Song: Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

I've been through this before. Knowing that someone or right now, two of the closest people in my life might die but this time it had a twist. This time their blood would be on my hands.

I was lying on my bed, with one hand tightly clenched into a fist while the other was too weak to twitch at the very least. My body felt numb and I ran out of tears to cry. I dared not to open my eyes because of the fear that remember when I wake up or open my eyes, someone might come to tell me bad news.

I was on the edge of losing myself completely. I only held on to the small hope that maybe just maybe Bellamy and Keith won't go after Trace anymore.

I didn't want to be sober, I wish I could get drunk or get high from taking a combination of painkillers but I knew that wouldn't help. When my dad died I wasn't exactly sober and technically, I shouldn't have remembered anything but I did. Each and every fucking moment was etched into my brain.

I heard a knock on the door but I didn't respond. I was barely breathing already.

"Blake? Your mom's on the phone. Would you like to talk to her?" Harrison's voice echoed from the other side of the door.

Earlier, I asked him to take me home after the conversation at Bellamy's house. He didn't take long to drive me home and I didn't hesitate on inviting him inside and letting him and Carl stay the night. I didn't want to be alone.

I didn't respond though. I wasn't in my right mind to talk to anyone right now and maybe ever but as weird as it sounds, I just needed some normal people around me if not the one I was in love with and the other who I kept close to my heart.

Time went on and I restlessly laid on my bed. My nails dug into the skin of my palm as I was getting anxious and uncomfortable. I decided I couldn't do it anymore. I took my pills that were lying on my bedside and chucked them down with the glass of water by their side.

I slipped under the covers again and closed my eyes one more time.

I think I was drifting to sleep until a warm body adjusted themselves around the not-so-injured part of my body. I gasped and hit my fist straight into the strangers groin.

"Jane? Fuck! Ow-"

I felt like someone put my soul but inside my body as I snapped my eyes open and sprang into a sitting position on the bed. It hurt like hell and I groaned as I watch Bellamy hold onto his crotch and curse a little more.

"Why are you smiling? I need my dick, you need it too!" He scolded as I bit on my lip and drink up his appearance.

He was still in the same clothes, a dark blue shirt, black ripped Jean, leather jacket. His hair was messy but still made him look like a Greek God. I searched his face and hands for bruises but he was clean.

"Thank god you're alive!" I reached my hand out to touch him as he recovered from the hit.

"Of course, I want you to be happy and I won't let them lay a hand on you," He mumbled as he placed my on his lap and cradled me like a baby.

I breathed in his scent which calmed my nerves even more, the pain fading as my body relaxed into his touch. He nuzzle his face into the crook of my neck and his breathing got faster, matching mine.

"Promise you're staying?" I asked to make sure I didn't wake up alone.

"I promise," He said before holding me tighter. One of his hands gripped my waist possessively while the other hand trailed up and down my spine.

"Do actually didn't go after him? How's Keith?" I asked as I leaned hack a bit to look at his face.

"He's at home. We called it off. Trace is getting away with it and maybe we won't have a lead on him ever again." He said in a serious tone. I could tell he hated making this discussion but it has to be done.

"It's our only choice. He shouldn't have the satisfaction of torturing us any longer." I told him.

He raised my chin so he could have a better view of my face. My eyes bore into his and I remembered just how easy it was to get lost in them.

"I love, Blake. I love you so much." He spoke with such seriousness and affection that I couldn't believed him any more.

"And I love you more. I always will." I whispered as he leaned close enough that my lips brushed his when I spoke.

"Then you shouldn't have hit me so hard," He said and he pulled away from me. I couldn't fight back my giggle and he mocked an angry face at me making me doubling over laughing before I groaned at the pain his my chest.

I stopped immediately and Bellamy help onto me like I was something too fragile. "I'm a pathetic excuse for a boyfriend. I'm never there when you need me."

I shook my head at him cupped his cheek with my hand. "You're not my bodyguard. You're everything a boyfriend should be, I know that."

"A normal boyfriend wouldn't leave his girl alone." He said.

"A normal boyfriend wouldn't even stay after his girlfriend gets into a near fatal car accident and is bedridden. And they aren't as hot as you either." I smiled as I kissed him slowly on his lips.

"Wait, why would he?" He broke the kiss and looked at me with a confused expression.

My insecurities crept in but I shrugged at him. "You're literally my nurse." I said hoping he wouldn't think of the things I saw. Particularly my body.

"It would sound better the other way around, you know." He said with a glint of mischief playing on his face. He dipped in to kiss me again and this time none of us tried to break it. It was soft, needy and therapeutic all at the same time.

He slowly rested me back on the bed and I shimmied under him to a more relaxing position. Meanwhile he was planting kisses on my neck making the skin tingle under his touch. My breathes were heavy as he kept doing whatever he was with my skin and his mouth. Mostly making hickeys in my opinion.

"Don't leave me." I breathed out when he moved back towards my lips.

"I don't think I can, love." My heart fluttered more when he said that and I think I pulled him a little too hard by the hair so his lips could crash onto mine because he made a weird sound before kissing me hungrily.

When I was breathless and panted for air, I realized Bellamy's hands were under my shirt. He met my gaze and tried to tugged my shirt up but I shoved him back.

"What's wrong?" He asked me.

I was feeling extremely insecure about myself right now.

"We can't. I'm not...I can't move." I settled for another truth.

The thought of being intimate with him was probably one my the best things I could imagine but right now it came with a high price. I could lose him. Just one look at me and he would leave.

"It's alright, I'm not asking for sex." He said before leaning down to kiss me again.

I was aroused but I couldn't let this happen. "Then stop." I said harshly.

"Let me just kiss you. It helps me calm down." He begged and I sighed. "I know you're trying to hide yourself from me but let me tell you that I don't care."

I opened my mouth to say something offensive to get him to back away but he latched his lips onto mine in a very demanding kiss. He was winning but when we pulled away I took sharp breaths to stop him.

"No...I won't let you see me like this." I told him.

"There's nothing you have to hide. You're beautiful inside out, Blake." He whispered in my ear.

"Why are you calling me Blake lately?" I tried to change the topic.

He kissed my cheek and smirked. "You always listen when I say your name."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Remember when you used to switch between Blake and Jane; making me feel like I had a multiple personality disorder." I giggled and saw the slightest shade of red on his cheeks through the moonlight.

"Don't change the topic, babe. I'm going to love you." He said confidently before peppering kisses along my neck.

"Shouldn't you wait? You almost died." I told him uncomfortably.

"We should celebrate."

"I got slapped on my cheek. We would be celebrating that too." I said.

"Jane, will you tell me what happened?" His voice was laced with concern.

"No, let's just sleep please." I closed my eyes in an attempt to stop him but the sound of something tearing caught my attention and I opened my eyes in curiosity because Bellamy was still hovering over me.

"Wha-"

"You can sleep." He said as his eyes roamed my body.

My heart nearly jumped out of my chest as I realized he ripped my shirt. I knew what was coming next. He would be out the door in the next five seconds.

1...

2...

3...

4...

He moved and looked me in the eyes. I could feel beads of sweat on my temples and I struggled to keep the stare.

"So beautiful," He breathed out before kissing my lips, neck, chest, every scratch and scar and my stomach.

I was moaning, unfamiliar sounds mixed with curses and his name as he explored my body. If I thought I felt electricity before, I was definitely being electrocuted by his tongue and his hands that roamed and explore every part of my body.

I slowly became more comfortable as he murmured compliments into my ear and along my skin.

"I love you," He told me. His eyes were fixed on mine as he teased the skin on my hip bone. I was frustratingly turned on and I cursed because I couldn't do anything in my situation.

"I don't want to stop." He said as he licked the area along the waistband of my sweatpants.

"I don't want you to," I breathed out between moans. His tongue made its way back to my mouth where hungrily kissed him for the longest time ever.

Bellamy's hand slowly went up my tight and rested between my legs. I shivered at that action and tugged on his hair.

After that he proceeded to rip off my clothing, except for my sweatpants which he conveniently slipped off.

He kissed me to oblivion.

I hadn't felt this good in a long time. We just finished our tenth game of Heads Up.

"You're never getting laid if I upload this." Brianna laughed as she showed Luke a video of him om her phone. He groaned when Brianna didn't gave it to him. It was so obvious that he wanted a closer look just to delete the video.

"And you'll fall off the pyramid if anyone from school sees this." He smirked as played some video on his phone.

Brianna jumped towards him to snatched his phone but Luke was too quick. I watch them bicker like kids until I got bored and looked around the room.

Chris and Bellamy were busy talking about football while Eliza made Natasha's hair. I was sitting between Harry and Keith.

"Are we going to light up some fireworks?" I asked the boys.

"Hell yeah," Harry answered. "I spent days trying to get my hands on them."

"Tell me why we aren't going to party like normal people?" I chuckled.

"We're popular, that's why." Keith answered mocking a wise tone.

"I keep forgetting." I mumbled as I sunk deeper in the couch and tore off the wrapper of a candy cane. I sucked on it and when I took it out of my mouth Keith grabbed my hand put it in his.

"Hey, now you've got your spit on it." I complained as he smiled and kept it in his mouth.

"Grow up, it's not like you haven't tasted it before." He said.

I rolled my eyes and slapped his chest. "But it's like kissing and you're not my boyfriend."

"You didn't care about cooties when we were little," He winked at me.

"Are you guys seriously fighting over this? Don't you share shit otherwise?" Harry butted in.

"Yeah, but we don't suck the same thing." I stated.

Five minutes. They laughed for five minutes as I pouted and stared at the TV in front of me. My bandaged arm and leg preventing me from doing anything to the freaks on either side of me.

"Shit, that was all in you." Harry said in between laughs.

"And just to be clear, I don't suck." Keith said as he sobered up.

"Liar. I'm living proof." I laughed and the tips Keith's ears turned red. "Your bet ends tonight." I thought of changing the topic as the mood sort of got uncomfortable.

"It wasn't exactly a bet." Keith mumbled.

"Well whatever it was, I won. So I want candy as my prize." I told him.

He rolled his eyes at me and huffed out a breath. "Your dentist must hate you. Is there ever a time when you don't want sugar?"

I laughed and winked at him."I could ask you the same question."

Me and Harry snickered as we watched Keith stand up and walk away. "Your girlfriends being inappropriate." Keith told Bellamy.

"I learnt from him. There's no point in complaining." I laughed.

"We promised mom you'd sleep for a while. I think nows a good time to put you to bed." Brianna said as she walked over to me.

Everyone nodded, even Natasha who entered the room with music blaring from her earphones. I threw a cushion at her which she couldn't dodge and she sent a glare in return.

"Since you guys love babysitting me so much, I'm going to make sure you guys go through hell when I'm walking on my two feet. I'll give all of you a hard time." I wanted them.

"Can't wait, babe." Bellamy winked while the others shrugged me off.

"Save your empty threats for later." Brianna said.

"I'll show you empty threats," I mumbled.

"You sound like that guy from Wizards of Waverly Place." Eliza said and I rolled my eyes as the girls laughed at me.

Extravagant parties are my new favorite things. Since we only have the weekend left before school starts, we drove off to some place Luke knows about for a new years party.

We were in some fancy nightclub place that was really exclusive. It had just the right amount of people inside who knee how to party.

I wore a sparkly silver shirt over a black skirt. My hair and makeup were the courtesy of Eliza. Even those I wasn't feeling all too well about myself I had to admit, my insecurities were long gone when I looked at myself in the mirror.

Our boyfriends were having a go at the casino games while we ogled over the hot men by the bar.

"Do you think a Margarita will react with my medicines?" I asked Natasha who downed her fifty shot of tequila.

"You'll never or if you don't try, right?" she replied.

I nodded my head and glass the glass of Margarita in front of me in one go.

"Wow!" I exclaimed at a smiling Natasha.

"Wanna dance?" she said excitedly, as she stumbled to stand up. I laughed and shook my head.

"I can't." I told her and she frowned.

"All because of me. I'm sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I'm the shittiest best friend ever!" she slurred.

"It's okay! I'm over it. Plus I get to check out all these hot asses," I gestured to the men walking around with amazing perfumes.

"Lucky you!" she frowned once again as she walked towards the dance floor. "I'm gonna dance!" she waved goodbye and I sighed before calling the waiter for another drink.

I stayed there for a while until all the hot men walked away. This club was huge and as I assessed the place I realized that it was sort of a casino, bar and club. They had just divided the place.

Veronica and Derek accompanied us here and I saw her chatting up with some guy who looked ten years older than her but very attractive. Darn what is it with these expensive places and sexy men?

"You've seriously taken the role of the guy who sits in the corner and stares at any walking object around." I laughed Derek as he sat on the seat opposite mine.

"There's not much I can do here." I shrugged.

"It must suck." He pointed at my bandaged arm. I nodded my head at him.

"Whats keeping you from mingling?" I asked him as we grew a little silent.

"My girlfriend dumped me because I was a manwhore apparently." He sighed.

I took a closer look at him unintentionally. He was no doubt a handsome guy. His dark skin sparkled a little under the light and damn did his pearly white teeth compliment his smile.

"You're drunk." He said, making me snap out of my daze.

I bit my lip wondering if I said anything out loud. I probably did by the looks of it but I chose to act like I didn't slip anything.

"I've been called a whore a few times. You can either let that be true or prove them wrong." I said with a shrug.

He gave me a tight smile but shook his head. "Why should we even bother to prove those who call us shit wrong?"

"Because people easily believe bad things about you." I said in a duh tone.

Out of nowhere, Veronica sat down beside me and from the corner of my eye I saw her stare at me from head to toe.

"So you'll spend your entire life trying to prove someone wrong?" He asked.

I shook my head at him and rolled my eyes. "Come on, it can't take someone an eternity to do that." I stated.

"Well, I'll tell you that it can so don't be bothered to prove anything to anyone. If they're sensible enough, they'll do the right thing and apologize."

"Is he going on about his manwhore story again?" Veronica said in a tired tome. I couldn't help but laugh and nod my head.

"Thanks for the wisdom, big guy." I said to Derek who smiled at me.

"The countdowns gonna happen soon, let's go out." Bellamy said as he pushed my wheelchair outside.

This place was well kept as the snow was cleared and a ginormous fire was in the middle of whatever this was supposed to be.

We stood in front of the crowd so I could see the fireworks properly but I realized that wasn't necessary.

"What are you doing?" I asked Bellamy as he wrapped a blanket around me and slowly began to pick me up in his arms.

"Preparing for our midnight kiss." He smirked.

One of his hand went under my butt holding me firmly up while his other arm held the tight of my featured leg. I wrapped my legs around him and put my good arm around his neck while the other was tucked between our chests.

"I'm too heavy. Especially with the cast. You should put me down." I told Bellamy who was gazing into my eyes since the word staring doesn't sound romantic. His logic.

"My eight pack can handle ten of you." He smirked. I rolled my at him and looked at the guy handling the fireworks.

Brianna and Chris stood next to us and I didn't miss the squeak she let out when she saw the way Bellamy was holding me.

"Babe, take notes." I heard her say to Chris who smirked at us and went back to answering his girlfriend.

"Five, four, three, two, one... HAPPY NEW YEAR!" We screamed in unison and watched the fireworks lit up the night sky.

I only saw a few seconds of them but I felt Bellamy's lips touch my jaw, I moved my head towards his and our eyes locked and we both leaned closer. I closed my eyes and his nose poked my cheek as our lips moved in sync.

Sparks flowed through my body making me feel so much more alive and my skin burnt anywhere we touched, in a beautiful kind of way.

I lost sense of everything that was happening around me when he slithered his tongue along my lower lip. I smiled but didn't part them. I heard a faint growl before he bit my lower lip, I gasp as I was attacked by his tongue. It was a battle after that, a sweet sweet battle that none of us wanted to end.

Ever had someone honk a hooter in your ear?

It's basically testing how much your heart can bare because let me tell you something, if I wasn't in Bellamy's arms when Harry did that, I would have been as good as dead.

I screamed and as a reflex Bellamy held me tighter as he jumped away, shielding me with his body. I yelped at how hard he gripped me but the pain in my ear was far too worse.

"I'm deaf!" I screamed and thankfully I heard myself.

"Why the fuck would you do that, man?" Bellamy shouted at Harry who was clenching his stomach as he laughed. Elize held her phone at us and laugh too. Actually, everyone was laughing at us.

"My ear," I cried out as an annoying sound took over in my ear. I honestly thought I ripped my ear drum but after poking my finger inside it, I assumed it didn't. Neither did it bleed.

So I glared at Harry and everyone else. "I already can't move and thanks to you I've probably lost half my hearing along with my boyfriends." I screamed at him.

"Can't move?" Harry laughed out. "Didn't seem like it when you two were playing tongue hockey." He accused.

Bellamy's anger boiled even more and I have to admit he looked really cute right now.

"It's called kissing. Just because you didn't have a good time with your girl doesn't mean you ruin mine." He said angrily.

I interjected before they would start throwing punches at each other.

"Enough, it was a joke." I told Bellamy who raised his eyebrow at me for defending Harry. I scowled before turning my head towards Harry, "if you ever do this again I'm going to kill you."

Eliza apologized for the sake of it and showed me the video once I was back on my wheelchair.

"We are so going to get back at you two for doing this." I gave her a clear warning.

"Totally worth it after ruining your good time." she wiggled her eyebrows at me.

"You could've done it to Chris and Brianna." I suggested even though it was done for.

"But the two of you were just so lost and then the was he was holding you and making sure that blanket covered your ass so no one could see, damn. You can't find stuff like that in movies." she said dreamily.

I rolled my eyes. "So you decided to ruin our perfect moment?" I deadpanned.

She gave me a weak smile and shrugged. "My boyfriend is a prankster. Don't blame me." she sprinted down the parking where everyone was heading to.

We decided to head to a tattoo parlor and then find a place to eat.

As we decided who would sit in which car, I noticed Natasha walking towards us in her baby pink dress. Her hair was messed up, surely because of dancing all night. I didn't miss the flustered look on her face.

"Everything okay? I just realized you weren't here." I chuckled as she stood next to me.

"Uh yeah," she replied, a little too fast.

I narrowed my eyes at her and she blinked a few times before opening her mouth to speak again. "I just walked from all the there in nothing but a shirt dress and helps and you're giving me that suspicious look." she explained. "I'm not cheating on Toby."

"I never said you were." I told told her truthfully.

"Even if you were, I support you. I hate that jackass. I heard he fucked five girls at his prom." Keith said. Anger and disgust written all over his face as he muttered a few curses at Toby.

Natasha looked awfully uncomfortable but didn't stop her brother. I felt bad for her, she really likes Toby but with Keith around she can't do much. Which is way she spent New Years away from her boyfriend.

"How about us girls get into one carcass youboys can do your own thing?" I suggested.

Everyone shared and a look and agreed, except for one person of course.

"Count me out." Veronica chirped.

"Come ladies," Luke honked the horn of his car at us.

Me, Keith, Bellamy, Derek and Veronica headed inside the tattoo parlor that was surprisingly open while Harry, Eliza, Brianna and Chris headed for a 24 hours McDonald's just around the block. Natasha and Luke stayed in the car.

"Ben, how you doing amigos?" Keith strutted towards a bad fat guy who sat with a tattoo machine.

"For the millionth time kid, I'm not Spanish." The guy named Ben said.

There were three other people inside, one who was getting a design on his arm by Ben in the parlor. It wasn't the cleanest places around but not that bad either.

"What are you getting?" Keith asked us when his conversation with Ben ended. Bellamy was flipping the pages of one book while Veronica and Derek were mumbling something to each other.

"Matching tattoos?" I guessed.

Keith lit up like a Christmas tree and I wasn't sure if it was because of the ecstasy pill he took an hour ago or if it was his genuine emotion.

"That's too cliche, get something with more meaning." Veronica piped up. I raised my brow at her hoping she would elaborate. "I'm not expanding on that, the last thing I want is someone regretting their tattoo and blaming it on me.m

I laughed because she sounded like it happened to her before and the way she was looking at Keith sue meant something.

"I'm getting a tiny hollow heart on my wrist!" I blurted out from nowhere. The margaritas were still inside of me, that's for sure.

"I can't do that with my eyes closed. Do you know the amount of people who get that done?" Ben intercepted.

"Don't care." I said smoothly causing Bellamy to smirk.

"I'm getting an arrow...on my wrist." Bellamy said.

"Damn it, I'm getting an anchor on mine." Derek told Veronica.

Everyone waited for her to decide.

"Fine, I'll get the angel wings on my wrist then." She mumbled while walking up to one of the tattoo artists and reaching out her wrist.

Derek laughed and stood by us while we watched her.

"Hey, what will I get?" Keith asked out of nowhere.

I burst out laughing.

"Didn't you already decide on a tiny boxing glove?" Derek asked him.

"I also thought about a tiny ballerina." He winked at me. Bellamy sent him a glare and Keith quickly defended himself. "For Rosy, you know I love that little girl."

I rolled my eyes when he winked at me when Bellamy wasn't looking.

"How about a diamond? It describes you well." I poked Keith's side as we waited for Bellamy to get a tiny arrow on his wrist.

"I can't think beyond the term hard," Derek said making all of us double over laughing.

"I meant that you're string and you have a perfect personality and what not. You're a perfect bitch." I grimes at him as he listened to me closely.

"Whatever you say Princess." He mumbled before walking towards Ben who was done with the other guys tattoo.

Veronica must've seen the slight frown on Keith face which is why she came to talk to me.

"You hurt him." she said.

I sighed. I knew this was coming. "I didn't plan on a one night stand."

"I wasn't finished." She glanced at me. "You hurt him but you also fixed him. God knows how long we've been trying to make him stop, I honestly lost all hope when he moved away but then one day I get a call from him and he tells me he's going to rehab." She surprised me when she faintly smiled, at me.

"It doesn't particularly have to do with me you know. I lot happened that night." I vaguely answered. "If anyone should be given credit, it's Keith. It's all on him."

"He told me he's going because of you. He described you and I wished he'd say something like that me."

"You don't need to be jealous. I have Bellamy. I'm in love with him." I told her. On cue Bellamy looked at me and smiled brightly, making me blush like thirteen year old.

"I thought you were stringing Keith along but after looking at you today, I'm glad you're not. He deserves to be happy." She said.

I didn't have anything to say so I just nodded my head. "How did he start?"

She looked at me with guilt written all over her face and I half wished I didn't ask. "It's all my fault." She mumbled.

"How old was he?" I asked her. For some reason I didn't want to know because Veronica's expression was horrible which only made me think if how long Keith had been using.

"Seventeen," she whispered.

My eyebrows furrowed and tears brimmed my eyes. I wanted to punch her in the face. Keith was under the influence if drugs for nearly six years and the more I thought about it,the more uneven my heartbeats were getting.

"It's your turn babe, sure you want it?" I didn't even notice when Bellamy came and stood in front of me.

I stopping glaring at Veronica and turned my head to Bellamy, who I nodded at.

"These tiny tattoos turned out awesome!" I exclaimed as we walked back to our cars.

"Definitely not regretting it." Derek said and I laughed.

"It would be cool if everyone got it and not just us." I nodded my head at Keith.

"Makes us cooler." Veronica chuckled.

"We're you actually crying over yours?" Keith abd Veronica were walking in front of us and he nudged her arm. "When you were siting with Princess. For a second I thought you to were fighting but then I saw you touching your bandage."

Derek raised his eyebrows at me questioning but I shrugged. I wasn't in the mood talk about Veronica not after what she put Keith through.

"No, it was nothing. Just a little bummed that I didn't get a proper midnight kiss." She giggled.

"You could've asked me." He said. I rolled my eyes at his cockiness.

"You couldn't do it yourself?" She asked in an annoyed tone.

"Nope," Keith answered, popping the p.

"Why the hell is Luke's car moving like that?" Bellamy pointed out.

Everyone shared a look before we fastened our pace and reached it. Keith opened the doors and glared at the two people inside, Natasha and Luke.

"The fuck?" He said looking at Luke who was sitting in the drivers seat while Natasha was sitting in the backseat.

Natasha was close to panting and I noticed both if them had messy hair. I looked at Bellamy who gave me an equally confused look.

"I closed my eyes for two freaking minutes and hid idiot takes the mist hideous pictures if me and tells me he's going to post t on instagram." Natasha said.

She reached out to grab Luke's hair and tugged in them. Luke grabbed hers two and they started fighting each other like babies.

I released I breath I didn't even know I was holding when they continued to fight each other. Keith rolled his eyes and leaned against the car.

"Hey Princess, do you know what we're doing next?" Keith gave me a mischievous smirk.

"Food and fireworks?" I asked thinking there was more to it.

"Until the cops come after us." Bellamy added.

I was going to ask why but Derek cut me off. "For lighting fireworks, disturbing the neighborhood and speeding."

It was definitely a adventure on its own and even though I was stuck on a wheelchair, this was the best New Years I ever had.

A/N:

I hope you enjoyed this chapter because I had fun writing it and I tried to interact with all those characters I didn't focus on before.

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