Sweat and whiskey. Thats the scent that knocked the wind out of me as we entered the cell. At first Blake put up a fight, Unlike Ari who looked the most vulrnable I've ever seen her. As I sat on the stone bench as I again overhead Danny complaining about nothing other than food.

"It's ok guys. We'll get out." Blake sighed. I looked at him confused.

Tick. 

"Why do you seem so calm."

"Because I am."

Tick. 

"We are in a cell! The one's with bars and stone cold floors?"

"I can see that." he sighed heavily. 

Tick. 

"How are you not scared?"

"It's been worst."

The room falls quiet.

"What have you done?"

Boom. 

When I finally asked at first he didn't look up at me. His head only hung as he watched the chizled ground as if it was a Picasso masterpiece. "Blake?" I called out to him. My eyes wandered to Ari who couldn't look at me either. Danny was the same.

"What have you done?" I asked more quietly. 

What has he done? UGH! I've done 'Carls up' again! How could I just think that I could spray paint someones damn truck? I should have known there were consequences. But I know inside that's not what I'm really upset about. My anger isn't directed towards the cell, in fact this was sort of thrilling. No, It was the secrets. 

To think about it, what did I know about Blake? He's gotten me to skip school, run into a broken neighborhood, He's been in my room! And I don't even know his favorite color! Reality slapped me in the face,

He's a stranger, 

I stared at him wide eyed. "Stranger." I mumbled hoarsely. I'm such a fool, for what? A pretty face? A pair of clouded grey eyes? Now he looks at me. A rouge hair sticking to his forehead showing his messy state.

"What, my little violent bunny?" he asked with a resting grin.

"What's your favorite color?" At first he seems confused but he answers anyway. 

"Grey, remember I said on my first day."

The first day. It seems so far. A million light years away. 

A million light years away since Blake Channing walked into room 12B and decided to waltz into my life, almost like he belonged there. But to be honest? He didn't. Nobody did. My life was a train wreck. An I should be the only one on board. 

"Ok."

"Do you like hats?" I asked him. 

"Uh. Sure." he shrugged. 

I only nodded. Time ticked by. So much time. To m much time. Where are our parents? 

"Where are your parents?" I asked. 

His eyes soften. "Dead." They are dead. I fought the urge to ask how. I only stared at my folded hands as I tapped my fingers together. Blake laid back as Ari huddled herself into a corner. I got up and sat next to Ari on the cold ground. "Are you ok?" I asked her. Her blue orbs darted towards me. "Yes." She scooted closer towards me. Her huddled figure looked scared. Anf it tore me up. "Ari, Where is your brother?" I asked, mentioning Thimas who jet once the cop pulled up.

"Home." 

One syllable answers came out in a parched voice.

"Is he coming for us?"

"Always."

Convinced I wont be getting anything from her, I rested my head against the metal bars. If only i had my phone, but they took it before throwing me in here. A groan left my lips as I closed my eyes.

"Hey." I mentally called out. A vpice responds, snarky and iggnorant. "What do you want?" A smile can be heard in jer voice. Smug, I see.

"I was wondering."   
"Could you leave me alone?        

A brief silence lingerer in the air. "You know I wont, imbecile."

A mental sigh. "Why not?" I spoke into the pitch black created by my closed eyes. "Cause, Girls who get hurt togethet stick together. Like family."

"You aren't family."

"Neither is Blake!"

"He has nothing to do with this." I scowled. "Sure, isn't he the reason you're asking me to leave?"

"You're just annoying."

"Too bad loser, You could have gotten rid of me a long time ago."

"When?"

"Some time ago, but you didn't. Want to know why? Because you enjoyed the pity. The attention. Low life. So you stick to me like glue. Like I was the sparkle."

"No."

"Because nobody would know you if you weren't this way."

"Honestly, stop lying to yourself." I growled. At first semi-scar seemed taken back.

"You're fragile. Idiotic. You need me. "

"I don't need anyone."

"You brat! You withered once he died and you made no attempt to get better but trust me. If I had to pay to watcj you suffer once more. I would. You-"

"SHUT UP!"

"YOU AREN'T REAL. YOU AREN'T REAL. I LOST HIM. I LOST HIM AND I'M GOING TO HAPPILY LOSE YOU. I DONT NEED ANYONE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" I screamed back.

"AND I WILL ABANDON YOU BECAUSE YOU WILL HURT ME. YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY. YOU CAN-"

But I stop. Because she can't drive me crazy. When I'm already there.

Silence.

"What have they done to you?"

Silence.

"Not what they did to me. What HE did to me."

This voice, she knew who I meant. Of course she knew. How could she not.

"F-fine."

And that was the end of her. And after she closed her door.

I was cold.

But used to it.