//NIKKIS POV\\

And in the end

I'll do it all again

I think you're my best friend

Don't you know that the Kids aren't All

Kids aren't alright

I'm scared. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm terrified. At the moment, Patrick is sitting in the chair next to me, signing discharge papers. He sucks in his bottom lip as he glides the pen across the paper, making it official. I'm going to live with Patrick Stump. It's not really a bad thing, considering Elisa is super nice and I can't get enough of Declan. Yet, I'm still terrified; terrified that I will be condemned to a miserable life like the one before; terrified that there's no love, just pity. I'm just terrified. Nothing is gonna be the same. Though I finally get the chance to be happy, I still have my past to haunt me, to claw at my ankles and drag me into the deep, dark abyss of depression that I know so well.

"Nikki?" Declan is leaning against the wall, a dull look on his face as he taps his foot on the white floor. It's funny... He looks so much like his father, yet Elisa shines through just as much. His hair is dark, just like his mother, but it was straight, clearly a trait of his fathers. He looks at me with a look of apology. A look that I am far too unfamiliar with. And at that point, I know he knows.

"Yeah, Dec?" I suck in my bottom lip, biting down on the pink, tender flesh. At this point I'm thinking about nothing more than a cherry soda, trying to keep myself calm, yet the thoughts are pulling at my brain in a giant game of tug of war that I can't escape.

"What did he do to you?" Declan says, trying not to cry. I must give him credit. He's only 7, yet he can decipher anyone's thoughts, just by looking at them. The day he met me, he knew something was wrong. He had asked Patrick, who gave him a simple. 'Her daddy was very mean to her.' Declan nodded, looking at me and I confirmed it. Now, here we are. I don't want to tell him, and I'm pretty sure he shouldn't know.

"He did things that you wouldn't understand. He did things that didn't just hurt me mentally, but physically. He did things that is for grown ups, and even then, the grown ups are never forceful, unless they're like my father." I explain as well as I can, without being too graphic. My heart is beating faster than I'd like it to. My head pounding at the thought of what he did to me. I can't shake the feeling. The bruises on my arm symbolize the torture. The scars represent the extra mile I went to inflict, and take away the pain.

"You ready to go?" Patrick asks me, standing up and crossing the room to the door. His eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Yeah, I guess." I shrug, glancing at Elisa, who's lips are curving into a slight smirk.

Walking down the halls, I get this odd feeling. I glance at Declan, who is giggling uncontrollably, then to Patrick, who is shooting him a slightly amused glance. What the hell are they up to?

"Close your eyes." Patrick tells me. He looks amused, but serious. His smile just enough to persuade me to follow his demands, although I don't want to. I close my eyes as we walk into the elevator. I am nervous about this.

The sound of the elevator door openings a signal enough to open my eyes, along with Patrick nudging me to let me know that it's okay to. So I do. I open them as wide as I can.

"Oh... my.." I'm saying, covering my mouth as I try to register the three familiar faces staring straight back at me with odd smirks. He said they'd come. I didn't know this soon.

--A/N--

Okay officially pissed at LeaveNoWordsUnspoken for putting that huge cliffhanger on her book. I'm screaming my ass off over here.

GUYS ITS BEEN A WEEK SINCE I SAW FOB AND IM STILL TINGLING!!! IM SEEING PANIC! IN TWO DAYS!!!

So you guys like my new way of writing chapters? Hehe I feel like a thief. PLEH.

I love you my carcrashovercastyoungbloods

-Emily aka foblvr