Sorry this chap took so long, had to rewrite it as well since it was deleted.

~~~~~~Quote of Chappie~~~~~
If you can't fly then run,
if you can't run then walk,
if you can't walk then crawl,
but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.
- MLK

We all know you have to creep before you can crawl; have to walk before you run. Life was meant to be a learning and growth process, never meant for stagnancy. Whatever you guys do, just keep pushing forward, there is always another level beyond where you are!

~~~~~~Yani~~~~~

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QUINN'S P.O.V

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As I lay in this hotel bed, I think about everything that has happened so far.

This is crazy.

Who would have thought Ethan would have ever done something like this to me or that Rae would betray me the way she did and I have been nothing but the biggest support for her, Bryce and the kids.

I won't even go there with Bryce today.

After leaving the office three days ago, I took off to the loft and packed everything I would need and got the hell out of there.

Ethan and Meghan clearly have been cheating for some time now and the thought of them being intimate in what I used to call our home, was just crippling, I couldn't stay there.

I left and went to a hotel and have been holed up in my room ever since then with my thoughts and tears.

On the way to the hotel I kept getting calls from Rae, Bryce and Cara. I ignored everyone but Cara. But I am still skeptical about her, I mean if I can't trust Rae then I really can't trust anyone. So I told her I was fine and would call her and hung up.

I don't want her letting anyone know where I am or showing up, I just want to be by myself.

The only contact that I have had since then is with the server who brought up my room service yesterday, since I only got back a slight appetite then. Apart from that I have been yelling at housekeeping to go away everyday.

Gosh they can be annoying. Even with the big red DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door they still knock two times for the day yelling housekeeping and trying to get in.

Too bad for them since I lock the top lock and they can't open the door all the way. Not sure if they couldn't hear me yelling from the bed to go away but they would still yell 'housekeeping' and knock and try to open the door and go away after no luck.

"Housekeeping!" Omg speak of the devil and he shall appear!

"Go away!" I scream putting the pillow over my face but after they kept knocking, I got really pissed of.

I got out of the bed in my old ratty high school softball varsity T-shirt and underwear and walk briskly to the door yanking it open and losing my mind with who is at the door.

I go into a blind rage "ARE YOU BLIND OR ARE YOU FREAKING BLIND? DO YOU NOT SEE THE SIGN....DO....NOT....DISTURB! DO I NEED TO SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU? AND IT'S RED! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? HUH? RED!!!! SAY IT WITH REE....EDDDD!!! RED MEANS DANGER! DANGEROUS LIONESS IN CAGE! DO NOT SHAKE OR RATTLE! SO LET ME ASK YOU AGAIN, ARE YOU BLIND OR ARE YOU BLIND!" I yell in so much frustration and distress that tears are rolling down my face.

I take a deep breath trying to calm down. I finally look at the older woman to see her several inches short than I, with a housekeeping uniform own. She has brown skin and shoulder length hair.

Looking at her face, I thought I would see fear, but instead she was giving me a sad look.

Am I that pathetic. "Ay Porbrecita!" She exclaims and pulls me into a hug. I take a deep breath and inhale which fills my nose with her scent.

I start to cry harder.

She smells like lavender fabric softener, the one my real mother used to use on her clothes and smell like when she was still a mother to me.

Bitter sweet memories stirred in me and I hug her back, thinking back to when I was little with both my parents happy and in one home, life was so simple then.

I hear doors opening and I guess other guest were curious about my yelling. She moves out of my embrace and leads me into the living room of the suite which is adjacent to the bedroom.

She guides me to the couch and turns to leave but I grab her hand not wanting her to go so soon. She turns around and pat my hand reassuringly before letting it go and leaving.

I start to hiccup. No One wants to be with me, not even a stranger, so why would Ethan! Am I that bad? I pull my legs under me and hug myself.

Soon after she leaves I hear the door open and shortly after close.

I am alone once again. But this time I am crying for the company of a stranger. I thought I needed time alone. I am trying to be strong.

Why didn't preston tell me there are levels to being strong? I am still stuck on level one.

I look up at the sound of something being rolled and see her enter back the living room pushing her cleaning cart. She pushes it up against the wall and out of the way before walking over to the side table.

After picking up four different boxes of kleenex off the table and realizing that they are empty, she looks to the trash can before looking to me. The trash is filled with all the paper, I used so much that they are falling out.

"Dios Mio!" She says before walking back over to her cleaning supply cart and searching for something. She smile and holds you a new box of kleenex.

Taking a seat next to me, she extends the kleenex to me. "Mi hija, que paso¿"

I look at her having no idea what she just said. So I just take some tissue instead of responding! I blow my nose with the first one and then wipe my eyes and face to help stop the tears.

But she is still look at me to respond.

Mmhhh how do I say this again "I don't speak Spanish... No hablo espanol!" I say not too sure trying to remember what the hell they taught us in high school.

"Oh no worries mi hija. Why do you cry? You are pretty! Chicas guapan no lloran! Right, pretty girls no cry?" I nod half understand what she said.

"Bien. Ahora, tell Rosalee what happened!" She tells me.

I shake my head no.

How can I possibly tell her how pathetic I am, she's going to want to run from the room. How do it put it that my fiance cheated on me with his assistant, I was dumb enough to come back waiting for him wanting to work it out when he's in the Hampton living happy ever after with her and their bun in the oven? And also I have no one because my best friend is not loyal and neither is her husband.

I can't call my mother because she's going to tell me to call Jesus! I clearly have been calling him but it's obvious he's tired of me so he's no longer answering the phone, I'm being sent to voicemail now. I can't call my dad or brothers because they will want to go after Ethan and after the fight had with Preston and them, I'm sure that was enough.

I feel her lightly tap my leg and I look at her coming back to earth from my thoughts, and she's waiting on me to answer her.

I shake my head no once more still too scared and not wanting to start the waterworks again by going over the story.

"You can tell Rosalee! You look like my edad when my first husband Eduardo Jorge Gustavo Malino Rios break our marriage. Perro infiel sucia! Que su alma descanse en paz!" Her brows crease up with the last words.

Since I was becoming more calm as she spoke to me and my tears were ceasing, I was able to concentrate on what she was saying. So her husband cheated on her? Wow.

"What is the last thing you said about a dog?" I ask knowing the word perro for sure, Rae and I used to always call Bryce that freshman year of high school.

"Oh Nada mi hija! No worries! I come home and my husband had sex with a dama who sell self on corners. He put his penis in there! Bam! It falls off, he dies!" She explains.

"Oh my god! You kill your husband?" I ask her in disbelief! Ok now this is why they always warn you to stay away from strangers, but she seems so nice and sweet.

"No! Not yo Rosalee! I do nada but cook and clean and make him happy. It was enfermedad del pene. enfermedad del pene lo mató. The penis disease..." She paused thinking for a minute and I couldn't help but to giggle a little, did she really just say a penis disease. She snap her finger. "Gonorrhea! Got it then a septic shock, then he no longer lives in 1,2,3 days. Jah!

Oh wow. " I'm sorry Rosalee!"

"No Rosalee es Feliz! I marry Juan Diego Gonzalez. We marry for 15 years ahora! Diego es buen hombre. Good man! I still have Roberto! " She smiles.

Now I'm lost. "Who is Roberto?"

"My first husband Eduardo Jorge Gustavo Malino Rios. Lo siento mi hija, todos call him Roberto porque he had a rubber toe!" She starts laughing.

This is sick but I forget my own problems and laugh with her.

"Really Rosalee? A rubber toe?" I laugh harder! Roberto ....rubb-er-toe! "And what do you mean you still have him? I thought you said he died?"

"Si si! He no longer lives in body! But I put him in the fire and take his body home in a bottle and put it on the dresser in my room. For 15 years I get revenge. He sit there and see what he lose for 15 years. Hombre estupido!" She tells me.

I can't stop laughing! This has to be one of the craziest things I have heard of. But also too funny!

"Diego doesn't mind that you have your first husband sitting on the dresser watching the two of you for 15 years?" I ask her wondering how her husband feels or if he evens knows.

"My Diego loves me. He say whatever makes his Rosalee happy. He tells Roberto gracias every morning after he pray for getting the sick penis so he lose me and he get me. If yo loca then Diego loco." She shrugs. "I cry and pray to god to ayuadame when I see Roberto in married bed with corner dama. Tres dias later he died from bad penis and then I got Diego! Dios es bueno! Escucho mi oracion."

"Wow!" I says grasping the little bits of what I could understand. GOALS! I thought. Her and Diego's relationship is admirable, they get each other.

"Esta bien, no mas de mi, you tell me, what happen?" She tells me.

I was about to shake my head no but instead I grab a hold of her hand and shake it instead. "It is nice to meet you Rosales, my name is Quinn!"

She smile "Hola Quinnita! Te llamo Chiquita Bonita! Pretty little one!"

"No Rosalee, Quinn!" I laugh at her silliness.

"Ok, no Quinnita... Quinn tell me." She says still holding my hand.

I guess that was the last time I needed to be asked because I broke my resolve and explained to her the best I could so she would understand. She would nod each time letting me know she is following.

Funny enough, she stayed engaged with me throughout me explaining and would lighten the mood each time she sensed I was going to cry and I didn't cry.

It felt great being able to tell someone outside of my circle. Someone with a fresh mind and views of the situation and no biased outlooks.

"Que, Quinneta, es una mujer fuerte! Strong woman!" She put her hand over my heart! "Mira, you see this, it still beats porque you have a purpose!" She moves her hand from over my heart and grabs both of my hand.

What she did next surprised me. "Let's pray!" She bowed her head and I followed suit.

Sometimes I forget that my mother is not the only one who believes that prayer fixes everything.

"Dios te salve, Maria......" She starts and even though I have no clue what she said, the fact is that after she was done I could breathe easier, the pounding in my head that had been there for days stopped, the pain I was feeling now felt like urgency and purposeful, urgency for what, I don't know. I didn't feel completely new, but I feel different.

"Thank you Rosalee." I said from my heart. "Yo-" I stopped talking when someone started banging on the door rapidly.

"Oh no!" She said looking frightful. "Management!" She said again then looking guilty.

"Just stay right here! I will go answer, if they ask for you I will tell them you just cleaned and left!" She nods and I leave to go answer the door but remember that this whole time I've been in a freaking underwear, no pants. I run to grab a robe from the bathroom and tie it before running to the door as the pounding got louder.

"Geesh coming!" I open the door getting ready to annoyed by whoever it is, but instead I get angry as I come face to face with Rae and Bryce.

"Leave me alone!!!!!!" I yell at them really loud.

"Quinn just let us talk please, we really need to talk to you!" Rae pleads, looking not like herself. He hair's a mess much like my own, and she looks like she hasn't slept. But I don't care, that's her conscience eating her up.

"No Raelynn! Shut the hell up the both of you, shut up and leave right now! I am sick of these damn games!" I yell. I notice one of the lady stick her head out the room next door but closed it back when I gave her the evil eye.

"Quin-" Bryce starts but I cut him off.

"NOO!!! YOU DONT EVEN GET TO SAY MY NAME! NOT NOW, NOT TODAY, NOT EVER!!! " I scream at him.

Rosalee comes out and comes between us but before she could even get any words in we heard a voice behind Bryce.

"What seems to be the problem here? I have reports of noise complaints and fights, that is not acceptable here." We all turn to look at who it is.

A man in a grey suit with a badge that reads manager is standing there with another in a security uniform.

He takes us all in then looks at Rosalee and sighs "Rosalee, it seems you can't keep out of trouble huh? Always chasing after a damsel in distress rather than doing your job, well I told you last time was your final warning. Now I am going to need you pack up your things, and turn in your access card at the management desk."

"What?" I ask appalled! He doesn't even know what's going on.

"Ok sir!" She responds about to walk away.

"Hold on! Rosalee just wait a minute!" I stop her.

"No Quinnita! Esta bien. Estoy cansado de oler el aliento y mirando su cara fea de todos modos!" She smirks before hugging me and taking off towards the elevator.

I don't even know what just happened.

"Now ma'am, I am going to have to ask you to leave. You are becoming a nuisance to the rest of the guest." He tells me.

At this point Bryce starts to laugh, but it is his dry and annoyed laugh.

"Isn't Sam Wyllet the owner of these chain of hotels?" Bryce ask him.

The manager then looks at him strangely. "He is." He answers.

"Ok, cool. Go tell him to give Bryce Radley a call, well will be here waiting." Bryce tells him.

He looks at Bryce shocked finally realizing who he is.

" This" he points at me "is my Brother Ethan Radley's Wife. I suggest you apologize because my brother doesn't play around when it comes to the most important thing to him." Bryce crosses his arm.

"I sure don't!" Everyone looks in the direction of the voice and is greeted with angry eyes.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Radley. You didn't check in with that name, I had no idea......." The manager hurriedly apologises. But I am no longer listening.

"E...Ethan?" I asked shocked out of my mind.

"Yeah baby it's me." He answers sadly.

"Y...you..your hair?" I stammer. I don't know why that's the first thing out of my mouth but I don't know what to say.

What the hell is he doing here? I think.

Close the door Quinn and run under the covers, I tell myself mentally.

Yet I am still standing at the door with my mouth in my hand.

My feet won't cooperate and neither will my heart.

I wasnt ready!!

Pineapples!!

Pineapples!

I don't like this.

At all.

~~~~~AUTHOR'S NOTE~~~~~~

P.s. if you don't know what it says in Spanish there will be a comment next to it with basic translation! I know what I am saying or want to say, no need to correct me!! Thanks

Rosa reminds me of my friends grandmother, she always tells me crazy stories to cheer me up and she doesn't speak fluent English, so its always funnier with her dramatics. And she is the kindest ever.

Quinn???

Rae and Bryce??

ETHAN IS BACK!!!! how did Rae and Bryce pull that off.

What will happen now????