mine.

" Is supper done?" I shook my head, Knowing not to speak unless told to. He waved a hand dismissively, and I scurried back to the kitchen, holding back sobs.

" Dad, me and the guys have homework we have to do, do you think we can do it in the Kitchen, since there's so many of us?" there was a grunted response as I sturred the noodles.

" Don't talk to Misery, she disobeyed this morning, and she's not allowed to talk." mom said mildly. they all came in, and I felt there eyes on me. I was in my regular attire for this house, which was odd for what they last saw of me. I was in a tanktop and shorts, something that 'dad' picked out. he always picked something three sizes too small, just so that it clung to me. I felt one pair of eyes on me in perticular, and I couldn't help but look up and meet Chesses gaze for a moment. then Phillip slid a peice of paper next to the stove with a pen, and I sighed.

It's something we did when the parents said that I couldn't talk. we wrote notes. I read what he wrote.

what r ur injurys? list, if possible.

I shook my head and held up my right hand, which was hanging at my side, slowly, so that he saw my 3 crooked fingers, middle, pointer, and pinkie. he growled, then glanced at the guys. he motioned to the medicine cabneit, and Greg, who was closest, jumped up, which left Chess alone in the corner of the room. I turned so that my back was to him, then, with my left hand, I folded in my middle and ring finger, holding out my thumb, pinkie, and forefinger behind my back, the sign for 'I love you'. I heard his intake of breath, and smiled slightly. Phillip gaped at me. normally I didn't smile. at all. he whipsered softly.

" this is going to hurt. like hell. I'm going to realine the bone, then brace it, ok? Dad said that he was leaving tonight, and mom usually goes to Johns when he leaves, so..." I nodded, grimacing, and turned away from him, meeting Chesses eyes again.

" alright." I said soflty, my voice cracking.

" when was the last time you drank anything?" he hissed. I closed my eyes again as Chesses flashed.

" a day or so. i'm fine, just fix my hand." suddenly, I felt a snap, fallowed by my hand screaming. I grunted, stuffing my hand in my mouth so i didn't scream, tears welling at the edge of my eyes. I bit down, hard, and I knew I drew blood a few seconds before I tasted it. I slammed my eyes shut. two more snaps, and more pain, fallowed, ad then it reseded slowly.

" better?" I nodded, my eyes still squeezed shut, hand still shoved in my mouth. I sniffed, then gasped, reaching for a pot holder. I lifted the boiling noodles off of the stove and dumped them in a strainer. I heard the boys shuffle around, and Knew they were pretending to do homework, which meant one thing- mom was now in the room.


" Misery, Is the food done?" she said too sweetly. I shook my head, watching her out of the corner of my eyes. she picked up a wooden spoon, and I started to tremble. I heard air whistle as she brought it down fast and then felt the sting as the wood hit my cheek, the momentum making my head turn.

" Why not, Misery? and who fixed your hand?" I shrugged, and I felt the sting in the exact same spot.

" Don't Lie! finsh cooking and go to your room. your not allowed out tonight, since me and your father is going out, screw up." I felt the sting one more time, and a tear in my skin. soon I felt the blood running down my cheek as she walked up. I glanced at a mirror and flinched. my cheek was red and swollen, with blood running down it. I caught Phillips eye in the reflection. he was shaking, and at first I thought he was mad, but then, with a sickining feeling in my gut, I relaized he was restraining Chess from going after 'mom'. I cleared my throat.

" don't. Phillip, get the key from her and let me out when she leaves. we'll talk then." I ran my tounge over my cracked lips, then finished supper. I poked my head out into the living room so they knew it was done, then hesitated. after a second, I went over to Chess, bent and kissed his cheek, barely letting my lips touch his skin before I pulled up and scurried to the stairs.

" Misery, their gone." came Phillips voice through the haze I used to call sleep a few hours later. I moaned softly, and I felt my bed sink, and a hand stroke my face, avoiding the tender parts. these hands weren't his, though. they were a different pair. a pair from my dreams...

" CHess?" I asked softly, opening my eyes wearily. he tried to smile. I could see him clearly with the moon comeing through the window.

" Hey, Izzy." with those two words, simple, easy words, I was crying. just to here his voice say my nickname brought back the memories that I love, and yet hate. he folded me into his arms and whispered soft things in my ear as he held me. I clung to his wide shoulders, feeling the wounds on my hands opening again, but not caring. I didn't care about anything for five glorious minutes exept for the fact that he had come to me. for me, and now he was here, holding me like I remembered. finally the tears stopped flowing, and I pulled back,

" Thank you, Chess." I said softly. I could hear the weight of my words on us. i was thanking him for holding me, yes, letting me cry, yes, but I was also thanking him for coming, for being here, and thanking him for loving me, even after I left. He stroked my hair, and the parts of my face that wasn't bruised, or cut. he studied me carefully, and I watched his emotions as they changed from caring, to furious, to confused in an instant.

" Izzy..." he trailed off, and placed a gentle, controlled kiss on my cracked lips. just as I was about to return it, he pulled back.

he looked so sad, so different from the last time I had seen him. did I do that to him? did I make him look so upset?

" what's the matter?" I asked softly, my voice cracking again. he snapped his head up, looking at my night stand. he pulled something off it and hadned it to me.

" here. Phillip said to give you these." he handed a bottle to me, and a cup filled with milk. I frowned, then my eyes widened.

" right, ok." I said, trying to keep the panicked edge off my voice as I counted back in my head. it's been....fuck. It's been 42 days. here we fucking go again.

" hey, you alright?" he asked, brushing his fingers along my jawline, pulling back emedietely when he hit a sore spot and I flinched.

" no, i'm not. go get Phillip, I need to kick his ass." he tried to smile again, then leaves.

I'm pregnant, again. damn.


"why didn't you tell me?" I whispered when Chess and Phillip entered my room, fallowed by Richie, Greg, Chase, and Derrek. he froze.

" I didn't think you'd catch on." I shook my head as Chess sat next to me.

" shouldn't have given me the milk." Chess touched my cheek breifly.

" why'd you drink it, by the way? normally you can't stand it." I grimaced, but Phillip answered for me.

" she does when she's pregnant." It was dead silent for a little bit. I felt my stomach roll, and a second before I sprang from my bed, Phillip said

" oh, shit." and sprinted to open the bathroom door for me. I threw up for God knows how long, and then, when the ringing stopped in my ears, I heard Phillip talking to someone.

"... It's just how she deals with stress, Chess. she's going to be fine. I'm sure she's listening to us now, aren't you, sis?" I groaned.

" ass." I muttered. he laughed weakly, then handed me a napkin.

" THanks." I said softly, wipping at my mouth. I heard someone sit next to me as the door closed, then I was in someones lap, my side exploding in pain. I hissed, and there grip emediately loosened.

" sorry, so sorry." Chess whispered in my ear, and I relaxed into him, my head resting on his chest. he stroked my hair, avoiding the bumps I knew he could see.

" why?" he asked suddenly. I frowned.

" why what?" his hand froze.

" why did they do this to you?" I shook my head slowly.

" I don't know." I said softly, burrying my head in his shoulder, ignoring the pain.

" I missed you, Chess." I sobbed, suddenly crying.

chess

Gentle, Gentle, Gentle. THat was always on my mind as I held Misery to me.

my mind kept screaming to me that this broken creature I was holding wasn't my beautiful, amazing avenging angel. but when I held her, It felt like it used to be, and I loved it.

" Shhh, Misery. It's going to be ok now. I promise. I missed you too, Iz. Shhh." I said, rocking her as she cried. she sat up ubruptly, and bit her lip.

" you promise?" she whispered. I almost couldn't hear her. I kissed her forehead lightly.

" yes, I promise." she met my gaze a moment longer, then leaned foreward and kissed me gently with her cracked lips.

" I believe you." she said softly, a little louder than before. I gave her a weak smile.

" Are you really..." I trailed off, not believing it. She nodded miserably, setting her head back down on my shoulder. she raised her hand, then hesitated a moment. I was about to ask what was wrong when she started tracing patterns on my exsposed hand with a feather light touch I'd never felt before. I sighed, leaning my head back. It didn't matter that I was sitting in a bathroom that smelt like vomit, or the fact that Phillip would show up at any time. nor did it matter that Misery was broken even farther THan I thought she was, or the fact that she was so light I almost didn't feel her in my lap. no, I was holding my Angel, My misery, My life, and That was all I needed.

" what was it like, Graduating?" she asked softly. I looked back down at her, but her eyes were on her hand, still tracing patterns on mine.

" I wouldn't know. I didn't graduate last year. I had to repeat." she froze a moment before nodding.

" Oh." was all she said. I studied her bruised face, and realized that, despte it's disfiguration, she was still as beautiful as ever.

" Izzy..." I mummured, burrying my face in her hair. she stopped tracing patterns on my hand, and snaked up to my neck, where she continued making the small circles along my bare skin.

" why do you do it?" she said suddenly. I turned my face so I was talking in her ear.

" do what?" she touched my sleeve lightly, then, when I didn't answer right away, pulled it down to reveal my puckered lines. I sighed.

" because, I missed you." I didn't realize she was crying until she spoke.

" I-I never sh-should've l-left." she said. I dared to hold her harder a moment before releasing hte pressure.

" It's alright, Izzy. I'm going to make it all better, I swear." she settled into my lap farther.

I heard a door slam downstairs.


Izzy, I-" she scrambled up and flew out of the bathroom so fast i almost didn't see her. Phillip came up the stairs as I came out of the bathroom, wide eyed.

" he's home. that's not good.' he whispered as his dad came bounding up the stairs.

" move, please. " he growled, no polietness in his voice. something hit me, and i growled.

" no." i said, sitting up straighter. his dads eye flashed, and then I was shoved against a wall.

" I want you out of my house tomorrow." he hissed, then stormed up the stairs. a moment later, i heard a door slam. I turned to Phillip with a disbelieving look.

" you shouldn't have done that." he siad softly. I frowned at his horrified look, and then he had me pinned to the wall again.

" you SHOULD'NT have DONE that. now he's going to take it out on HER." i felt my face pale. as if to confirm his statement, I heard a muffled scream from upstairs. i lerched foreward, but he dragged me back to the guest room the guys were already in.

" don't you'll jsut make it worse, trust me. let him leave, and then go up there." I growled, then kicked the wall.

" I promised her I'd make it all better, Phillip! how is letting him rape her making it better!?" i hissed. he shook his head.

" he's not raping her. not yet, anyway. he seems to always know when she's pregnant. he'll beat the crap out of her till she has a miscarriage, and then he'll rape her." It was my turn to pin him to a wall.

" and that makes this any better?" he sighed.

' do you want her to live to see tomorrow? if you do, I suggest keeping your mouth shut. and leaving tomorrrow. with her.''


"wake up, chess!" Phillip hissed. I jerked up reflectively, out of the haze that wasn't neccesserily sleep.

" Izzy still hasn't come out of her room. GET UP!!!"he yelled the last part.I sat there a second, confused.

" why? dont you have a key?" he shook his head.

" dad took it. he said that if i went in there, he was ripping my head off. common. we have to break the door. I jumped up and fallowed him to the door.

" on Three, ok?" he said, closing a closet door so that he could brace himself agaisnt it. I nodded.

" ONe, Two, Three." he siad, and we smashed into the door. we both looked around, bewildered.

and then I threw up.

blood was EVERYWHERE. on hte walls, on the bed, even on the window. but that wasn't what made me puke.

it was Izzy. she was naked, laying on the carpet in a rapidly growing pool of blood. she was unconcious, for now. Phillip hissed, lurching farther into the room. he scanned it, then found what he was looking for and jumped into a corner of the room, picking up a sickly shining gun. it took me a second to put it together, and then I was yelling. schreeching. not really saying anything. there was nothing to say.

" Derrek! dammit! give me a phone!" he called, then punched me. I stumbled back, suprised.

" your goingto wake her up!" he hissed. but it was too late.

because that was when the screaming started.


" he WHAT!?" I howled, slamming my fists into the wall. my mom put a restraining hand on my arm, but I shook it off. the doctor gulped slightly, but continued.

" shes still in critical condition. IF she lives then we have a chance at maybe repairing some of the internal damage. but she still has to live. and shes never having kids again. I'm sorry." then he left hurriedly. Jonathan was by my side instantly, pulling me and literally throwing me into a chair. i tried to get up, and phillip, impatient and as growly as me, dug his nails into my shoulder, stilling me.

" What are we going to do?" my mom said softly, tears in her eyes. dad held his arms out to her and she burried her face in his shoulder. i sank back in the chair.

" Have they found your dad yet?" I asked Phillip. he shook his head grimly. I growled, and Jonathan hesitated before ducking into the hallway. he was back a few minutes later, pulling me to my feet.

" common." i pulled back, but he pulled me harder and yanked me out into the hallway. we went down a few levels and then he pushed me gently into a room. i sucked in a sharp breath before almost choking.

" misery..." i trailed off.

she looked better, if you compared her to before. her bruises were uglier, but she wasnt covereed in blood anymore. she had alot of machines attached to her, and she was breathing shallowly. i hesitated, and then sat next to her, gingerly taking her hand.

" my God..." Jonathan said, coming in as well. he stood just behind me.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 19.12.2010

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