Hey my naughty noodles. I'm sorry for not updating as much. I started school a few weeks ago and I just needed some time to chillax!! Also I'm sorry for not updating EoTpt2, I owe u guys a lot so here is a sneek peek of the next chapter....
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*Emily Flashback. A month before Chris died*

"But Mom! I want to look nice for the family picture! Please can I wear some of your makeup! PLEASE!!!" I whined. "No Emily. I don't need Jack hitting on you when you look like a 25 year old." My mom said in defense. The real reason was because she didn't trust me with her makeup. "I'm 213! I'm old enough! And Jack is not going to hit on me. He's got Tosh to do that for him." I shouted back at her. My father walked in with Chris in his arms. My dad was gone alot so I never got to see him, thus having a rock relationship with him.

"Emily. Stop screaming at your mother. She's telling you these things because she-" My mom glares at my dad. " we love you." I saw Chris cover his ears, knowing we would start shouting.

"No you don't. You don't even care about us anyways." I said to him and ran off to my room.

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Chris ran after me to my room. I shut the door and locked it. "Emiwey. (pronounced Em-eh-wey) Can you pwease come out? Momma and Dadda are starting to fight." I heard him say outside my door.

I walked to my door and opened it to see Chris starting to tear up. I grabbed him and put his face in my chest, and combed his blonde hair with my fingers. "Everything's going to be alright Chris. It's okay. Mom and Dad aren't going to split up. Even though Daddy is gone alot, doesn't mean they are not in love anymore okay." I told him. I picked him up and put him on my bed. He sniffled and I wiped his tears away.

"I'm going to tell you a story about a little girl, and her problems with her mom and dad okay?" I told him.

He nodded. And I started to tell my story.

(This is actually a song called 'His Daughter' by Molly Kate Kestner. SO play it and listen along.)

" 'Everything's gonna be alright' she whispers to herself.She was only 6 years old the night, when she hid behind that shelf. Daddy had a little too much to drink and momma didn't want her to feel the pain she felt. But she still felt that pain. Well ten years came and went. And Dad was gone. She looked for love in other men, but she tried to head strong. Ohh broken hearts and scars in only places she could see. She just wanted to feel something! And as she sat there on her bed, thinking about what those girls said, tears streamed form her eyes and she cried. 'If there's a God out there hear please, hear my prayer. I'm lost and I'm scared and I've got no where else to go. I've come a long long way, but I'm not sure I can make it much farther. So if your listening. Could you lend a helping hand to your daughter?' " I told him and he looked at my arms and saw all those old cut marks that were slowly healing. I was almost a year clean.

" Are you done with the stowy?" Chris asked me. "Yes. I'm done with the story. But you little monster, need to get ready for the pictures!" I said as I was starting to tickle him. He laughed and laughed. That was my favorite sound to hear in the whole universe.

Then a month later, the accident happened.