"Are you really actually sure that I'll be able to dance?" I asked the doctor as he came for his routine visit.

He sighed and gave me a look. I rolled my eyes at how unprofessional he was being.

"Miss Jane, for the millionth time, you can dance to the top of Mount Everest if you let it heal properly." He said.

"That's not possible!" I told him. My eyebrows furrowed and I glanced at Brianna. She better to ready to claw at him.

"Well, you'll be the first to do it because you have a normal simple fracture in your leg." He dumbed down for me again even though my sister was the blonde in the room.

"You better be right. My career depends on my leg—"

"I know, I know. You've been telling me this since the past three days now." He said.

Bellamy entered the room with a coffee for himself and Brianna. She put her phone down and took it from him.

"When can I go home?" I asked the nurse since the doctor exited.

"It's better to get comfy here. You're not in the position to leave your bed." She said.

"But I've been stuck here for days now and it's almost Christmas. I wanna go home and celebrate it with my family. I have to decorate the Christmas tree and put up my stocking too." I whined. Bellamy and Brianna laughed while the nurse shook her head at me and left the room.

"I'm bored." I stated as Bellamy took a seat next to me. Brianna sat on the edge of my bed.

"Do you really want to decorate a tree?" Bellamy asked. I nodded my head. "I did it every year with dad." I told him.

Brianna sighed. "Well we haven't done much at home either so..."

I pushed up my glasses and stared at Bellamy. He hadn't went home ever since I was at the hospital. Keith would come and go. He mostly stayed the nights when Brianna would go home. I wish I could say he looked better but both Keith and Bellamy looked terribly. They had bags under their eyes and days old stubble. I was glad Bellamy changed shirts at least.

Mom would occasionally check on me and there was an obvious tension between her and the boys but I fought with her to let them stay inside my room.

"Why don't you go home and sleep, if you know what that is." I told Bellamy.

"I'm fine here." He mumbled.

"She's right. You need to sleep." Brianna nudge his arm.

He glared at her briefly before looking at my hand again, probably reading the messages that were scribbled on my cast.

"I did." He answered.  "I nap every hour."

"Ten minutes every hour doesn't count as sleep." Brianna said.

Before the two started fighting over this again I cut them off. "Do you guy think I can do ballet again?"

"Here we go again. I'm going to find mom." Brianna said as stood up.

I looked at Bellamy for an answer. 

"Merry Christmas," a familiar crowd cheer as my mom pushed my wheelchair into the family room of Keith's house.

Just a few days ago his parents, Nora and Bryce visited me in the hospital.  Turns out me and Keith were childhood friends and everyone kept it a surprise for me. His mom promised to show me old home videos of us she had. His dad and mine were friends in college so he had a lot of stories to tell me about him and dad. I think I saw him at the funeral but I wasn't really myself at that time.

Bellamy and Brianna were behind me as well as mom. In front of me stood Natasha, Keith's parents, Rosy who was resting on her mom, Julie's hip and Harrison and Carl.

They were wearing knitted Christmas sweaters over their clothes. The men didn't look too bad but the women looked funny wearing a sweater over their dresses.

"Aw, thank you! Merry Christmas!" I stretched my good hand outwards and individually chatted with everyone.

I was a little shocked to see Harrison there but I didn't want to ruin my mood or anyone else's. It was already hard to believe that this was my first Christmas without dad.

We didn't do much anyway, just sit in our pajamas all day and watch movies and eat the food we spent hours preparing for the two of us.

"Bellamy, I brought you a fresh pair of clothes. Go change into them honey and scrub the dirt off yourself. How do you stand such a dirty boy, Blake?" Julie ordered her son and asked me as she rubbed her thumb on her sons face in distaste.

I shrugged in response and Bellamy rolled his eyes and groaned as he made his way upstairs. 

"Blake, the Christmas tree needs decorating. Get on it and here's your sweater." She told me. I grinned and let out a small squeal. She helped me into it and then joined the other adults.

"Can I push you?" Carl hesitantly asked me. Since I needed my hand for decorating, I let him push me towards the other room in the house which was much larger and had a naked Christmas tree. 

"I'm sorry for what I said to you and Brianna." He said as he pushed my wheelchair from behind.

"You should be. It's not going to get you anywhere in life." I told him.

"So, are we good?" he asked. "Depends...if you steal some cookies for me then maybe we can start over." I told him.

He laughed and placed me near a box of decorations. Keith was on the other side of the Christmas tree, fiddling with the presents.

I could hear Rosy trying to convince him to let her open her presents and take Bellamy's as we hung ornaments on the branches.

I realized the presents I wrapped up were under the tree too. Seems like they were planing for a while now for a joint Christmas celebration.

"Wow, that was fast." I heard Bellamy say. I checked the time on my phone and turned my wheelchair around to face him. "You've been gone for over an hour." I said as I turned.

My eyes widened at the sight on him and my jaw hung low. Mama's boy was looking as tidy as ever. He had a white button up shirt on and a Christmas sweater on top. The collar of his shirt neatly tucked. He was slaying the ugly sweater tradition. He wore black pants underneath rather than jeans and I looked at him in awe.

"Look at how bad she wants to rip his clothes off!" Brianna laughed.

I closed my jaw and felt a bit of drool that I wiped off, embarrassed. I was turning red because of the smirk on Bellamy's face and Brianna's comments.

"I don't want to rip his clothes off. Entirely," I mumbled at the end.

"It's okay baby girl, we can do that later." He winked as he crouched down to kiss me. My lips lingered on his for a while, he still kissed like a bad boy.

"For once you look like a decent guy." Carl commented as he walked towards us. I reached my good hand out towards him for a high five.

"He's right. Julie needs to dress you up more often." I said.

Bellamy glared at Carl and rolled his eyes. Clearly, Julie couldn't change everything.

"It's a Christmas miracle, Blake." Natasha said from the couch.

My eyebrows unintentionally creased as I heard her, and I frowned when I heard her say my name. I avoided her all the time at the hospital and lied to Brianna about why she wouldn't visit in the mornings. I told her she visited for a while at night when Keith would come and Brianna automatically thought Natasha was avoiding her. I was glad they were talking today.

No dancer would want to be put on a wheelchair and told they couldn't dance for at least a month and a half but somehow I easily came to terms with it and seeing Natasha made me realize why. Whatever happened to her was my fault and I deserved this.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Bellamy asked me. I shrugged and closed my eyes. "I need to rest." I told him.

Bellamy settled me down on the guest bed after a while and got comfy beside me. He took my good hand in his and loosely intertwined our fingers together, he was mostly just playing with them as we sat there in silence. 

I thought about the last few days. The police were still searching for my kidnapper, even though I wanted to clearly tell them who it was, I couldn't. I would have to reveal everything to them and things would get messy for all of us. I had to stick with giving them a description of him which led to them showing me multiple pictures of suspects. Of course, Trace wasn't any of them.

The police still weren't sure about what was happening but our parents collectively stopped them from bothering us. We were only to be approached if there was some big news.

"Have you heard from Trace or Leon?" I asked Bellamy. 

"We think they're gone. The police might be on their tail." He said.

I frowned and faced him. "Why don't you guys find out?"

"Jane, calm down." He said as he squeezed my hand.

I let out a frustrated groan. "I broke my bones trying to save myself from those people. How do you expect me to calm down?" I raised my voice because he gave me a blank look.

"Well you shouldn't have turned the stirring wheel towards your side." Natasha came into the room.

My jaw tightened as I watched her stroll inside with Keith behind her.

"At least I got the chance to escape." I said sternly.  Bellamy started rubbing circles on the back of my hand with his thumb.

"I knew you would that's exactly why I called him." She said.

"If you were fucking do this again, I'll forget you're my sister." Keith said in an alarming tone. I snapped my eyes open and watched them glare at each other.

I glanced at Bellamy who was doing the same thing. "What if Jane didn't make it out...not even alive? Would you be able to live with that?" Bellamy's sounded low and challenging. It almost made me a little scared.

"That wouldn't have happened." She snapped. Keith placed his hand on her shoulder but she shrugged and moved it away.

"Look Blake, if it wasn't you then it wouldn't been the three of us and you. I think I made the right choice. You had the pocket knife to protect yourself." She said.

I sighed and kept my eyes closed. I was tightly gripping onto Bellamy's hand as I tried to process her words.

"Are you guys talking about the kidnapper?" Brianna asked as she walked into the room.

She was tapping on her phone and I knew she wasn't paying much attention. We shared a look amongst ourselves during the time she sat on the edge of the bed with the others.

"I heard the police talking with mom yesterday, they said the car was stolen and the owner was murdered. Whoever did this was a dangerous man." She took a deep breath and observed me carefully.

That was somehow expected of Trace.

I looked at Brianna and saw that she had a sad look in her eyes, the same she would get when helping me in the bathroom or while getting dressed. Yet she was so strong. I knew it wasn't hard for her to get emotional but she was being so strong for me, never letting her tears escape her eyes. I reached my good hand towards her and she carefully leaned towards me to take it in hers.

"It's over now and I'm alright." I told her. She nodded her head and gave me a tight smile.

"Blake, you should be sleeping, Everyone out, now!" Mom ordered out of nowhere. I slightly jumped in surprise and groaned at the sudden pain in my body.

Bellamy gave me a worried look but I shrugged him off and watched everyone leaving the room as mom gave each one a separate duty. I did a little happy dance in my head since I didn't have to do anything.

"Take your medicines and go to sleep. I'll wake you up for supper." She handed me a box which had capsules neatly placed in. I took the glass of water from her and downed the medicines.

Just a month more and this horror would end.

A while after mom left me I heard the bedrooms door creak open, I peaked through the duvet and saw Carl creeping inside. On instinct I shut my eyes and faked a sleeping pose.

I heard footsteps creeping closer to me until they stopped and a hand shook my shoulder vigorously. "I brought cookies."

I opened my eyes and saw Carl holding a bag of cookies in his hand.

"Ouch! You're gonna dislocate my shoulder!" I screeched at him. He drew his index finger to his lips and hushed me.

I rolled my eyes and wiggled upwards on the bed. "I got you your cookies but I'm eating them with you." He said as he opened the bag and took out a cookie. I snatched it from his hand and took a big bite out of it.

"I never tasted a chocolate chip cookie like this before." I said as I indulged in its taste.

Carl followed my actions and moaned at the taste. "Imagine how good the cookie dough would taste like," he said as he sat beside me on the bed.

I nodded my head as we silently ate the cookies.

"How long have you known my mom?" I randomly asked to break the silence.

"Ever since I can remember." He shrugged.

I nodded my head as I took in the information. It made sense, Harrison said that mom helped him out when Carl was a baby.

"Do you like her?" I didn't know why I asked him that but I felt like it was an important question. If our parents were dating, then was a valid question.

"Yeah, I guess. I've never had a mom and she's..." He didn't complete his sentence but I wanted to hear him say it even if it hurt me a little.

"She's the closest thing you have to a mother?" I asked even though I already knew the answer.

"Is that a bad thing? I know you don't like my dad but is it bad that I want my dad and your mom to be a family?" he asked me.

The atmosphere around us was tense as I searched for an answer. That's what mom wants but not what I want. What I wanted was a perfect family, my mom, dad and Brianna.

I looked over at Carl who slowly swung his legs as he nibbled on a cookie. All he wants is a perfect family too and with my dad out of the picture, maybe he could get a family he wanted and needed.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "I guess it's not a bad idea. Everyone deserves happiness." I told him.

Before we could say another word, the bedroom door flung open and Keith jumped inside.

"Mom! I found the cookie thieves!" he yelled through the door. We laughed and shoved as many cookies into our mouths before Keith snatched the bag from us with a victorious grin on his face.

A/N:

Sorry for the wait guys! Admissions have opened for universities and I'm busy with my applications and what not. Hopefully I'll update the next chapter sooner!

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