I looked at him for a long time, I didn't know what I was feeling, but it wasn't bad. I started laughing and fell on the floor. Alex made a confused look and said, "Val? What's so funny!" He said, thinking that I was laughing at him. "I'm not laughing at you I promise! I'm just so," I burst out with laughture not knowing why I was laughing. Alex smiled and began to laugh with me. Finally, we stopped. Having to take deep breaths to catch our breath. I put my elbow on his shoulder and we both looked up, into each others eyes. For those few moments I felt safe. Then, he leaned over, and kissed me. Time stopped, nothing was moving. Then, my father opened the door. "Valentine!" He yelled as I quickly turned around and stood up, brushing my dress off.

I stood there, trying to find words to explain what he had just saw. "Dad- I- I can't explain." "Well you better do some explainging after what you promised your mother?" "Oh God...I forgot my promise!" I said as tears began to fall to the floor. Alex stood up, imidiatly feeling protective. He wrapped his arms around em and tucked his head in my shoulder. "It's alright." He said, not even knowing what I had promised before ym mother died. "No, I promised my mother I wouldn't get my first kiss until I was 15. And ready for heart break." He stepped away and grabbed my hands, "I'm not going to break your heart Valentine. I would never do that to you."

I smiled, feeling safe and then wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He whispered in my ear, "I love you Valentine." I closed my eeys and nodded my head

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"Dad! Come here I found something!" I yelled as my father came to my side. I pointed out into the ocean at a boy drowning. "Crew! Get this boy and bring him aboard!" He yelled as the crew threw put ropes to the boy. He grabbed on to Posey's rope and Posey pulled the boy on deck. The boy coughed for a few moments and then caught his breath. My father kneeled down at his side and then said to him, "Now boy, what is your name and what is your captin's name?" I stood behind my father, hoping the boy wouldn't say he had a captin, for if he did, he would be hung for being a pirate. The boy shook his head for a moment and said, "I have no captain. My name is -" The boy stopped there and closed his eyes to think. The crew leaned in closer to him, waiting for an answer. The boy sat there, tryign to remember his name. He started on to names, but soon stopped and shook his head. "He looks like an Alexander to me." The boy looked at me, snapped his fingers and said, "That's it! Alexander Foster!" The boy smiled at me, and then looked away. My father looked at me for a moment, then shook his head. "Okay Foster. Do you have family?" He nodded his head and spoke, "Yes, I do sir. Two brothers and two sisters Sir.

" "Name them." He took and deep breath and then said, "Niles Reed Foster, Liam Leo Foster, Gretchen Lue Foster, and the youngest, Edith June Foster. Is that specific enough? Or do you want birth dates too?" He said with a laugh. My father ignored this comment and then said, "Your mother and father?" Alex sighed, "Arabella Margeese Evrlyn, and Daniel Lance Tamalage...Foster." My father chuckled and said, "Now why did your family have to change their last name?" "My father took my mothers name." "Ah, but I thought your mother's last name was Evrlyn?" Alex looked around nervously, "My family changed their last name because we were accused of piracy."

"Oh really? Now how did this happen?" Alex took a deep breath and carried with his story, "My mother's brother was a pirate. To spare his life he told us we were pirates as well. He got killed anyway." "What was your uncle's name Alex?" My father took out the list of pirates that were killed and waited for Alex to speak. "Augustis Pervice Tamalage." My father began looking down the list and then stopped, "Ah, here he is. Posey, take him to our extra room." Posey walked over to Alex and grabbed his arm. He took Alex to the room and then locked the door behind him. Posey hated doing this, but you have to do what you have to do to get by he always told me.

After my father went to bed Posey sat ont eh deck, carving pieces of wood into unknown figures. "Posey," I began to say as he looked at me. "What is your real name?" I asked as he sighed and put down his tools. "My name? That would be, Oliver Orson Greenwell." I crossed my eyes to be funny and then said, "They why do they call you Posey?" "Because when your father found me dyign on that island three yers ago when you were just a little thing, I was a pirate. I made up a new name and said I never met my family. Your father would've killed me if he found my father's anme on that list." "Oh..." I said as I turned and headed to Alex's room.

"Alex? Are you awake?" I asked as he opened his eyes. "Hm? Oh, yes." He rubbed his eyes and sat up. "Alex, are you a pirate?" He looked around for a moment and found a way to distract me from my question. He kissed me! Then, hid under his covers. "Alex, that won't distract me." "Fine." He sat up and looked at me. "Yes, I am a pirate. Tell anyone, and you die." I nodded my head and laughed at him. "You don't even know my name do you?" I asked. "...No" He said, rolling his eyes at me. "Fine, I guess you don't want to know." I said, turning my head. "No, no! Tell me!" He said. "Well, what do you think it is?" He made a face and then started the guessing, "Polly? Ellenore? Diana? Julie? Adis?" I shook my head and began to laugh. "No, it's Val. Val, as in Valentine." "Oh...Well that's a pretty name." He said. I blushed, "Thanks. How old are you Alex?" He looked at me and raised one eye brow, "13 why?" "Oh, just wondering." "Well, how old are you?" "13." I said with a smile. He laughed and then stopped. I looked in the mirror behind me and studied myself.

Bright blue eyes, straight black hair, and think black eye brows. Jack as well, was studying me. He looked up into the mirror. He had dark brown hair that was as long as his shoulders and always tucked behind his ears. He smiled, and I smiled back.

                                                                              3 years later                                                                  

I slowly opened my eyes and saw flames all over the boat. I was back to my normal age. I heard Ron yell and I looked up, "Ron! Ron I'm here!" I screamed as I saw him, jumping down from the top deck. He untied me. The song "Promise Me." By, Dead By April was playing in my mind. I don't know why, but it was. When he looked me in they eyes time stopped, everything was blowing up around us but all I could see was him. I couldn't blink, something had changed in Ron since I left. Something deep, and painful changed. There was a big explosion next to Ron and I that made me scream. He kissed me and went off to fight. There, right infrot of me. Where all my loved ones, fighting for me. For my coming home. A tear rolled down my cheek. I finally saw what I ment to people. I covered my mouth and closed my eyes. I heard someone walk up infront of me, but I didn't bother to open my eyes.

"Hello dearie." An old scratchy voice said to me. Before I got the chance to scream when I opened my eyes he had stabbed me with his sword. I sat there, flashbacks coming in my head. I could see, wonderful, wonderful memories. Ron turned his head and saw Purey(The old man) standing next to me. Then, he saw the sword. He yelled and ran over, throwing Purey off the boat. He knelt down to me and yelled the kids' names. Tyler, was 7. Charlie and Nik were married. They all knelt down, tears in Charlie's eyes. I touched her face and whispered goodbye. "Phoebe! Phoebe stay with me! Don't close your eyes!" He screamed. "I'm so...tired." "No! No! Stay wiht us! Phoebe!" I closed my eyes and layed back my head. "Phoebe!" I could hear Ron screamed in horror. I could hear Charlie crying, Nik tryign to comfot her. Ron held his face in his hands, frusterated, he took his sword. "You go, I go." He said, "No! Dad! Dady please!" Charlie screamed.

Ron put it back for the children. He shook me and tried to wake me up. "Phoebe! Wake up! Wake up please!!!" Then, everything went black. I couldn't tell what they were saying any more, I on;y heard mumbles and screams. I felt hands grab my shoulders, someone was holding me up. My eyes opened, I was watching my children fight for me. I wished the sword would just kill me already. I looked down and saw Tyler laying on the ground, one of the men was about to shoot him. "Tyler!" I screamed with all the strength I had. He looked up at me and smiled. The man drew back his sword, ready to strike Tyler. I had no more strength, I whispered as loud as I could, "Run, run!" He looked up and froze. "No...no..." I whispered to myself. I closed my eyes, not beign able to watch. A few moments I opened my eyes, ready to see him dead. But he was gone? I looked around, trying to find him. "Ty-Tyler!" I yelled. I couldn't find him!

I screamed in pain, I looked down at the sword that was stabbed right in my stomach. I coughed blood and looked for my family agian. Everyone was gone... The fire had grown on the ship and had burned down the sails and bow. The fire made its way up to the top deck, right where I was. I could feel the heat melting my shoes, I knew it was over. I laughed and said to myself, "Ah, life was good." I rolled my eyes and then closed them agian. I was ready to die this time. But NOOOOOO, someone, once agian grabbed me. It was Ron, I have to say. I wasn't very happy to be saved. I wanted to die on that ship, I was on so much pain. Every time Ron moved, it hurt worse. Finally, he layed me down. We were in a side boat that came off the ship. Ron layed me down and took out some stupid First-Aid kit. "What? Where the hell did you get that Ron!" I said to him. "...I found it." He said in a very proud but wimpy voice.

He slowly took out the sword, the whole time I screamed in pain. It wasn't the best day in my life.  I looked over at Charlie and noticed that her stomach was big. "Charlie? What happened to your- NIK!" I yelled as I looked from charlie to Nik. "You got her pregnat didn't you!" Nik's eyes opened wide and he didn't answer. Ron nodded his head and rolled his eyes. "But you guys are brother and sister!!! EW!" Nik shook his head and stopped me, "No, wrong Puck." "Oh..." I said and shrugged my shoulders. "But you still got my daughter pregnat!" I screamed as Ron sttiched my wound. "Sorry..." Nik said, looking down at the "floor". I rolled my eyes and looked at Tyler, "Well you aren't pregnat are ya?" I asked him. His eyes got really wide and he shook his head fiercly. All of us laughed. Nik started looking at me really hard, "He isn't, but you are Mrs." "What! No way Nik, I'm doen trying." I said with a smile. "No, Phoebe. You're pregnat. I can see inside of you." I crossed my eyes and stuck out my tongue. "No way looser." He nodded his head and Ron put his head to my stomach. "Better check agian. I can hear it." I looked down at my stomach, it was huge! "Wow! When did this baby happen?!" "Before you got stolen..." Ron said. I didn't undertsnad one how you could hear a baby, or see through me...or how it wasn't born yet...But I trusted these guys... And this the end, of my story. I am still married with Ron, we are happy together. Our new baby was another boy, we named him Jack. Tyler is now 18 years old, Jack is 11, Charlie is in her late 20's, so is Nik. Me? I'm as old as dirt!
                                                                My Story                            

"Ugh!" I said as I made the snootiest face I could make as a young girl. "Now now dearie, don't want to ruin yur pretty face no do ya?" He said. once agian winking at me. I shook my head and screamed in rage. I was prbably about 13 years old, so I had quite the attitude. "Dearie!" The old man yelled. "Your dear father promised you to my son when you two were born." He said. "What." I whispered to myself in shock. "But I'm married!" I screamed at him. "Not now you aren't! All the things that happened in your life from the time you were 14 to the time you were 20, has been completely erased!" He said, smiling.

 "What! I had a family! A great husband! Why did you do this to me!" I screamed. "Because, you were solemly promised to be married with my son by the age 13. Tomorrow, he turns 13 agian, as well as you." He smiled and tilted his head back and started laughing. I screamed and shook my head so it would echo across the boat. Everyone closed their ears and yelled at me to stop. I stopped when I heard a door open. I heard foot steps, and a boys voice. I looked up. "Oh God." I whispered, "He's handsome!" The captain shook his head and the boy smiled at me.

 He looked like Will Turner off of Pirates of the Caribbean. He looked at me for a few moments and then walked over to me. He got on one knee and grabbed my hand. "Now why is a beautiful girl like this all tied up?" My face turned red, and i tried to stop from smiling. "You're very nice." I said to him as he kissed my hand. "And you are very beautiful." He said with a charming smile. I let out a small snicker and then turned my head so maybe the blushing would stop. Phoebe! What are you doing!!! You have a husband, and three wonderful, wonderful children! Stop this nonsense and think about your real family! I shook the voice out of my head but still relized it was right. "Dear boy, what is your name?" I asked, nice as possible. "My name is Jack." He said with agian, the charming smile.

 "Well Jack. I'm sorry, but I cannot marry you. In the future, just about three years from now I'm happily married to a man named Ron. We have four, i mean, three, children. I'm sorry, but my heart belongs to Ron." I said in a snooty and fast way. He sighed and then said, "Well, then I guess we have to let you go." He said. He began to turn around but then spun back around and kissed me! I screamed and wipped off my mouth. "You disgusting mongrol!" I yelled as he ran back into the room he came from. He was laughing, having pleasure in himself for doing such a horrible thing.

The captain looked at me for a moment in disbeliefe. He slowly made his way to me and then kneeled down to me. So quickly he took the back of his hand and smack my left cheek. I screamed in pain for a moment, and then held my eyes tight shut acting as if I could not see him. "I know you know I'm here dearie." He said in a slow, quiet, and smooth voice. I began to loosen my eyes but then shut them even tighter before I could see his face. "Oh. I guess you know about this music box I have in my hand don't you?" I lifted my eye brow to show confusion and began turning my head tword his. I felt his hand touch my face and I quickly turned my head back. "What about this mirror? It's very shiny." He said in a voice that was almost irresistable to refuse opening up to. I opened my mouth to say something but someting was quickly shoved in.

I opened my eyes and started to scream. "There you go dearie. Take your pill." He said and I was forced to swallow it. I shook my head as a tiredness came over me. "What...what was that?" I asked, trying to keep my head from swaying and y eyes from shutting. "It's going to make you sleep for a good long time." I nodded my head and then said, "But what about...my family?" I said. He smiled as my eyes started closing. Soon, I fell asleep.

As I sat there, thinking I relized how long it had been since I saw Puck. The last time I saw him I told him I was pregnat. Or at least the last time I remembered seeing him. "How could've I forgotten I had a son?" I whispered to myself. I heard the bedroom door open to our room and looked up. "Hey Pho, what's the matter?" Ron asked shutting the door behind him. " I faked a smile and said, "Nothing, everything is..." I stopped right there. I knew everything was not alright. I covered my face with my hands and began to cry. Ron rushed over and wrapped his arms around me. "Pho, Pho! Our kids are back, and happy! It's okay you don't have to cry anymore! It's okay!" I shook my head. "No, no Ron! That isn't what I'm talking about!" He looked over his shoulder at the door. Nik and Charlie were standing there.

"Guys, right now isn't the best time to bug us." Ron said with a hint of rudeness in his voice. "No, Ron. If I'm going to tell this story at all. I want to tell all of you at the same time." I motined for the kids to come sit on the bed. Nik and Charlie looked at each other, shrugged, and sat down at the end of the bed. "Okay, here it goes. When I was in high school, I dated a boy named Puck. He got me pregnat," Nik's eyes fixed on me, he knew where this story was going. "I was on a medician that made me forget alot. And, I had a baby. Puck took him in." Nik shook his head and stopped me. "You're my mom?" I nodded my head and continued my story. "When I went to school a while later there was a shooting. I got shot, when they saved me the only thing they cold do is turn me into a vampire. I met a boy named Peter. I fell inlove with him, we were together...Forever it seemed. Until I bit him, I turned him into a vampire. Vampire men go off traveling around the world to find their mate. Well, Peter never came back. And- wait... Nik? Didn't you say that your mom dated Puck's twin brother? Named Peter?" Nik shook his head, "Well, yeah." I looked at Ron. "Ron? Would you mind explaining?" I said in an angry tone. "Here's the thing. Um, we were triplets?" I nodded my head once, rolled my eyes, and sighed. "Why...Didn't you ever tell me Ron?" He shrugged and said, "I didn't think it would ever matter Pho." "Well it did!" Ron's face turned mean, "Why didn't you tell meyou had sex with Puck! And had a baby! How could you forget your own child!" "I didn't know!" Ron grabbed our lamp and threw it at the ground. He walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Charlie got tears in her eyes as Nik wrapped his arms around her to comfort her. "Mom...Why did you and dad just scream at each other?" Charlie asked in the weakest voice. "Because, sometimes people get mad at each other." "But you and dad have never fought before." I nodded my head and began to cry. The loudness of Ron's voice scared me...

That night Ron didn't return to the room, I thought about what had happened. And how I still hadn't explained the whole story about Puck to everyone yet. I figured it was better if I didn't finish the story. I layed down on the bed, facing the window. I heard the door open, but didn't bother to turn over to see who it was. Whoever the person was, didn't say a word. I felt the other side of the bed go down, as if someone sat on it. "Ron?" I said as I began to turn around. "Hello dearie!" I tried to scream as the ugly old man tied a cloth around my mouth. I tried to hit him but I began to get tired. He must've put drugs in the cloth that he put over my mouth. Soon, I fell asleep.

When I woke up I was on a boat, with a bunch of old, ugly, bad smelling men. "I demand to be taken home this once!" I screamed as I struggled to get out of the ropes I was tied in. I heard a loud laugh and looked up. It was the old man. "Dearie! You ain't nevah goin' home!" I kicked and screamed at him, but it did no use. I felt like a little girl agian. Kicking and screaming in order to get what I wanted. "Let, me, GO!" He just laughed, "Who are you horrible people!" I screamed at them. "Dearie, we aren't pirates if that's what you're wondering. We come from a tree, and are very aware with this boy named Peter." He said, twisting his neck more and more with every word. A tall, big black man standing next to me forced some nasty tasting water down my throat. "Ew! What WAS that!" "Potion." The man said as he stepped away. I began to feel younger, and smaller, and everything became bigger. I looked down at my hands, they had become smaller. I looked at my feet, thay had become smaller. "What did you do to me!" I screamed in terror. "You're a little girl agian dearie!" The old man shouted. "Don't ya speak to your cap'in that way dearie." He said, winking at me.

"Charlie!" I screamed as I climbed to the top of the car. The man int eh car behind us shot at me. "Ah!" I screamed. I looked down and saw Charlie on the truk of the car. "Charlie!" I screamed. I pulled her back inside the car and took her gun. The man that was the passanger of the black car got out on teh top of the car and pointed his gun at me. I watched him, shocked and scared. "Phoebe! Shoot him!" Ron yelled from inside the car. I heard a gun shot and shut my eyes. A heard a thump and saw the man fall off the car. I screamed and got back in the car. I climbed in the back seat and brushed Charlie's hair out of her face. She was not hurt, just knocked out. I looked at her very closely for a moment. She had changed so much... Her eyes were emerald green, her hair was straight and black. And her skin was pale. She was beautiful. She was wearing white pants and a white belly shirt with sleeves that went down to her elbows. I laughed, relizing it was an outfit that looked just like Pademe's in Star Wars.

"Pho. get back up here." Ron said as I took one last look at Charlie. When I sat down Ron handed me the baby. "What? When did I set him down?" Ron chuckled and smirked and then said, "You didn't." I smiled at him and then studied Tyler's face. "Ron? Why do you think I can't stop looking at their faces?" I asked as he looked over. "Because you haven't seen them for two years." I nodded and looked back at Tyler. His black hair, his eyes that were never one solid color. His pale skin, and his little freckles that covered his cheeks and nose. As we drove past a field late at night I saw a boy. He was tall, skinny, and had blonde poodle hair. "Ron, stop the car." I said as I opened the door. I handed Tyler to Ron and walked twords the boy. "Now, you look lost sweet heart. What's your name?" The boy hesitated and then said, "Nik." I smiled. "Well, Nik. Would you like a ride home?" He looked down and said quietly, "I have no home." I gasp and covered my mouth. "Oh why you poor thing!...Come live wiht us. Come be a part of our family. We have a 13 year old daughter named Charlie. And a three year old son named Tyler." I grabbed his hand and walked him back to the car. I opened Charlie's door as she woke up. "Mom! I was-" She stopped as soon as she saw Nik. They both stood there for the longest time. Just looking into each other's eyes.

"Uh, hi. My name is Nik." He said, holding out his hand. Still dazing at Charlie. "I'm, I'm-" Ron turned around and said "Charlie, we've been over this!" And Nik laughed. He had blueish greenish eyes, and his smile seemed to light Charlie's fire. Or as Ron called it just to make fun of her, her lonley fire. Charlie skooted over and made room for the boy. They talked until 3 in the morning. Just talking about any and everything. "Ugh! Finally they're all asleep!" Ron said as he pulled into a long gravel drive way. "Woh, woh! Who lives here Ron?" I asked. "Us now." He said without looking back at me. He parked the car and picked up Tyler. I stopped him as I looked at Nik and Charlie. "Aw Ron!" I whispered as he looked at Charlie. Charlie had fallen asleep on Nik's shoulder. His head was ontop of hers and they looked so peaceful. "Wake up kids!" He yelled as Charlie screamed in fear. "Dad! Why'd you wake me up like that! You scared me!" He shrugged and walked into the house. Nik looked tired as he walked to the door. Then, I noticed a scar on his right arm. It went right across all his veins on his lower wrist. "Nik? Would you come here please?" I asked as he rubbed his eyes. He nodded and walked over. "How'd you get that scar?" I asked. I picked up his arm and pointed to it. "Oh," He said, throwing his head back. "My father gave it to me. His name was Puck. He burnt me with a steel bar." "Oh, and uh. What about your mother?" He half smiled and answered. "I never knew her. After I was born she got shot in school and had some wacky surgery done that made her a vampire. Then, she dated my dad's twin brother."

I opened my eyes wide and thought back before the school shooting. I remember having him. "Oh God..." I whispered. Nik looked at me, conserned. "What's wrong?" I smiled and replied. "Nothing." Nik...was my child! And I forgot all about him! "Wait! Nik...Was your mother given anything after or before your birth that could cause her to forget things?" "Ha, yeah. I've tried to find her but, she just never turns up." He walked inside the house and fell asleep in the living room couch, int he same position as he was with Charlie in the car. I walked inside, tears coming up. "Pho? Are you alright?" Ron asked, he grabbed my arm and looked at me. I nodded and said, "Yes...I'm fine."

"Mak 'n cheese sound good?" I smiled and nodded. He smiled back and then got to cooking. I turned on the TV and the news was on. "Ron...two stolen kids were found!" Ron dropped his spoon and ran over to behind me. "There were two small children found on the side of the road last night at 12:43 a.m. One a baby, about two years old. And the other a younge red haired girl, about 13 years old." I smiled really big and Ron held my hand, hoping it was them. They zoomed in on the kids. "That's my baby! Those are our kids Ron!" I screamed as they showed the children. "Now, what are your names' kids?" The little girl looked up and spoke quietly. "I'm Charlie, and this is baby Tyler." Tears streamed from my eyes as I watched her. She had cuts on her face and bruises on her amrs. "If you know where these children belong, please call the number listed below." "Ron! Ron! Get the phone! Get the phone!" "Okay, what's the number?" "214-887-9062!" "It's ringing! It's ringing!" I screamed with excitment as they answered, Ron hushed me and made me cover my mouth. "Um, Hello? Those are our children on the screen." "Great! Come on down to Maple Tree Drive 1432!" Ron hung up the phone and grabbed our jackets. He smiled and we got in the car. When we got there I cried. I saw a man standing outside in a black coat. "Why hello there." The man said. "Do you happen to be the parents that called in?" "Yes! Yes we are!" Ron said as we walked up to the man. "Come on in." He said with a big smile as he opened the door. We walked inside and there they were. "Charlie! Tyler!" I screamed as I swooped them up in my arms and hugged them. I finally set them down when there was no response. "Charlie? Don't you remember me?" She slowly shook her head and stared at me, shocked. "You aren't my mother." She said, looking me right in the eye, like she was making sure I knew to back off. "But, honey! This is your father! Remember, we had you run when we were being attacked? You ran with Phonix and Tyler." She looked at me and frowned. "What happened to Phonix." She asked. She spoke it as a regular sentence, no real feeling to it at all. "Oh...she um, she passed away dear. She um, she got hurt..." She nodded her head and looked at Ron. "YOU, are NOT, my father. Peter, is my father!" Ron's eyes got real big that sudden. A man's voice was at the door. And there, stood Peter. "Why hello brother." He said with a smirk, he began to walk over to me and then stopped, right by y side. "...Old lover." Then he rolled his eyes and picked up Charlie. "Hello dear. Did you have a nice walk?" He said with a laugh at the end. She just looked at him. She seemed to hate every single inch of his miserable body that was all burnt, and scarred from battles. "You, paid him to rape me." Peter looked at Charlie very hard for a long time after she said this. "And this is because, I don't give a damn about you darn kids!" He yelled as he yanked Charlie's hair. "Ow!" She screamed as he ripped Tyler out of her arms. He looked at me and said, "You see what you did to them? You sent them off, and I caught them. Your children, are suffering in my hands. They will, die." He said with a grin and a laugh. Ron suddenly ran forword and attacked Peter. "You filthy mongrol! I have hated you ever since the day we were born! You may be my twin, but you will never be a brother of mine!" He yellled as he held down Peter. "Ugh! Get off of me you dirty pesent!" Peter moaned. Ron drew back his fist and struck Peter. Righton the bridge of his nose. He repeated this until blood was covering the floor. Peter was either dead, or unconsiouse. "Grab the kids and let's get out of here!" Ron yelled as he swung Charlie over his shoulder. I took Tyler from her arms and ran to the car. Ron put the gas pettal all the way down and slid off. We had no idea where we were going, we didn't care as long as we were all a family agian. "Charlie, you really do remember us don't you dear?" She nodded and laughed. Suddenly her hair turned black and straight. It was down to the back of her knees and her eyes turned emerald green. She stepped out of the car window and up onto the top of the car. "What the Hell are you doing Charlie! Get in here now!" Ron yelled as he tried to watch the road. I took out the mirror in my purse and aimed it at the top of the roof. A man and Charlie were up there. Charlie stuck her hand in her white boot and pulled out a knife. "Oh God Charlie no!" I screamed as she slit his throat. She, agian, reached into her left boot and pulled out a small black gun. I then relized there was a black car behind us. "They're following us!" I screamed as Ron looked in the mirror. I heard a gun shot and looked back up at Charlie. She was gone...

"Ah!" "Woh! Woh! Pho! Chill, you had a bad dream, everything is OKAY." I took a breath and closed my eyes, opening them after a moment. Ron looked at me, worried. "Are you okay?" I nodded my head and pulled the sheets off of my body. I walked out of teh room, Ron following me close behind. I opened the girl's room...I looked at their empty beds and began to cry. Ron held my head to his chest and kissed my temple. "It's okay...it's okay." he repeated. I sat down in the corner of their door frame and covered my face. Ron tried to pull my hands away to look in my eyes but I wouldn't let him. "Hey, don't you hide that beautiful face from me." He said as he tried to make me laugh. He chuckled but then soon stopped. "Pho...I know you miss them. I really do. But there's nothing we can do anymore."  "Three! Three children that I have lost! Three!" I screamed as I flung my arms twords Ron as if to strike him. "Pho! I know honey, I know! I know..." He said as he wrapped me in his arms and sat down with me. We sat there until morning came, not a single word said the whole night. I heard the soft chirp of the birds outside and opened my eyes. I sttod up from Ron, who looked up at me with a sorry look. He then stood up too, and kissed my forehead. After that I headed to the rest room. I looked down at the toothbrush holder. I layed out all of the brushes and cupped my left hand over my mouth, trying not to cry. I touched the purple one, that had "Phonix." written on some tape that we had wrapped around the brush on it. Then picked up the pink one that had a rose pattern on it. This was Charlie's. Then, I slowely moved my arm over to uncover the towel from the side of the sink. When I lifted it and put it back up on it's rail I wished I hadn't. There, was baby Tyler's little brush. Green, and about as short as your index finger. I slowly made my hand over to it and picked it up. I held it up to my face and studied it for a moment. Then screamed and knocked all the brushes onto the floor. I punded my fist on the wall and then heard a big crash on the other side. Ron kicked down the door and looked at me, hands agianst the wall, tears streaming donw my face, and he said. "Oh Pho." And shook his head. He hung his head and covered his eyes. I walked up to him and played his game. "Don't hide that beautiful face from me..." And smiled at him, he looked at me and laughed. He grabbed my waist and carried me on his shoulder to the couch.  He kissed me and then said, "Okay, want lunch?" I nodded and smiled at him.