Hi, IT'S THE LAST CHAPTER! And, I got thirty-seven reviews. I am so happy I could die! I also wanted to address a few things and people:

Jaraloverr: I am sorry for you UK people, I don't know why they like to torture you, but I am sorry.

Iluvhoa123: totally agree

SkittyMeow: I love it when Mick is a jerk in stories to! I think it's because we like to have a romance enemy and a real enemy and Mick is very easy to turn into the enemy of your fave pairing. I know that the summary is sloppy but I just didn't want to be one of those people who say: I stink at summaries. Because I always yell at my friends for wallowing in a pit of self-loathing.

Moose199: I am sorry if Mick and Arthur confuse you, but no they are not related just have a common goal; hurt Jerome, and I knew I had silent readers, that's why I made such a big deal about the fact that anyone could review.

Stuckbeingrachel: I know it was mean but I had a bad day and I was taking out my anger on you, I apologize.

I also tried to edit my last chapter to say this in my authors note, but it wouldn't let me. I sounded kind of rhymes with witchy in my last AN and I apologize, I meant it jokingly and I didn't realize the way it came off.

Ok that's it except for my last disclaimer: I love HOA and that's why I write Fanfiction, but I don't own this show. I would love too though, I have about five dollars, if you're interested in selling, Studio 100, pm me!

I was pushed up against the wall, Arthur tried to punch me but, Mick came up behind him and got him in a headlock, he screamed,

"You said you weren't going to kill her! You said you were just gonna bruise her up a little when Jerome came!" Arthur didn't reply immediately, he stepped on Mick's foot and twisted around, literally sweeping him off his feet and throwing him to the floor.

"You are a gutless fool of a boy. Almost as gutless as Jerome!"

"Gutless, Jerome? He has ten times the spine that you have, and a hundred times the style!" He looked almost amused at my accusations. But perhaps that's natural, because he still had me pinned against the wall, blood seeping through my shirt.

"She's right you know, but it's not that hard to have more style than you." Arthur spun around, releasing me to face the dirty blonde teenager behind him.

"I was wondering when you would show up, you worthless piece of shit." Jerome smirked,

"Like I give a damn what you think anymore." The fight began here, Jerome punching and kicking with great precision: he would allow Arthur a wild swing, then Jerome would zoom in with a swift punch or kick, then zoom away. It was a good tactic, eventually Arthur would tire. But it wasn't quick enough, I could feel the blood oozing down my back and let's face it, I was so sick of being Bella Swan. I got up and jumped on Arthur's back; wrapping my arms around his neck tightly, effectively choking him, Jerome made use of the distraction and picked up a rock, he paused and then banged it on the top of his head. Jerome caught me as Arthur collapsed,

"Trust me, he's not dead, but I don't think he'll remember his own name when he wakes up." I nodded, Jerome pulled out a cell phone; he called the police, then scooped me up and carried me "bridal" style and ran to the house. I confess I fell asleep on the way, when I woke up I was lying in my bed on my stomach, the back of my shirt pulled up, Jerome washing my wounds with wet bandages. He smiled sweetly down at me.

"What you did was really brave Mara." He continued cleaning.

"I was just so sick of being Lois Lane, or worse, Bella Swan, I wanted to help, there wasn't any bravery involved." I croaked, apparently I had lost my voice too.

"I don't think that's true, but either way you are definitely not Lois Lane, you saved your own life, maybe you're Scarlett O'Hara." He smiled slyly.

" I would be offended, but really I'm just surprised that you know who that is-ouch! That hurt!"'

"It's good for you, so frankly my dear, I don't give a damn." I glowered at him, he kissed my cheek and I was slightly mollified.

"Alright, think you can turn and sit up? I need to bandage this." I did as I was told, though slowly. He took out a long bandage and rapped it around my stomach. Every time his fingers brushed my stomach shivers racked my body. He was done soon enough.

"Did you mean it? I was worth it?" His blue eyes pierced my brown ones. I rolled my eyes in disbelief. "Well duh!"

He grabbed my face roughly and pulled it so close to his that I think his eyelashes touched my cheek,

"I love you." He whispered huskily, and then he kissed me passionately. I was in heaven, he loved me, HE LOVED ME! Is this what he felt when I told him I loved him? No wonder he couldn't pay attention to the trial! When we broke apart I asked,

"What about Arthur?" He looked at me.

"We'll figure it out, after all," His voice became more dramatic and high pitched "tomorrow, is another day!" I glowered at him, "shut up." I growled and pulled him close again.

OMG it's the end, what am I going to do now? Oi. I suppose I will have to start a new one. This is weird, this was my first multi-chap and now it's over. I suppose I have to tell you guys where Arthur Baur is from, it's a book called Tangerine that is amazing and you should all read it! Because it is amazing.

Ok, also I would like to clarify something, I have a few things against twilight but I don't hate it, and I don't hate people who read it either, but I just needed an insipid character to compare Mara too and even you twihards have to admit, Bella doesn't do much.

Another thing, I talk about Gone With The Wind a lot in this chapter, I am aware it's a pretty American movie (and book), but I think it's famous enough that people in England will have at least heard of it and the ending.