The usual light that the moon gave off had been erased by clouds that had passed in front of the circular object, casting the streets in complete darkness except for the street lights. Rain had been falling for the better part of the evening, leaving puddles in the street, on the sidewalk, and everywhere that water could stay in place in. Most of the people had already gone into their homes to protect themselves from the cold and to keep from getting sick, but there were still a few people who were walking around with their umbrellas open, shielding themselves from the rainfall. It didn't seem that any of the people would stop to sit in the park and let themselves get soaked, but there was one young girl who had done just that. It didn't matter to anyone else what one young girl was doing; it wasn't like they knew the girl, even though they had seen her around quite a bit, but none cared to share their umbrella with her and walk her home.

Several gusts of wind blew by, knocking some umbrellas inside out, and blowing coats around in it, tugging at the material of the jacket, as well as blowing the clouds out of the moon's light. There were now patches of natural light all over the streets and on the lawns of houses that weren't being shielded by other houses on the block.

Approximately two or three blocks from the girl sitting in the park was another girl, with the hood of her coat pulled up over her head, and a hand holding something to her ear as she shivered. Her thin fingers pulled her coat tighter around her as she nodded her head some to herself, heading back towards a street that had no exit but had houses on either side. After passing several houses, the girl turned up a path to one of the houses, whose lights were all out except for two: one in the master bedroom, and one in the living room. She groaned some as she pulled what she had been holding up to her ear away, staring down at the object as she cursed under her breath. The screen of the phone she was holding read Call Ended, which the girl didn't enjoy seeing, apparently.

"This damn phone is useless," she hissed between clenched teeth as she shoved the phone into her pocket, irritation showing in her movements. She pushed the door open quickly, shut and locked it after walking in, and rushed to the house phone, picking it up before she had even stopped beside it. The only thing she hoped, as she punched in seven digits, holding the receiver up to her ear, was that the person she was trying to get a hold of hadn't tried calling her cell phone after they had been disconnected. "Come on, Jonathan, answer your phone," she said, her teeth chattering as she began to pull her jacket off with her free hand.

There was a click, silence, and then, "Brick speaking."

"Jonathan!" the girl exclaimed, glad to hear his voice rather than the robotic one that she was used to getting. "No, I'm not going to call you Brick, I've already discussed this with you," she added since she knew what the boy was going to say. Despite the fact that he hated being called by his first name, which was all that the girl could bring herself to call him, unless he wanted to be called 'kid'. "Kae's not here. She left after she got into a fight with mom and Michael. I couldn't figure out what had happened; she refused to tell me." Her voice was full of desperation as she spoke, and her fingers were shaking with worry. "I tried to find her, but I lost her and can't find her…"

"Calm down, Callie," the boy said in response to her constant chattering for the past minute or so. "You know she's going to be alright; she's never gotten hurt after running away and you know it," he said with a sigh, as he headed for the front door of his house, walking out into the ran, despite not having a jacket or decent shirt. "I know what you're going to say next," he said, taking a deep breath to mimic the girl he was speaking to. "'Jonathan, you have to find Kaelea'," he said, sighing some as he rolled his eyes at the ground, turning towards the park. "I'll find her."

"You know I hate it when you do that," the girl said huffily. "Please, though…I worry so much about her and I want to know that she's okay…Jonathan, you need to bring her home before she does something stupid," she said quietly, her voice shaking as images of what her twin sister could do flashed before her eyes. "And don't say anything dumb to make her refuse to come home."

"You know what, Cal?" he asked, deciding not to wait for her answer. "Go sit your ass down, try to get some sleep, and stop acting like a mother to your sister. I know she has a bad one, but she doesn't need a replacement; she's old enough to take care of herself without her younger sister pestering her." After that, he hung up the phone and stuffed it into the back pocket of his now soaking wet, and considerably darkened, faded blue jeans.

About ten minutes later, the dirty-blonde haired boy had come up to the bench that the girl was sitting on. It wasn't that the park was far away or anything like that, because it wasn't; it was just that the girl continuously changed what bench she sat on now so it was harder to figure out where she would be next. She used to always stay on one bench, but she had changed when the people that sat nearby her started to badger her whenever she cried, she had decided to move around a bit more. It made it easier for her to be alone, but when Brick wanted to find her, it was a pain in the ass.

"Kaelea…" he said as he sat down beside her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder, hoping that she wouldn't freak out too much. The boy stayed silent for a while, trying to read what the girl beside him was thinking, although he had never been too good at it before, and was still bad at it; she was good at hiding her thoughts and emotions, continuously keeping a plain face. "Your sister's worried sick about you...maybe it's time that you head back home so that she'll know you're safe." His voice remained quiet, but not so much so that it was being drowned out by the rain, but it wasn't so loud that she could easily hear him; she had to strain her ears a little to hear him completely.

A silence had settled between the two, something that always seemed to happen in the beginning of all of their conversations that took place in the park. There was something eating away at the raven haired girl, but she always refused to talk and was always making people guess what was wrong with her, not that that was what she had wanted them to do. It was always something that people did when she never spoke, not realizing that the only thing she wanted was for them to leave her alone and let her wallow in her woes, although that would never happen, and she knew well enough about that. Especially with the boy she was with now.

She had fallen in love with him from the moment that she had met him five years ago. Ever since the day that she had moved into the neighborhood that he lived in, they had become fast friends and were rarely seen apart, despite the fact that Brick was four years older than her. Normally people that far apart drifted as the years went by, but as Kaelea and Brick grew, their bond had only grown stronger, especially after the death of the young girl's father. He had been a freshman in high school when it had happened, but when she had come running up to him at the end of school with tears in her eyes, he had known automatically that something had gone wrong, but never would have guessed how wrong.

When Brick's peers had seen the young girl cling to him like she had done, they had started laughing without a thought. It was impossible that she was his younger sister since they looked nothing alike, and because they had seen both of his parents, as well as knew he was an only child in the family.

The only thing that Brick could think to do at that moment, even with all of the laughter that was going on around them, was take her off to figure out what had happened to cause her to cry so much, as well as the reason as to why she was covered in bruises. Her answer for her tears and bruises had shocked him a considerable amount, and he didn't know how he was supposed to react to what had just been said. There had been so much that he had wanted to do to help her, but all that he could think of doing was hold her, and tell her how much he loved her and apologize that everything had gone so wrong with her and her mother after the accident.

"Brick," she had cried, sobbing into his chest as she clung onto his shirt, her whole body wracking with her sobs. "He's dead and it's all my fault! I never meant for him to get hurt while he was coming home…I had never meant for him to die…" She shook her head into his chest, taking deep and calming breaths as she pulled away from him and looked up into his hazel green eyes with her steel gray ones, unsure of what she was supposed to say to his blank expression.

"Kaelea…" he had said to her, and heaved a heavy sigh as he pulled her back up against his chest, running his fingers gently through her hair. "None of this is your fault, no matter who tells you otherwise. Your father was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Don't put all of the blame on yourself because none of this is your fault." His voice was hushed because he was still shocked by all of the news that he had just gotten, but he had promised Kae when they met that he would always be for her, and he wasn't going to break that promise now, especially when she needed him and her sister the most. "What has Callie told you about all of this? Did she tell you that it was your fault also, or was it just your mother?"

"Callie told me the same thing as you…that it wasn't my fault…" she told him quietly as she pulled away from him some, locking her gaze with his. She had dried tears on her cheeks and more were still falling down her cheeks, dripping onto her lips and down her neck, but she ignored the sticky feeling of the tears.

"Then maybe you should listen to her, Kaelea. She's right; none of this is your fault. Your mother's just got a short temper and doesn't know how else to take her anger out except on you."

But that had been three years ago, and this was a completely different situation than before, as Brick had figured out; there was no death, because the girl wasn't in tears or clinging onto him. There was just a blank look on her face and no movement coming from her as she continued to stare at the ground, watching the rain drop slid off of her bare thighs, down to her knees and into the black boots she was always wearing. Since that incident years ago, the young girl had become distant from everyone, excluding her younger twin sister who she still told everything to; she had in fact spoken less to Brick, but was unable to explain her reasoning.

"He hit me again…" she told him, her voice at her normal speaking level unlike how his had been. Her voice made no note jumps and was extremely calm for the situation that had just happened to her, something that still amazed Brick each time he saw her so calm like this. "I know there's nothing new with that…but she joined in this time as well…and I fought back…" It wasn't new for her to fight back, but with how her voice changed from a monotone to one that was filled with some sort of emotion, no matter how small it was, it was apparent that something had gone wrong. "It's just that I was sick and tired of them always bullying me like that, so I hit him in the jaw…but he threw a vase at me and just barely missed…It hit the wall and I was only hit with few shards of glass…"

The first thing that came to the eighteen-year-old boy's head was to hold her like he had done when she was younger, so that was what he decided to do. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap, holding her there as he rested his chin on her shoulder and closed his eyes. "Are you going to be all right?" he asked her as he held her lovingly to him, glad to get no protesting from her about how they were sitting. Her form had started shivering after realizing how cold she was, and to be able to help her warm up once more made him happy to be able to do such a thing. "I can take you to see my dad, you know. To see how deep the glass got and if it's a major injury," he said as he nodded a little and rested his head against the side of hers.

Every time that Kaelea felt his arms wrap around her like that, she always relaxed a considerable amount and calmed down, even if it was hard to tell whether she was or wasn't calm most of the time. "No…I don't want to go to David…" she said quietly as she sighed in content and placed one of her hands on top of his, smiling weakly to herself. "I'm fine…I already took care of the wounds, so I have no reason to go see him." She had a bit of bandaging on her right arm and thigh, but the arm was from a different reason than the vase, but she didn't feel the need to talk about that. "He sees me too often as it is…I don't need to bother him about something as minor as this, Brick."

He nodded a little and moved his head a little and kissed her cheek gently. "Do you want to go back home then?" he asked her as he opened his eyes and looked sideways at her. With a smile at the light blush at that the young raven haired girl was sporting, he moved his hand and took hers into his, lacing fingers with her as he continued to watch her. "Or do you want to come back and stay at the extra bedroom at my house like you normally do? You know you're welcome to come over whenever you want to; mom and dad don't mind when you do. The two of them love you to death."

"I'll go back to your house for the night," she said with a nod as she stood up, still holding onto his hand happily. She smiled weakly as she watched him smile to her, and then let out a small sigh as she squeezed his hand gently. "Let's not tell your father about the vase incident…all right?" she asked as she chewed on the inside of her cheek a little and looked to the ground, only glancing up at him once or twice.

Brick sighed as he stood up and pulled her into a tight hug against his chest, resting his head on top of hers. "Are you afraid he's going to confirm for me that the bandages on your wrist aren't from the vase?" he asked as he pulled away some and looked down into her eyes, which were now brimming with tears. "Kaelea, I already know what you did; there's no need to hide it from me. I've known you long enough to know what you do to yourself. You know you can trust me and tell me that you slit your wrist again…"

The raven haired girl whimpered some and dropped the boy's hand as she gnawed on her lip, several tears falling down her cheeks. "You know that I'm not comfortable saying that…" she told him quietly, her voice shaking a little. "It's just…" she began, but stopped when she felt Brick's hand take a hold of hers and lace fingers with her once again.

"I love you, Kaelea," he told her as he squeezed her hand lovingly and began walking down the street and to his house. "And I'll love you no matter what happens. That's a promise," he said as he glanced to her out of the corner of his eye, smiling some at the look of pure happiness she was sporting.