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    I just stared at her for a minute. I didn't know what else to do. I always saw her as a little angel, completely afraid and withdrawn from the world. And know she is pregnant?
    "Who?" I asked, croaking it. I wasn't sad, really, just shocked beyond reality.
   "Brody. He's so sweet, you know. Every day he checks on me, not that he didn't before, but now he is always trying to talk to and see me. That was him on the phone. We were talking." She murmured, her hands resting over her flat stomach.
    I should have known it was Brody, her steady two year boyfriend, but I was too shocked to make the connection before. "That's great, Dev. But don't you think you are too young?"
    "I'm seventeen, eighteen in a little more than a month. I'm old enough to make my own choices, and I really feel this is what I want." She said, her face relaxing into a soft smile. "I haven't told anyone but Gina and you. Mike doesn't even know. I want this to be a secret for a while, until I get everything planned out. Brody and I are still deciding how we want to take this on. So please don't tell anyone."
   "Who would I tell anyways? Your secret is safe with me." I answered, smiling brightly.
   She smiled in return and rolled me down the hall and into the kitchen where Gina sat, preparing dinner.  She looked up from her work and cocked her head, a silent conversation obviously taking part between her and Deavan. "You know, then?" She asked me, smiling.
   I nodded my head and rested my arms on the armrests of the wheel chair. "She told me. It was a huge shock, but I guess it shouldn't have been. She's grown up." I ruffled Deaven's hair in a teasing way and she swatted my hand playfully.
   Gina smiled sweetly and glanced between us. "Good. Now, telling Mike will be harder. He's so over protective of you, Deaven, and he thinks Brody is more dangerous than he really i-"
   Gina didn't get to finish because Deaven had thrown a book at her and Gina was looking at her with a sorrowful horror filled face. The whole exchange was odd, but it faded quickly and Ina returned to her work. "You both should tell him, together." She suggested, acting as if the past exchange hadn't even happened.
    "We will, mom, right now." Deaven answered, wheeling me outside where Mike had abandoned the TV and was swinging on the hammock hanging from two huge oak trees.
   "Hey Mike!" Deaven called, bringing us to a stop in front of the hammock. "So, I've got some big news to tell you, and it's sort of an odd topic, but it needs to be discussed."
    Mike raised an eyebrow and motioned for her to continue.
   "Well, you know how Brody and I have been together for a while, and how we are completely in love and how we want to be together forever. And something happened to me, with him. It's really perfect for us, and Gina is happy, along with Riley. I'm pregnant."
   She drew the heart over her stomach like she had when she told me, and Mike sat straight up, staring at her with what looked like a gaze of heat.
   "You really want to be damned don't you? Do you know what you've done to yourself, and our family? You've started something of epic proportions. " He ran like a cheetah, extremely fast and swift, into the woods, leaving Deaven looking hurt.
   "Dev, he didn't mean that. It's just new for him." I told her, desperately wanting to comfort her.
   "I know, but it's so hard on him for his personal reasons and that's why I'm sad. He's happy for me, no doubt, it's something else that is eating him out." She whispered, watching the point where her brother had vanished. Silently, she turned and helped me back through the door. "He'll come back shortly. We better go help Gina with dinner, anyways."
   I sighed and rolled to Gina's side behind Devean. Gina handed me a bowl full of potatoes and instructed me to peel them. Setting up at the small dining table, I began to peel, along with Deaven cutting cucumbers and Gina shredding cheese.
   "Did he run off?" Gina asked, finally breaking the silence and looking at both of us thoughtfully.
   "Yes. He said a few things then went into the woods." Deaven replied, not looking up from her work.
   "Why did he do that?" I asked, voicing the question which had been whirling in my head since he ran off.
   Gina looked at Deaven and then to me, frowning slightly. "He has his reasons. One, he is over protective of Deaven, and two, he doesn't like Brody."
   "Yeah, I've caught that. But why doesn't he like Brody?"
   "Well, it's sort of a personal reason. He and Brody butt heads a lot, they don't agree on things." Gina answered, shredding her cheese quickly. "You better go find him, Dev. He's been out a while and dinner is nearly ready."
   "I'll go with you." I voiced up, scooting back from the table.
   "No, you can't. Not with your back." Deaven answered, already walking out the door. She shut it swiftly and left me alone with Gina, who was gathering the sliced cucumbers, peeled potatoes, and shredded cheese.
   I helped her clean up then rolled to the window and looked out over the man-made lake at the sun falling behind the horizon of trees. Gina rested her hand on my shoulder, standing behind me. "Beautiful, isn't it? I remember you used to love this as a kid. You, Deaven, Mike and I would all sit right here in some chairs, or if the weather allowed it we sat outside. we drank lemonade or hot chocolate and ate cookies while we watched the sun go down. But now my little babies are all grown up." Tears tricked slowly down her face, glinting in the sunlight, and I took her hand.
   "Were still here, though, don't forget." I whispered, smiling softly,
   The opening had closing of a door took away our moment and she whipped the tears away, kissing my forehead. We both turn around to see Deaven with Mike trailing shortly behind. Both Mike and Deaven's hair was strewn in a hundred different ways like it had been blasted with near hundred mile an hour winds.
   Mike stormed in and stood in front of Gina. "Did you know? Before today?" He asked her aggressively.
   Gina nodded and placed her hands on Mike's face. "Calm down, son. What's done is done. It cannot be changed, so just adjust. It may not have been smart in your eyes, but this was her choice, and you cannot change it."
   Mike looked down at his feet, avoiding his mothers gaze. "Yes ma'am." He murmured as she smiled and kissed his cheek. "Now, all of you go clean up for dinner."
    Deaven, Mike, and I took turns in the bathroom washing up before joining Gina, who had set the meal up at the dining table. We collected our plates and Mike had just began to take a bight of aphids potatoes when the door bell rang. Gina stiffened as she stood up and answered the door.
   She hid whoever it was from our view until the visitor stepped in. He was tall and slim, and we all knew him. He had told he wasn't going to come, but here he was, Sean. He was wearing a light gray v-neck with white pants and a pair of blue and white shoes. A blue scarf hung loosely around his neck, resting neatly under his heavy white jacket.
   He nodded a greeting and thanked Gina in a rich British accent as she offered to take his coat, which he handed off greatly. "We a just starting dinner. We would have waited had we known you were coming. Anyways, make yourself at home and dig in."
   "Thank you." He murmured. He wasn't trying to hide his accent, he was all natural, I could tell. He elegantly sat across from me and collected his plate as Gina sat down.
   Deaven kicked my leg and grimaced, realizing I had been staring at him. I dropped my gaze and nibbled on the roast cooling quickly on my pate. Mike broke the silence by brining a hand down for a soft pat on Sean's back. "How are you doing?" He asked, trying to lighten the awkward mood.
    "I have been holding up fine. A man offered me a job at the graphic design studio I applied for. He offered me a job as one of the artists of the crew. It pays well, and I can work from where I am staying as long as I have Internet access." He answered, his gaze floating around the table.
    I nodded, still holding my gaze on my roast. I didn't want to look at him, because I didn't want to make him feel like I hadn't seen a guy in my life. I would stare if I looked up, because he was unnatural.
    "Do I trouble you?" His voice sounded, rolling smoothly of his tongue. I was forced to look into his ice blue gaze, to see his tousled sandy blonde hair resting neatly over his head.  
    "No." I answered shortly, dropping my eyes again. "You just seem different, but I don't want to scare you away by looking at you all of the time."
    Mike laughed and I shot him a deadly look, making him stop. "I get that a lot." Sean said, a perfect smile set on his face. He stood up and stepped back a few steps from the table. "Go ahead and get a good look."
    I was completely embarrassed, but I did look. I took him all in. His beauty, his perfect manor, every little thing about him. When I finally lowered my gaze, he sat down and caught my eye with a quizzical gaze. "Satisfied?"
    I nodded and picked up my fork again, savoring a piece of roast. He smiled and picked up his fork, beginning to eat his roast as well.
    The meal didn't last more than thirty minutes, but the silence made it feel like an eternity. Deaven and I cleaned the dishes while Sean and Mike headed down to the lake and Gina took Crash for a walk. The house was peaceful as we worked and I enjoyed it, just being alone with Deaven for the first time in forever. "Are you nervous?" I asked her, referring to her being pregnant.
    "No, I trust that I will be okay, and I really do love Brody."
    I nodded and placed one of the dishes into the mahogany cabinets. "How is Brody dealing with it?"
    She stopped working and placed the dishes down, looking at me. "You sound like you think this was a one night stand. He is happy as well. We want this, for us. While it wasn't planned, it wasn't an accident." Her tone wasn't rude, just informative, and I nodded. "Now it's my turn to ask the questions, though. You've asked a lot."
    I nodded my approval and she picked up her work again. "What did you think when you saw the crash coming on?"
    I continued placing dishes in the cabinets as I thought. "Disbelief, fear, confusion, then pain when it happened."
    "How long we're you conscious?"
    "The last things I remember is seeing the paramedic lift me into the ambulance, then it all went black."
    She went rigid. "What do you remember while you waited for the paramedic?"
    "People's voices, people touching me, then silence. I felt like I was dying really. Then...." I trailed off, not sure if I should mention the man. Deciding I could trust Deavan, I continued. "I was sort of 'pulled back' by something. It burnt like fire and slowly climbed my arm. I remember seeing a man or something run into the woods right after I opened my eyes to find the source of pain. Everyone else was gone. Then the medics arrived."
"Did you see the mans face? Or any features about him?" Deaven asked, continuing rigidly with her work.
    "No. I only saw his shape." I answered, cocking my head curiously.
    Gina walked in, trailed by Crash, interrupting our conversation and took the dishes from me, sending me off to relax. I rolled to the living room and stared out the window, listening to the low whispers coming from the kitchen, though I couldn't understand any words. Things had gotten weird, definitely, and I didn't like it.
    Shortly after the kitchen was clean and Gina, Deaven and I had settled down to watch TV for the night, Mike and Sean walked in. Sean bid us farewell, took his coat, and left in his little fuel saver car.
    Mike joined us and we watched TV together until I grew tired and headed to my room. Deaven came with me and helped me into a pair of pajamas before helping me onto the bed and into a comfortable position. I looked up at her and she smiled.
   "I'm honestly fine, don't worry about me. Just worry about getting better." She whispered, sensing that I still wasn't sure about the pregnancy issue.
   "If something is going or something does go wrong, promise you will tell me?" I asked, watching her face, which was soft.
   "Have I ever not told you, Ri? I swear my life on it." She whispered softly before turning off the bedroom light and shutting my door.
    I laid there for a while, just thinking really. I didn't know what else to do. Finally my eyes drifted closed and I was at peace. I was home and safe. It was perfect, despite the odd moments which had happened, I was home, and that made me happy.


   I woke up late the next morning to find Deaven sitting on a small chair in the corner, looking out the window. I sat up awkwardly and she turned to face me, smiling softly. Her skin was powder white it he hazy morning sun and she looked angelic.
   She stood up and walked swiftly to my side, peeling off my hard back brace and replacing it with a softer, more flexible one. "Gina said up and moving once you woke." She told me holding out her hand, which I took and stood up.
   It felt odd after so long in a bed and wheelchair, but I could walk just fine. It was a relief to stand and walk. I followed Deaven into the kitchen, where Gina was cleaning up from cooking pancakes and sausage. "Good morning, girls!" She called cheerily as we approached and made our plates. "How are you feeling, Riley?"
   "Just fine, Gina." I answered softly, grabbing me a pancake and two pieces of sausage.
   I followed Deaven to the dining table where Mike was eating and typing on his computer. I sat next to him and he looked up, smiling. "Hey, look who can walk!" He cooed playfully, ruffling my hair. I rolled my eyes and playfully slugged his hard bicep.
   Mike flinched and began to fake cry, acting as if it hurt. "Hey, look who's a weakling!" Deaven said, using Mike's mocking tone.
   Mike made a face before shoving a whole pancake into his mouth and gdisplaying it for everyone to see. "Your such a child." Deaven grumbled, slicing her pancake and sausage into tiny bites.
   Gina joined us with her own plate and tapped the table. "So, today I thought we would take it easy, since your just getting back on your feet, Riley. How does a movie and dinner sound?"
"Fine, but what will do until then?" Mike asked, having swallowed his mouth full and taking on another pancake.
    "You can hang around here. Play, watch TV, I don't care, really. I have some work to do, so I will be using the office. Oh, you can help Riley move her stuff upstairs and help her get re-settled."
    Mike looked at me with a playful look of hate and I threw a sausage at him, which he caught in his mouth and thanked me for. Gina rolled her eyes and nudged Mike, who laughed, once again displaying a mouth full of food.
    "God, you're a major guy.." I groaned, taking a bite of a pancake.
    "It's a gift, Ri." He said, using a sweet, gentle voice like he was talking to a baby. With that, he stood up and put his plate in the sink, followed by Gina, Deaven, and myself.
    Gina retreated into her office and Mike headed outside, leaving Deaven to help me carry my bags upstairs. It only took one load, thankfully, and I threw the bags onto my crisply made bed, Deaven doing the same. "Should we unpack them?" Deaven asked, motioning to my bags.
    I shrugged then shook my head. "I will handle it later, it's not that much anyways."
    "Okay." Deaven answered, rubbing her arms, which she always did when she felt awkward.
    I tucked a stray piece of my hair behind my head, also feeling awkward for an unknown reason.
    "I invited Brody over. He should be here in a few minutes. He wanted to see you, to make sure your okay." She finally said, looking out the window which overlooked the long drive way.
    "Are you sure he isn't coming to see you?"
    She laughed, lightening the mood slightly. "Yes, that too. But he really does want proof that you survived the crash."
     The low hum of a motor followed by silence and a door closing sounded after she finished speaking, and we both hurried down the stairs, reaching the bottom as Brody, auburn hair, stunning looks, extreme height, and every other bit of him, walked in. He smiled and pecked Deaven on the cheek, touching her stomach with his hand, which for some reason made me flinch and caused my adrenaline to start pumping heavily. "Riley, so you did make it out." He said softly, holding open his arms, asking for a hug.
     I had to force myself to walk into his arms, which was beyond odd, because usually he made me feel completely comfortable. "Hey." I whispered as he squeezed me for a second then let me go, allowing me to step back.
     He raked his gaze over me, holding Deaven at his side. "I'm amazed, really. The only sign you were in a wreck is your brace and a few scrapes here and there. I was expecting to have to see you in a full body cast, but no, your perfectly fine." He whispered, completely taken aback.
     "People have told me it's because I'm stubborn." I offered up, meeting his gaze easily.
     "That could be." He answered through laughs, leaning down to kiss Deaven on the forehead afterwards. "Well, can I help with anything? Perhaps entertainment? I could take you over to my dad's studio, if you still like the whole music thing."
     I brightened up. "Sure." I said, grabbing my coat and following them out of the door. I always loved going to his father's studio, it made me feel special to be in a place where number one hits were recorded, and I loved to mess with the sound effects I could find.

     The drive wasn't long, only about twenty minutes, adding another ten to convince Gina I was well enough to go out without her. Brody parked his BMW in the closest parking spot to the entrance and held open the car doors for Deaven and me. He led us through the door, past security, and into one of the large recording booths where his dad, a young looking man excluding his grey and white hair, sat in front of three Apple desktop computers.
     "Hey Dad, I brought Riley and Deaven along. Riley can finally leave, and she seemed a little bored."
     At the mention of my name, his father turned slowly around and leaned back taking my in through his glasses like he was studying a piece of art before paying the million dollar purchase fee. "Wow, you really did make it out lucky." He said, smiling brightly.
    "Yeah, I did." I whispered.
    "Well, studio two is open if you kids want to go play around. There's a few tracks we are testing out, so feel free to play around with those and let me know what you think."
    "Thanks Dad, we will." Brody answered for us, clasping his dad on the shoulder before leading us into a long hallway and to a door marked Studio Two. He held open the door for us into a large, open space, then held open another door which led us into the actual recording booth.
     He set up the microphone and headphones then returned to the first room, booting up the six computers in the room and hooking flipping on the microphone for Deaven and me. I sat on a wooden stool and Deaven sat on another identical stool, putting a pair of headphones around her neck. I followed her motions and got into a comfortable position.
    "Okay, girls. The screen in between you should have the lyrics on them. This is one of the tracks my dad is working on."
    I looked down at the large screen to my right and skimmed over the lines of words. It was an slow song. One of those that gave you hope when you felt like the world was ending. Deaven also skimmed over the lyrics then put her headphones over her ears as Brody started the music. I did the same and cranked up the sound close to as loud as possible, blocking out any sound but the music.
     I closed my eyes, because I wanted to let loose, and I didn't want to see everyone else in the room when I blurted out the words to the song for two major reasons. One, I had never, ever in my entire life sang in front of anyone but myself, and two, because I felt so awkward.  The music picked up and Deaven started singing. She had always been a singer, and her voice was smooth and perfect along with the music.
     Then my part came, and I didn't hold back, I sang. I know it shocked Deaven because she had stopped singing, and when I finally stopped and opened my eyes, both Brody and Deaven's eyes were locked on me, their jaws hanging open. "I didn't know you could sing." Brody said through the microphone and into our headphones.
    "Neither did I. But damn, Riley. You're amazing." Deaven said through her airy laughter.
     I shrugged my shoulders and lowered my head. "I'm not that good." I pressed, my cheeks flushing.
     Brody played the track back and I listened. I didn't sound like myself, and I shook my head, because it was amazing. "You edited that." I accused Brody, looking up at him.
    "No, I didn't. That's raw."
    "Then why do I sound so different?"
    "Two reasons. One, when you listen to yourself, it is actually twisted because your skull is vibrating, so you get the extra sound which is not really attached to your voice. Two, because you don't want to admit you are good, so you deny it."
    I bit my lip and took off the headphones. My head had begun to spin and my stomach felt like it had been kicked by a professional football punter. I was beyond embarrassed and confused as to why I had even sung. It was so unlike me and it scared me, really. I slipped off of the stool and out of the door, only to run into Brody. "Please just let me go, I'm not feeling well." I whispered, trying to shove past him to no avail.
    "Look, you don't need to be embarrassed. You've got talent, amazing talent, that's something to praise. Just stay here, listen to yourself, and maybe we can go somewhere with this." He whispered, locking his gaze on me.
    I shook my head. "I don't want to be famous. I feel sick singing not even a fourth of a song. There is no way I can sing in front of hundreds, thousands, even millions of people. I just need a break."
    "Alright, go take a break in the lounge. There should be some water and snacks if you need it." He said softly, letting me slide past him and out of the door.
    Once I was in the hall, I nearly bolted down the hall to the lounge room, which was furnished with retro chairs couches, counters, and everything else imaginable. The counters were piled high with snack from cookies to celery and drinks such as coffee, water, lemonade, and soda. I took a bottle of cold water and drank half of the bottle while falling back onto one of the couches. I sat there with my head between my knees and the water bottle on my forehead in silence.
    "Riley, are you okay?"
    The voice jolted me back to reality and I looked up to see Brody's mother, Jennifer, leaning in the door frame and watching me with a worried gaze. "Um, yes, thanks for asking. I just feel a little light headed, nothing serious." I answered, sitting up and leaning back on the couch.
   "Can I get you some medicine or anything?" She asked sweetly, walking to my side and placing a hand on my forehead.
   I shook my head. "I'm fine, just needed some water." I insisted, showing her the bottle in my hand.
   "If you say so, dear. If you need anything, just let me know. I will be down in Studio Eight."
   I nodded and she left. A few moments after she dissapeard, I stood up and walked back down to Studio Two. I slowly cracked open the door to see Brody and Deaven talking in a low whisper. I listened to them silently and motionless.
   "It's not right Brody. Something happened to her the night of that wreck."
   "I bet it's nothing, Dev."
   "No, Brody, it is something. She saw him. Clear as day. She told me she saw a man."
   "Just because she saw a man doesn't mean it was him."
   "Who else would it be?"
   "A man that was at the scene? A by stander? Maybe a medic or cop?"
   Deaven shook her head and looked into his eyes fiercely. "She said when he appeared, she felt a burning sensation."
    Brody didn't argue, just simply looked down at her and shook his head.
   Suddenly Deaven's head snapped to look in my direction and I gasped, opening the door completely to act like I had just started to walk in. Brody and Deaven instantly softened their gazes and put a smile on their faces. "Feeling better?" Deaven asked sweetly.
   In truth, I had been until I heard their conversation, and now I was feeling wheezy again. "Yeah, I'm fine."
   "You look a little pale. We better get you home." Brody said softly, putting his strong hand on my shoulder and guiding me out of the studio, past the lobby and security and into his car. He drove us home quickly and silently, and dropped me and Deaven off at the front door, simply saying goodbye before driving off again.
   Deaven and I walked shoulder to shoulder to the front door and into the living room, where I sat down on the couch. Gina appeared from the hallway leading to the study a few moments later and looked from me to Deaven. "What happened?" She demanded.
   Deaven stood up and sighed. "Riley got a little lightheaded at the studio, so we came home. Nothing to worry about, trust me."
   Deaven's gaze was fierce and almost pleading, and I could have sworm I saw Gina nod, but I was seeing in blurs so I couldn't be sure. I laid back on the couch and Gina brought me a an ice pack, placing it gently on my head. I flinched slightly and she sighed, picking up the ice. "Please be more careful next time, Riley. You worry me so much. Especially just coming out of a deadly wreck."
   "I'm fine, Gina. Honestly, it's just a headache." I told her softly. I could hardly focus on her face, and even then it was a blur. She put her hand on my cheek gently, her eyes were full of sadness, and kissed me. I saw no more after that.

   
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