What is up my loyal peeps? How have y'all been? You hate me, I know but I come bearing gifts: a new chapter! Yay! I'd like to thank whoever reviewed saying UPDATE! because I realized I'd been gone from this story for quite a while. And for that I'm sorry.

But enough of the sappy stuff. I know this has been the long-awaited answer to the nasty cliffhanger I left you guys with last chapter.

Thank you to all those who have reviewed and for all of you fr sticking with this story. Enjoy :)

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White. I was surrounded on all sides by white walls. Women in white passed by in a blur as I tried to get my bearings. Babies wailed and women talked away on their cell phones as I spun in circles.

"Mr. Knight? Is there a Mr. Knight here?" A kind young nurse dressed in white appeared before me with a clipboard in her hand.

"Uh yeah. That's me."

She gestured for me to follow her as she began walking down the hall. I passed countless rooms as she led me down a maze of hallways before stopping. She faced me.

"Look, she's been through a lot; several broken ribs, a fractured collarbone and right wrist, not to mention a black eye and bruises all over her body," she said flipping through the pages on her clipboard. "She's been awake for a little over an hour and she hasn't eaten anything. Um, what else?"

"Am I allowed to see her?" Whoever this girl was, I had an urge –like someone was pushing me to proceed into the room—to make sure she was okay.

The nurse nodded and opened the door.

The first thing I noticed was the cleanliness of the room. When you can smell the cleanliness of a room, you know it's ten steps beyond clean.

My breath hitched upon seeing the broken girl lying in the hospital bed. Her face was completely marred by purple and green bruises, yet as I approached her, a simple smile lit up her face, even though it appeared to pain her just to curve up her lips.

A sudden wave of relief washed over me as I kneeled by her side. I ran my fingers through her knotty blond locks and traced the features of her face delicately, trying not to hurt her. All I could think of was how lucky I was that she was okay.

"You-You came," she croaked, reaching a hand out to me. I intertwined our fingers and kissed the back of her hand.

"Of course I came. I came as fast as I could to make sure you were okay."

"You didn't have to do that. I me-"

"Jo, stop arguing and just kiss me." I said with a half smile. Nothing changes with this one.

I leaned over and as I drew closer, I could feel her soft, strangled breaths against my face. Just a bit closer…

Someone barged through the door and as I turned to kick the snot out of him or her, he bellowed, "Godamnit, Jo! How am I going to explain this to my parole officer?"

I woke up screaming. I was sweating and shivering. I looked over at my alarm clock. 2:03 A.M. Shit. Well this was one heck of a way to start my Saturday.

Hey look, there's a break in the line!

I groggily rolled out of bed at a more reasonable hour. I brushed my teeth and poured myself a bowl of cereal in a daze. My mind was spinning, like someone knocked the wind out of me and I was trying to maneuver around normally. My mind kept rerunning that dream as I tried to make some sense of it.

"Hey there, Big Brother." Katie said, making too much noise for my taste as she sat down.

I groaned in response.

"Nice to see you too," she began eating her cereal, totally unaware; like it should be.

"Sorry. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night," I said, rubbing my eyes and massaging my temples.

She looked up from her cereal. "Bad dreams?" I nodded. "Wanna talk about it?"

"I can't even make sense of it all. It's just…It was about a person I really care about, and she was in a lot of pain and I felt completely helpless. And there were these white walls and all I wanted to do was get the hell out of there," I shook my head at the thought.

"Hmm. Sounds like you need some professional help." She smiled.

I nudged her arm playfully. "I'm serious. How can I help someone when I can't do anything?" I buried my head inside my hands.

Katie, who I presumed was finished with her cereal after I heard her drop the bowl into the sink, replied with, "I guess all you can do is show her that you're not going anywhere and you'll support her anyway you can," before announcing she had to work on a science project with Lexi and left me with her lingering words.

I picked myself off the kitchen table and decided the only way to embrace Katie's words was to figure out what exactly I was helping Jo through, which meant I had to violate her privacy and go against my dwindling morals.

I had to read her diary.

Hey, break it up!

As I sat sown to delve into the past few years of Jo's life, I kept scolding myself. Who knows what lies beyond the front cover? For all I know, she could have divulged every single detail of her parent's murder that she planned. Probably not that, but she could be hiding her deepest, darkest secrets in there and who am I to read them?

On the flip side, I'm on the brink of learning of the one thing that has been riving her insane and causing her pain. It's kind of exciting to know that the waiting is over. Maybe I should make some popcorn.

I sighed, hitting my head against the wall as I sat on my bed. Just do it. Do it before you chicken out again.

I gazed at the mahogany, leather-bound book of secrets in my lap and flipped open to the first page and grinned. Written in slightly sloppy handwriting, were the words: Property of Jo Taylor. Don't even think about reading this Drew. I'll kill you.

I decided to start with the beginning and work myself towards the present.

10/21/12

This is officially my first entry into this book. I know it doesn't look like much, but I plan on writing in here a lot. I heard its therapeutic, so why not?

I guess we should start with a basis of what's going on right now with me. Well it's my birthday. Hooray! Finally I'm 15! I can finally have some more freedom. After all, I just started high school this year and I just know it's going to be a good four years.

Camille and I have a few classes together; Western Civilizations, Spanish, and Algebra. I've also made a few new friends, because I mean a girl needs friends, am I right?

Ooooh! And guess what else? I met a boy. He's in my gym class and we got paired up together during some stupid badminton doubles tournament. He's really cute and super sweet. I hit him in the face with my racquet and he didn't even get mad. He even has a tattoo. How badass is that?

His name is Jett Stetson and I just know we're perfect for each other.

Well I'm bushed. Night buddy, thanks for listening.

I just sat there. I couldn't wrap my mind around this optimistic, carefree, freshman Jo. She didn't have a care in the world and it seemed like her biggest problem was whether she had the same lunch as Camille.

It only made my desire to find out what happened to her even stronger. So I kept flipping. I skipped some of the earlier ones, which, after skimming them, only pertained to small problems; finding a date to homecoming, winning the badminton tournament, and of course, winning Jett's heart. I finally came across one that was dated about halfway through the year, which looked promising.

1/18/13

So after a month of dating Jett Stetson, the supposed player of the school, I'm freaking head over heals. He's the perfect gentleman; he pulls my chair out for me, opens the door for me, showers me with compliments, and just proves to be the sweetest person I know.

He took me on a date yesterday to the movies. We saw some Terminator-meets-King-Kong type movie with Tom Cruise, who is just super yummy. The weirdest thing happened though.

So there I was, getting my popcorn (a girl's gotta eat) and soda, when some random dude asks me for directions to theatre 2 or 3 or something. That's not important. I pointed to the right and he gladly thanked me.

Ready for the weird part? As the guy was leaving, Jett came up to me. Now he was supposed to be reserving our seats in the theatre, but there he was, walking up to me. He asked me who I was talking to and I just told him that the guy was just asking for directions. He didn't believe me.

Like WTF? He pretty much was like 'why are you lying to my face?' And here's where it gets more bizarre. As I tried to walk away, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me back to face him. I was scared shitless.

I tried to laugh it off, because he did apologize and buy me a new bag of popcorn, but it just rubs me the wrong way. I never knew he got jealous that easily.

But he just kept apologizing and saying how stupid he was and that he'd do anything to make it up to him. I almost feel guilty for thinking badly about him. He just got jealous, right? Everyone gets like that.

In other news (actually I lied, this is related to what I was just talking about), when he drive me home that night, he…wait for it…HE KISSED ME! HOLY SHIT HE PLANTED A BIG ONE ON MY LIPS AND IT WAS SPECTACULAR!

That is all. Good night dear buddy of mine who listens to all my problems.

Great, now I have to read all about her love life with a jealous boyfriend. Wonderful. Damn, Jett sounds like a douche for going off on her about that guy. Who does that?

I sighed. She still seemed okay, which meant I had to read even more about her impending make-out sessions with this jerk.

This is not what I signed up for.

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Well there it is. Not quite a cliffhanger but you know how it is. Stay tuned to see Kendall continue to dive deeper into Jo's mysterious past. As always, review; let me know what you're thinking about as read this and your reactions. They crack me up :) You guys rock.

Love y'all,

Annabeth