I never exactly understood the conception  behind bullying.

A person habitually seeking out to torment another for their sick entertainment, I suppose really there are Boys and girls that are 'weaker', far less susceptible to respect. Not even a person in the abusers mind. I knew that much for certain, tightly holding a blue lunch tray of food, heart rate spiking upon the sight to the main source of my intimidators.

" Is.. everything okay? M- Ellie. You're shaking. What is.. the matter? Something wrong?." Aidan's voice is muffled, sounding far and distant. I could identify the intense restricting effect of my throat closing down to my stomach churning uncomfortably.

'They are all laughing at me. Look at them. Just.. staring. You shouldn't be in here. Just go.' I can't take this.

Discarding the hotdog, down in one of those too many gross smelling garbage cans, I hear Aidan copying. He follows suit, quick to catch up and follow my walking speed.

" I'm sorry. I just... couldn't be in there much longer. I pushed myself and.." I felt so helpless, wanting to slap myself out of this moment of weakness. " they were laughing, I heard them. Or at least... I.. I.." I made a promise to not let this happen, again. It did and that is what frustrates me in my mind, soul. Just when I am thinking progress is being made. Once recognising that I had started to hold in tears, I wipe at my eyes aggressively.

Aidan brought my body towards his, holding on tight I could feel my heart thumping out of its place. He felt familiar, a welcoming and compelling presence I couldn't possibly begin to explain.

" You are okay, el's. Safe, just listen to my heart. There is nothing out there, that could ever bring you harm. not while I am here. And dad." I don't think I was suppose to have heard his last few words, which turn in a whisper.

'And dad? Why is he mentioning his father?' I don't push for an answer, instead he continues his hug. My neck is straining from his huge size, which is completely taller than mine.

" I know a restaurant on Hollywood Boulevard which makes these delicious burgers, mom says dad brought her over a dozen of 'em for her cravings. Probably why I have a deep love for those greasy suckers. Thanks, Mom." Aidan spoke, fondly smiling as he remembers, then he unbolts the school doors. " but if I am being generous dad is particularly to blame 'cause he bought them for her. He loves my mom, even before he knew he was in love with her."

'That is the kind of love I would cherish.' I put a hand on Aidan's arm. " your mother and dad are good people. I take that information from how their son just hugs a sad, strange girl he just met. You tell them I would like to meet the woman who made a kind son." I chuckle warily; not sure if I should have said that.

He simply grins, there is a glint in his eyes which flickers away. " Now let's go to the burger place. I could seriously use a saturated in fat cheeseburger and fries."

He laughs at my drool, similar to Homer Simpson overreaction of food. but how could you not be enticed by the creation, which is heart attack inducing." Let's go."

Turns out the restaurant in question was quite the trip out in town. I never thought skipping school would be a tolerant solution, I'm not a miss goodie two-shoes girl. I just wanted to maintain a good, positive, role-model mindset for Trixie. I chew on what last bite of my burger, swallowing the contents down, then clean off oily residue left on my finger. " So, you are telling me you have a twin sister, Amelia. And, She doesn't know you're here? Why wouldn't you say where you are, now? Is there a reason? I bet anything she is worried her brother is not around." I know if trixie goes missing I would be panicking. I would go to the ends of the earth to find her. 'I'm serious.'

He in response moves one shoulder up, in a half-cocked manner as to say 'i don't know.'

" She is use to my impetuous disappearances. Though, Mom loves to scold me every time I do it. In her words Aidan Mor-morgenstein you need to stop using that talent of yours so idly. You are going to send your mother in to early cardiac arrest. 'Melia, I swear, gets her melodramatic responses as a trait from mom."

I chuckle, amused, as Aidan imitates his mother's own mannerisms impertinently using a finger in a letter Z motion. He grins, though accomplishing a mission. I notice how far we walked, noticing a crowd of bystanders on the foot path, yellow Florescent caution tape used for crime scenes. Fire brigades, ambulance and police were on scene a typical response for a case.

'That could mean..' I say 'pardon me' repeatedly, moving around on-lookers, I get strange looks but I don't pay much mind to it. 'Mom. Lucifer.' An overturned grey Sedan, leaking gas on the road, and a gurney suggests a car chase gone haywire; wrong. I would know from the copious court files I have accidentally read on mom's desk during her work hours.

" Mom. Mom!" I wave a hand, which in a second brings her aggrieved stare off of Lucifer for a quick glance. just in a second she blinks, confused on why I wasn't currently inside a classroom. " Betty, baby. Why.. are you out of school? Who is this young man you're with?" I hear camera lens shuttering, paparazzo's and news vans all rushing to get the exclusive first insight of a crash. How inhumane of them. I don't understand where it was made okay for them to capitalise on destruction. Death. Aidan lifts the plastic tape, above my head.

Who says chivalry is dead. " You know what, doesn't really matter, right now. This is an active crime scene and nothing I don't want you, or your new friend here, to see." It's nothing new but I guess she is concerned with my mental health. Ironic how I could withstand dead bodies, crime ridden situations involving car crashes exact to this.

But come bullies I turn face, and run away from the fight. Not excluding how I was shot point blank right in my shoulder. " I'm sorry for bringing her out of school, Na- um ma'am, that was the fault of my own. It won't happen again." Nice save. 'He does a have this unusual habit of correcting himself. Say one word meaning another, I wonder what is the cause of it. Leaves the mind to wonder.' Lucifer eyes form in a slanted shape, mirroring a narrow.

" Betty, darling. It's so very lovely to have you here. If you wanted to see me, you could have called and I would've come at your beckon. I don't see the use of using this young Chap as an absolve." He circles Aidan, for a little longer than five seconds, coming to take stance beside me.

Mom doesn't quite take notice of him grab a hold of my hand. Every electric sparkle I feel the last returning strong.

" say what's your name, that I don't wish to care or know, have we met? I have the dreaded sense of Deja Vu just staring at you. It's not all the time I feel that way. What are you doing with Betty? I'm all for breaking, and bending, the rules human have unfortunately given off-springs. I just rather be the one who makes her break those, sorry detective. Not sorry."

Lucifer maunders on, rambling, his hand muscle twitching in my grasp. I'm not a prude but being this close, holding his hand, I couldn't help feel embarrassed; self-conscious. Aidan shifts his weight. " N-No. we have not met, S-Sir. I felt Ellie needed a day away, from school. This was a one time thing that I take full credit and responsibility for."

I thank Aidan, for not mentioning my nervous breakdown, internally.

I follow a handcuffed gangly, dirty-blonde hair male who's escorted in a police cruiser, using my eyes. " Excuse me, while I get the help of our friendly neighbourhood killer Paparazzo. You just wait your pretty little head here, Betty darling." My hand became heavy with Lucifer letting it fall to my side.

I watch as he saunters to the exact same cruiser and mom follows asking what exactly he was doing.

Watching as Lucifer haul him out of the holding section, I feel a light and mild tug on my jeans. Looking down, I made the tiniest of gasps upon the notice a girl— age six probably oldest seven— is smiling up at me. the most distinguished body feature are her eyes, deep turn; set and onyx brown.

" Mommy! I knew I would find you, and Ad-ian. You found Mommy, Aid! Aid! I so happy! Now you can come home. Amy, and Rora, will be the most happiest to see you. Mommy! I told you, aid-aid!"

My first thought is shock, from her calling me 'Mommy' repeatedly.

'I would know if I had children. I cannot imagine her actual mom would react hearing and reacting to her child yelling Mommy to a teenage girl. But she is young.'

Aidan, coming out of his first initial shock, laughs; apprehensive clear as it could be. Hiding his true emotions.

Which I don't know what he could be hiding.

I release an 'oh' the young girl giggles, melodiously, clinging on to me. It's the sweetest sound I've heard. " Up! Mommy! I wove when you car..ry me. Pwease."

'How could I say no to that. I'm not a monster.' I kneel down, not needing to do much, as she springs off the road and throws her arms over my neck. For a girl her age, the strength she's got is incredible.

Naturally popping out my hip, I grace my eyes over her face taking in her beauty. It's angelic even. The colour of hair is identical to my own blonde hair when I was her age. I look to Aidan, questions sweltering in my mind.

Who is he? And why did have that reaction to her?

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JASMINE SPEAKS:

Sorry for the short, delayed chapter. As I've stated previously there will be longer ones as this story of mine progresses, it's just the matter that of finding the correct balance and scene to make it work.

That is something I have trouble with and finding when it comes to series instead of movies.

Anyway. what do you think, or have theories for, about Aidan? The little girl Anastasia ?

How do you think they arrived in the current reality where Ellie does not know she is their Mother.

Tell me in the comments.