Authors note: Hey good people J, I am so sorry for taking too long to update, I just had a lot to do. I can't really thankyou enough for being patient with me. School has been too much L, and I sometimes don't get time to write, and when I do, a writer's block occurs, but any who, thanks so much for being patient, I know I took long, but I promise I won't take so long again. Hope you enjoy this chapter. J

(Please listen to this song it will give you some info into the character's thoughts!)

"Ready or not, here I come!!!" she called. It was a sunny afternoon and we had decided to go play hide and seek. I was giggling uncontrollably, as I crouched behind a large tree – my favorite hiding spot. I clasped my hands over my mouth trying to suppress the laughter. Having succeeded to some extent, I peeked carefully around the wide trunk to see where my mother was.

"Lemme see, are you ...... behind this bush1" she called as she suddenly popped her head around the dense shrub. "No? Wow!! You are getting good at this." She leaned back and brought her hands to her waist. Watching safely from fifty feet away, I couldn't help it anymore. I burst out giggling at her frustration all over again.

"What's that sound? There is a funny noise coming from that tree." She came closer and I ducked my head, certain she had seen me. "Maybe there is something special!!" she called. "Is it a magical fairy? A unicorn...?"

She was getting closer. I peeked around the tree trying to spot her, when suddenly I was in the air. I squealed with delight as she twirled me around. "It's a princess, my princess! I found you yet again," she held me close. "and anywhere you go, I will always be there to find you," she promised and I clung to her like she was all I had left in the world.

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"Amelia?"

My focus snapped back to the present and my eyes flicked up at the woman sitting across me. Her eyebrows were arched joining in an inquisitive expression, and for a moment I was unable to remember why I was here.

"Um......could you repeat what you said please?" I asked, unsure.

The woman shifted in her chair and adjusted her grip on her notepad. I cringed inwardly embarrassed to have been caught day dreaming.

"You went through something very traumatic. Something no one should ever have to endure. The healing process takes time, but in order to do that, you need commitment, and you need to let people in." she answered and I remembered I was at the psychologist's office. I must have been really far off, if I could barely remember I was at this tormenting place. I took a deep breath before responding.

"I know I need to let people in, and um...... I am glad they support me this far, but I just don't feel secure trusting people just yet." I turned my head to look out the large window by my chair.

"Do you have anyone who you can confide in at this point?" she asked gently.

I turned away from the window and glanced at the floor for a moment considering, "Well there is Meghan, she is my best friend, since my mother died." I replied hoping it was assuring her that I was not totally alone in all this.

"No one else?" She asked.

"Not at the same degree."

I could see the disappointment in her eyes as she scribbled something into her notepad. Part of me feels like she is such a nice lady and I can't help but feel sad for not being able to confide in her, when she is trying almost everything to help me out. Another part of me doesn't want to be here, but I had to do this for my Dad.

"But I will get there......" I quickly add, before she thinks of that I am hopeless.

"Okay," she answered. "and what about your feelings of anxiety? Has there been any change?"

I sighed and leaned back onto my seat, not even bothering to hide my boredom anymore. I looked out of the window. This was never going to end.

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Later that day I arrived home only to find a letter sitting on our front porch. I bent down to pick it up... "Boston University" Butterflies were all over my stomach and I knew this letter would either break my already broken day, or mend it. I walked up to my room with the letter at hand as I hoped for it to be an acceptance letter. I decided to call Meghan, since we shared our moments together, just to know whether she got hers as well.

"Hey, Amelia, I was just about to call you, the letter has arrived" she says

"Have you opened it?" I ask

"No.... you?"

"No, I just got back from the psychologist.

"Let's open it together on the count of three."

We both counted to three over the phone and the shuffling of papers could be heard over the phone.

Dear Ms./Mrs.:

We are glad to inform you that you have been accepted......

Before I could finish reading it, I had Meghan scream at the top of her lungs, and I marked this day as my best day so far, you know, since the incident.

"This calls for a celebration, hangout, I don't know just anything fun." She said sounding as happy as I was. "See you at your place in an hour."

I went downstairs to my Dad's office to inform him about the great news. He looked so busy that he didn't even notice me enter. His office was filled with document; half the section had piles of papers written Royal Family on them. I have never bothered asking why we had documents pertaining to the royal family, but oh well, I knew in America we don't have a democracy ruled by Kings and Queens, so that's why it never crossed my mind.

I stopped staring at the glass cabinet and glared at my hard working Dad. "Hey, Dad," I say trying to get his attention. He looked up at me and shoots a smile back at me. "I just got accepted to Boston." I said waving the document at him.

"Wow!!That's my girl, it is really great news sweetie, I am proud of you." He says as he gets up from his chair to come sit close to me. "Now, that that has come out, I really wanted to ask you something."

"Go ahead, Dad."

"Well, I was just thinking, can we re-do your eighteenth birthday, well since the last one, we know what happened, and it being an important age, I don't want you to remember it as a bad memory, plus we can do a welcome home party, and also celebrate this great news with all your friends?"

The question made my head spin as I remembered what happened on my last eighteenth birthday. Half of me doesn't want to re-do it, but the other half thinks it actually a great idea. Maybe with this, Dad will stop pestering me about seeing the psychologist.

Without thinking I nod in agreement, and my Dad glares at me in surprise. I knew he didn't think I was going to agree to it, but if I am to stop having boring sessions, I need to do it.

"Great, I will schedule it for Saturday evening."

I left his office and went to get ready in my room. Meg arrived sooner than I expected, but she was like as sister I never had so I was certain I could rely on her. I went downstairs to say hello to her. She looked so pretty in her high- low blue dress, my favorite color. We left the house and went to the mall. We spent most of our time discussing how college would be for us since we were going to the same college, and we did a bit of shopping for our new apartment, which we were yet to figure out. All the way from cutleries, to new clothes, new makeup, beddings, appliances, and other personal stuff. My feet were killing me, and I was hungry, am sure she was too, so we decided to have our meal at KFC.

"Hey, Amelia, do you recall Trevor? From high school?" Meg asked as she bit into one of her fries.

"The guy who had a great crush on you and who you turned down for prom? How can I forget him?" I said with a smirk on my face.

"No, I didn't refuse to be his date, I was just not in the mood of going out that night."

"Hmmmmm, Lemme get this straight, Meg, the one who always insists on parties, going out, dancing, having fun, was not in the mood of going out??Wow! Unbelieve......" Before I could finish my statement, she threw a fry at me, and it hit my head. My reaction must have really been funny, as I watched her burst out in laughter. I joined in too.

"Anyway, he called this morning, right before you called. He said he is going to Boston as well, and he asked me out next week. To answer your question, no, I did not turn him down this time" she answered as if she had read my mind.

"You could bring him to the party on Saturday night as well."

"What party?"

I just remembered I had not told her about it so I explained it to her, and she agreed to it. The thought of the party, and Trevor, reminded me of what happened to me on that day that I thought would be the happiest day of my life. Sadness creeped inside me.

How I wish I still had my mother, one who would listen to all my issues, one who would cry with me, and comfort me, one who would laugh with me, and tell me one million I told you so when I went astray.

The thought of a mother figure made me miss her so much. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I just couldn't help it anymore. The thought of the anonymous call got the best of me, how I wished it was truly her. I excused myself from Meg as I assured her that everything was fine, and I just needed some air. My eyes were blurry as I made my way to the ladies' room.

On my way, I stepped on someone's foot, and I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"I am really, really, sorry." I said as I ran to the ladies before he could see that I had been crying. I stared at the mirror, and after convincing myself over and over that everything will be okay, I smeared water on my face. I put on a layer of makeup just to hide the sadness in my eyes. I tried smiling, as I filled my mind with positive thoughts.

I left the ladies and went to where I left Meg, who by now must be worried sick that I left her, while crying. On my way out, the boy was still there. The one I accidentally stepped on.

I had not looked at him completely at that time, but now, as he stood there with his hands in his air and his back leaning against the wall, as if in a deep tormenting thought, he looked really handsome. He had a tattoo on his biceps and his leather jacket was placed neatly on the other hand that was still inside his pocket. I knew before he turned around and looked at me that I would not see a gentle face. How he stared at me! Even now I could feel the heat rise to my face and the dampness spring into my palms. He stood in silence for what seemed like forever, his eyes so intense, so fierce.

I found myself stammering as I apologized again for stepping on him. I began walking away until his voice made my feet glued to the spot.

"Wait!" he said, "Your hair should be loose," he said as he walked towards me. He reached out and touched the band holding my hair and gently pulled it out. "To hide the fact that you were just from crying."

"Thanks. "I said as I picked the band from him. "My name is Amelia."

"You can call me Jace."

"Pleasure to meet you, though I gave you a terrible first impression."

"It's okay, pleasure to meet you too."

That was when I knew this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. We walked together basically just doing some introduction as we went to where I left Meg. I introduced them, and we bid each other goodbye as I asked the waitress to pack my lunch, that I had barely touched.

"He is quite a catch." Med said with a smirk on her face as we walked to the car.

We left the mall and went back home. I laid down to rest as I tried to think on how the Saturday's party would be. My phone rang waking me up from my sleep.

'UNKNOWN CALLER I.D.'

Authors note: Hey again, I hope you liked this chapter. Please feel free to comment and vote, I would really like that. Point out any mistakes and anything else you have to say about this chapter.

Oh! Just as quick question, can you guess who the unknown caller could be, I would like to hear your thoughts on it, and also what you think about Jace.

Love you all,

Shequilla Roz J.