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Ok…. Maybe I like the bold font…. Just kidding :P but read it.

A/N: Hello faithful readers! I suck, I know. I need to update more often, I'm sorry! Truly, I am. Lately I have been overwhelmed by the end of the school year. I was also very sick for a while which was awful. Stay healthy, trust me! Anyways, now that the school year and finals are over, I have more time to do things I love like write fan fiction. Also, I got this AWESOME anonymous review which informed my of my comma habit (thank you) and was so sweet and nice, it made me want to write this. My sincerest gratitude anonymous reviewer.

Chapter Nine

"Hi," I smiled to the receptionist, "I'm here to see Detective Coin."

"You must be Georgia, he's expecting you. Go on back."

"Thanks," I whispered opening the door and making my way back through the familiar hallway.

"Georgia," he shook my hand again and gestured at the seat across from his desk. "I'm glad you came. We have some information from the…er…incident."

"What kind of information?"

"We can't give you a lot of information at this time. The person who released information wanted confidentiality. I called you, Georgia, because I think you will be interested to know that we have the story from another point of view. What I'm curious to know, is why they don't match up."

I was stunned. My palms started to sweat, and I felt my stomach drop. They don't match up? I didn't lie, but I was unconscious. What if I was wrong? Am I going to jail?

"Georgia?"

"Uh…er… I don't know. I told you the truth. You believe me don't you?"

He leaned back in his chair and stared at me. "That, my dear, is what I'm trying to decide."

Fresh air. It's like the ultimate medicine, if you're sick, I promise you you'll feel better if you just step outside.

I bolted out the front door with a sudden adrenaline rush. My shoes in hand so I could run. That's what I did. I ran. I have no idea how long, or how far, but I found myself at the hospital. I had the urge to leave, and I almost did once or twice, but soon enough I was asking the receptionist where my mom was.

"Mom?" The door opened quietly and I stepped through. She looked so small, like a little kid. Asleep or unconscious in her bed. "Mom?"

She was covered in bandages. Her hair was matted to the pillow, this woman looked nothing like the mother I knew. I'd never seen a face so pale, so lifeless on a body that was still working. Still breathing, with a heart beating, the whole bal of wax.

"Mom," I cried, alligator tears rolled from my chin to the floor. My small hands were trembling. "You need to wake up, Mom." I sniffled, "please." A wave of nausea rushed over me. I bolted for the second time in a matter of minutes. I couldn't see her like that. Tiny, broken, and helpless. That woman wasn't my mother, she couldn't be. But she was.

The worst part was I couldn't do anything. I couldn't change anything. Not one thing. This was his fault. His doing. I couldn't control that no matter how much I wish I could. This all traced back to one person. One egotistical asshole by the name of David.

When I got home, I climbed the stairs to my room, shut off the lights and buried myself beneath the covers.

My life was breaking down, falling apart. I needed to find a family for the baby. Robbie had been sweet but there was no way we could keep the baby. Besides, babies are expensive. Even having one is expensive. Shit. How am I supposed to pay for doctors appointments? My parents, no doubt would offer, but mom already has medical bills up to her eyeballs.

I decided not to worry. Instead, I curled my legs to my chest, and pushed all thoughts to the back of my mind.

Sleep came almost instantly.

I woke to a constant sound, it was as if bees were swarming my room. An overwhelming buzzing sound. It was persistent and annoying as hell. My phone, of course. I looked at the screen, illuminating my face in the darkness, then I held the big red key until it faded to black.

I spent the remainder of the day watching old movies and eating goldfish.

Anything to avoid the real world for just a while longer.