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I fell to the ground, tears streaming down my cheeks. I looked at Aaron and all I could see was Jack, I let out a sob.

Aaron's expression went from mad, to horrified. "Amy," he said, rushing over. "I'm-"

"Don't touch me..." I said, cold anger rising in my voice. Everything Jack had ever done to me, every punch, every slap, had started with just a push, exactly like what Aaron just did. "I can't believe it; You're just like Jack." I stood up and looked him straight in the eye, just to rub in the tantalizing fumes that were brewing up inside of me. "Just like him."

"Amy, I didn't - I mean, I was just mad and -"

"I don't care. I can't look at you without seeing Jack anymore. It's like... You know what... I'm sorry, I have to go. I stormed out of the yard and took out my cell. I called Kyle, he was supposed to be coming home tonight from his trip, PLEASE, be home!! I thought.

"Hello?"

"Kyle! Please tell me you're home!!" I said, still sobbing.

"We're still in the airport, why? Amy what's wrong?"

"Just meet me at the Black Rabbit," I said and clicked my phone shut.

I heard Aaron calling my name, but I didn't listen. I sprinted as fast as I could - which was pretty damn fast - to the Black Rabbit.

I constantly thank Estaban for close airports. Or something like that. Kyle rushed into the restaurant part of the club 22 minutes and 31 seconds later. Yes, I kept track - What else was there to do except cry?

"Amy?" He shouted, spotting me at a back table. "Are you okay?"

I ran over to him and flung my arms around his neck, sobbing.

"What happened?" he asked, returning my hug.

I explained everything to him between sobs.

"I can't believe he did that..." Kyle said. "He didn't do anything else did he?"

I shook my head, "Well, come on, you can crash at my place for now," he said.

"Thanks Kyle..."


~Meanwhile, At the Carter House~

"Aaron! You're going to break the house if you keep banging things up in there!" Leslie screeched from down the stairs.

"I don't care!" Aaron yelled back. "So shoot me!"

"Aar, what the hell are you doing?!" Nick called from the other side of the door.

"WHY CAN'T YOU PEOPLE JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!?!"

"'Cause you are acting like a fuckin' punk, and you're my little brother!" Nick explained. He cringed as he felt the impact of something lethal crash into the other side of the door.

"Fuck you!" Aaron screamed.

"I would, but the doctor said that once is enough for a day!"

Nick went to open the door, and - big surprise - it was locked.

"Aaron, stop being a baby!!" Nick shouted.

"Shut the fuck up!!!" he yelled through the door.

"Why the hell are you pissed off at me?!" Nick yelled back.

"Because!" Aaron yelled back in reply.

I feel so informed, Nick thought sarcastically.

"Because why?"

The door swung open with a magnificent gust of power. "Because. Amy."

Nick was flabbergasted. "Amy? What the fuck, Aaron? I told you I was sorry about that."

Aaron gave Nick his attempt at a total do-I-look-like-I-care look. "So? She's thinks I'm boring, she probably likes exciting guys like you, she doesn't want me anymore, thanks a lot. She's gone, she's gone, SHE IS G O N E!" Aaron yelled.

Nick shrank back. Aaron's not even making sense, he thought worriedly. What drug is he on?

"She's fuckin' gone!" he repeated, his eyes bulging manically. "She's g-g-gone." He sank to the floor, suddenly overcome with tears. "I screwed up again, kay, Nick? I fuckin' screwed up."

Nick knelt down beside Aaron and put a hand on his shoulder, "What do you mean by you screwed up? Aaron... What did you do?"

Aaron looked up at his brother, fear evident in his eyes. "I shoved her... And-and she fell..."

Nick's eyes narrowed as he stood up, glaring at his brother. "WHAT!?" he screamed at Aaron. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you trying to get arrested or something?"

Aaron's tears increased in acceleration. "I know, I know! I'm really sorry, I -"

"Don't tell me sorry, tell her." Nick interrupted. He was clearly pissed.

"How? She won't talk to me."

"Figure that out yourself," Nick stomped back into his room and slammed the door.


~At Kyle's House~


"Hey mom!" Kyle called when we walked through the door.

"Yeah hun?" a woman called back.

"My friend Amy is gonna stay here for the night, okay? She's having some... Personal problems..." he said.

A pretty brunette woman stepped into the foyer and smiled, "That's fine," she said, holding out a hand. "I'm Mrs. Shepard."

"Amy Sean," I said shaking her hand. "And thank you."

"Don't worry about it dear," she said. "Stay as long as you like."

"Thank you."

~Kyle's Room~

I couldn't help but feel like I was being shuffled around from place to place as Kyle set up a miniature bed by a large spacy window, though it was pretty evident that it was my fault. Whose fault is it that I started dating Jack? Whose fault was it that my mom kicked me out of the house after seeing Aaron leave? Whose fault was it that Aaron's and my relationship was down the drain?

Kyle looked up from where he was fluffing up the pillows. "Amy? You okay?"

Oh yeah, just peachy. Life like this is quite frequent, thank you very much. I nodded absently.

He sat down next to me from where I was sitting on his Spiderman sheet-covered bed. "Liar, liar." He said softly.

I sighed, "I'm just sick of losing things...First I lost my dad, then my mom, my home, and now I'm losing Aaron.."

Kyle put his arm around my shoulders. "Everything'll work out okay. You just have to give Aaron some time to calm down," he gave my shoulders a light squeeze and continued, "But, in all fairness. Saying your bored when a guy is trying to... You know, 'get in the mood', is probably the worst thing to say for his self-esteem. Not to mention his pride..."

"Yeah, I know, but-"

'I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anym-'

Why?! Why did I have to change my ring tone to that song?!

"Hello?" I said, somewhat heatedly.

"Hey, did I call at a bad time?" It was Gina.

I sighed frustratedly. "Yeah, you did. Can I call you back?"

"Sure, later."

"Bye." I pressed and held down the 'End' button so my phone would shut off. "I know, it hurts him, but what else can I do? Fake it? That'd be even worse!"

"Good point," he said.

"I just don't know what to do anymore," I leaned into Kyle and he put his other arm around me and gave me a hug.

"Listen, you should get some sleep." Kyle said after a few minutes.

"I'm not tired." I sniffled.

"Still. You've had a lot going on." I reached for my phone and went to turn it on. "Amy..." he said warningly.

I held down the end button until the phone turned on. "In case theres an emergency with my mom, I'm the one they'll call."

Kyle frowned for a minute, then smiled. "Okay... But don't let me see you dialing anyone." he joked.

"I won't..." I laughed. I laid down on my side and looked out the window facing Kyle's backyard...

~Later~

'I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside'

My eyes opened slowly as I looked over and saw my phone blinking and vibrating as the same familiar song played. Kyle was nowhere in sight, but I saw that I'd been asleep for almost an hour by the looks of the time on Kyle's alarm clock.

"Hello?" I asked the person on the other end of the line with a yawn.

"Amy?" Nick asked. He sounded paniced.

"No, its Barbra Walters." I said sarcastically. Then realizing Nick wasn't laughing, I frowned. "Sorry, Nick, its me. Whats wrong?"

"I don't know, exactly." Nick sighed. "Aaron's acting weird. He told me what happened between you guys..."

"Oh."

"I don't know whats wrong with him, Amy, he doesn't usually act like this, you know him..."

"I'm starting to wonder."

"Amy," Nick said, his tone of voice changing a bit, "He loves you. I can tell. Hes just- I can see it in the way he acts when hes with you. Not just when you're around, I mean, when you two are a couple. I don't exactly know whats wrong with him, but I know its got nothing to do with you."

"'Don't exactly know'?" I quoted. "So you think you know?"

I heard another sigh. "Yeah. I think I know."

"Well what do you think it is?" I sat up now, wanting to hear his answer.

"Well..."

"Nick," I was about ready to march out of Kyle's house and go kick the answer out of him. I knew he was avoiding telling me for a reason: he knew I wouldn't like what he had to say. "Just tell me. Please." I pleaded. Sure, Aaron was reminding me of my psychotic ex-boyfriend right now, but Nick was right. Something is making him act like this, and its not me.