Hey there! Look, I know I haven't updated in a while. I didn't update last weekend, and that was my mistake. So sorry!

I'll try to get more than one chapter up this weekend because I don't have school today or Monday. So hopefully more updates..

So, from the last chapter I asked whether Faye was overreacting or she was right to be angry.  In my own opinion, I think that Faye has every right to be angry. I'm not just saying that because she's my character.

Think about it: Your spouse and friend are hiding something from you. Everyone knows but you and they won't tell you because they're afraid you would ruin it. Wouldn't that piss you off, as well as make you feel hurt?

I would be, but I respect your opinions! Thanks for the honesty! (Faye pissed me off a little to, in all honesty..)

Enjoy!

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I shuffle the papers for the tenth time and drop the pile down on the desk and rub my face, pushing down the urge to cry. I've spent the last three weeks doing nothing but research and looking through Lucy's parents papers and books. So far, I've barely found anything useful and I feel that I'm coming to a dead end.

In the three weeks, I've spent my time avoiding Jackson, Lucy, Quince, and Amanda. I wake up at very early hours and start to work, just so I don't have to arrive at Lucy's old house with them and then I spend the day avoiding them by making sure I'm not in the same room they are.

They've made no attempts to talk to me, which I understand. Whether or not I overreacted, I honestly couldn't give two shits. I'm still pissed off, and yet I know they won't apologize. I admit, I'm the one who needs to apologize but I'm not ready to yet. I'm still to angry to apologize for the little scene in the restaurant.

I glance over at the clock, and grit my teeth at the numbers. It's one thirty in the morning, and I arrived at exactly five twenty yesterday morning, which means I've nearly been here twenty four hours. Sighing, I get up from the desk and make my way to the living room. I'll just stay here the night and go to the hotel tomorrow after the others arrived and shower. Then I'll come back later.

I fall onto the couch and close my eyes, not bothering to get a pillow and blanket. The couch is like heaven compared to the char I've been sitting in all day. The minute my head hits the pillow, I'm out like a light.

Sunlight shines in my eyes, making me squint and shade my face with my hand. I look around, and I realize with a sharp stab of dread that I am in a battle field again. An earsplitting screech sounds from above me, making my gaze snap towards the source. A large dragon was flying through the air, stumbling, while its jaws snapped at something on it's tail. It's rider was attempting to get the dragon to keep itself from crashing, but the dragon was to distracted. Just as it clamps its huge jaws around the figure on it's tail it crashes to the ground and grows still.

A scream rises in my throat, but it doesn't exit. I stagger back, eyes wide at the scene before me and cover my mouth. "Faye!"

I whip around and see Quince leaning over someone's body, sobbing hysterically. "No!"

"Quince..?" I rush towards her and lean down. I saw the body, and realized with even more dread who it was. "L-Lucy..?"

Quince stopped sobbing for a moment and looked up at me with an expression I've never seen on her face before: Hate, anger, resentment. "You.."

"W-what?" I felt a stab of guilt, and I don't know what for. What did I do? I saw her slowly stand and loom over me. I fall back on my butt and stare up at her. "Quince-"

"This is your fault!" she screamed down at me, clenching her fists. "YOURS!"

"M-mine?" I croaked, tears trailing down my cheeks. "B-but.."

"You killed her!" Quince snarled, pointing a blood-stained finger at me. "You caused this war! You deserve to die!"

"I d-didn't.." I whisper, my eyes widening in fear. "I would never.."

"Kill her!" Quince screamed. A large, roaring dragon flies down at me and clamps his jaws around my throat-

"Faye!" I jolt awake, my eyes burning like fire. I was covered in sweat, and my throat was extremely dry. Someone was above me, causing me to lash out with my hands to protect myself.

"Faye, it's me!" they said quickly, their hands meeting mine to stop my lashes. I stop and look up at the person, to see it's Lucy. She raised her eyebrows and slowly herds my hands back down to my lap. "Easy."

I sit up, causing something to flutter down my shoulders. I rub my head and look down at the object, which was a blanket. I give it a confused look, glancing up at Lucy. 

"Jackson put it over you," Lucy told me, referring to the blanket with a nod. "You were shivering.."

"Jackson?" I repeat in a mutter. I rub my head again, trying to soothe the pounding that was occurring inside of it. "W-what time is it?" I yawn.

"It's two in the afternoon," she replied with a frown, tilting her chin down. "We got here at around nine and found you asleep. Jackson decided we shouldn't wake you-"

"Two?" I interrupt, running my hands through my hair. "Shit. I should probably get back to work-"

"No you shouldn't," Lucy said, pushing me away slightly, but not harshly. "You need to go to the hotel and relax."

"No, I have to-" I start to walk towards the office, but she blocked my path again. 

"Faye, you can't keep hiding under all this forever," she told me, gesturing around the room. "I know you. You avoid the situation rather than try to work it out, which you've been doing for the last three weeks."

"I'm still trying to figure out how to apologize." I didn't look at her, but instead walked around her and continued walking.

"In other words," she said, blocking my path yet again, "you're apologizing now."

I mustered a glare and shot it at her. "I'm still pissed. I'm not apologizing now, I'm trying to figure out how to apologize later." I brush past her but she grabs my arm.

"Lucy-" She cuts me off.

"Listen, I know it's hard for you to be kept in the dark." Lucy wouldn't release my arm. "But..we love you, Faye..and you're going to have to trust us.."

I felt bile in my mouth and I turned around. "I'm gonna go back to the hotel." Without waiting for a reply, I rush out of the house.

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-Grace xx