When class was let out Greg, Samantha, Aaron, and I all ran home. But when we got there Ma and Pa were loading things onto the carriage. "Littles, get in. Greg and Madelene are going to stay here and watch the place for about three days. We'll be back." Ma said as Samantha and Aaron climbed in. Then, they headed off. Greg and I stood there for about a minute, starring at the empty space that use to hold our family. Then, he grabbed my hand and drug me inside, ripping off his shoes and socks. We ran into his bedroom where he started to unbutton his shirt and pants. I starred, confused. "What are you doing?" I asked. I knew what he was doing, but I didn't know if I wanted to join in. He was almost sixteen and I would be eighteen next April. He stopped removing clothing and then looked at me, "Well...they're...they're gone and I just thought..." He stopped and put his head down.

I grabbed his hand and looked at him, "Not here." I said, leading him to my room. "Here." He smiled and shut the door. Only minutes later I was laying alone in the bed. Starring at the picture of Gaven I had on my side table. Greg opened the door and climbed behind me into bed, turning his back to me. I looked back to Gaven's picture and turned it over, making it face the table. It's for the best. I thought to myself. My heart sank to the pit of my empty, starved stomach that ached with pain of both guilt, and confusion. I closed my eyes and tried to erase the memories of Gaven. I sunk my sharp nails into my thies until I couldn't feel it anymore. I felt Greg get up and leave again, he hadn't sat still for more then a minute since we got home from school. I opened my eyes just in time to see him shutting the door. I jumped up and slid my pants on, I had been sitting in the bed without pants for a long time and I was getting cold.

After that I sat on my bed and put my elbows on my knees and shook my head, being disapointed in myself for doing what I had done. I began to get more angry at myself the longer I sat there, so finally I stood up and kicked my side table until I saw blood splattered on the front part of it where the hard wood had gashed my shin. I sat down and began to cry as Greg entered the room and ran over to me. "What's wrong?" "I didn't want it to be you!" I screamed in rage. "I never wanted you to be the one I gave myself up to! I hate you!" I screamed. Greg's eyes fell to the floor before I could take anything back. He stood up and left me alone in the dark room. I bit my lip in order not to scream in pain and anger. I stormed out of the room, throwing things as I went. Knocking things off their shelves and punching walls. I got into the kitchen and reached into the back cabinet and got some bandages for my leg.

Greg must have been in his room because no one was in sight. I plugged my ears and screamed as loud as I possibly could until I couldn't scream anymore. I tried to whisper to myself but nothing came out. Someone knocked at the door and I went to go open it, it was two of The Watchers. I tried to scream for help but no sound came. They grabbed me and headed off into the woods with me. When we got to their hide out they slid off their hoods and looked at me. "Why would you leave Gaven!" Lucy yelled in an angry voice. "You meant everything to him!" Thomas added in. "He abused me." I managed to make out. I pulled up my sweat pants and showed them the four finger nail scars on the back of my knee. "See? And these are only the scars he left. You should have seen the bruises." Thomas shook his head and covered his eyes and Lucy sighed.

I heard a familiar voice come in behind Lucy and Thomas and then I saw Gaven. I swung my arms every which way and kicked my legs at him. "Madelene please! Listen to me!" I stopped and looked at him, "What..." "I miss you. I love you. I need you!" "I don't miss you. Or need you. Or love you." Tears filled in his eyes and his voice became high pitched, "But Maddie! I love you!" He said, bursting out in tears at the end. "Too bad. You had your chance Gaven. You left bruises and scars on me." "I'm sorry!" He wailed back. "Sorry doesn't cut it." And without anyone else having anything to say I left. I didn't know my way back home. So I followed my instincs.