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week twelve

A/N LAST CHAPTER WAS WILD. THANKS FOR ALL THE COMMENTS I LOVE THEM. VOTE AND COMMENT :) I'D LIKE TO KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK OF LIZZY AND ALSO WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THE WHOLE FAMILY SITUATION THANKS. Xoxo Jo

The sound of the front door opening and closing wakes me from sleeping. Since last Wednesday my nerves have been extremely high. For the first few nights, I couldn't even sleep unless Ashton or Luke were in the room.

I needed stitches to the wound on my forehead and the doctor said it'd leave a scar. Which I wasn't to psyched about. The concussion will last until the end of the month too.

Finally though, Shyla came home and I told her everything. She installed a security system the next day. Since she's been home, she's still not feeling very well from medication she's taking but she does everything she can to make sure I'm okay.

Another decision she did was file a police report. She's handled most of it, the only thing I had to do was give my statement. My parole officer visited me again to see if I was okay. He seemed slightly more compassionate.

Most of my life I would've hated all this sympathy given to me, but from the right people I suppose it's not so bad.

Luke checks up on me at least three times a night, and spends the whole day with me. Carefully taking precaution with his words. If anything, that's the only annoying thing, that he's acting different. He doesn't like talking about his outburst of Kyle, it was quite scary and I think Luke hates himself for it.

Nightmares come often and I only have gone to school once since then. Which I then had a panic attack and Luke had to come get me.

Feeling weak is my least favorite thing. Being dependant on people scares me. I don't want to be left again.

I get up and walk downstairs, noticing it's two in the afternoon on Monday. Today is the first official day of Thanksgiving break.

I find Ashton eating a sandwich in the kitchen, ¨Hey,¨ I say sitting next to him and taking a gulp of his water.

¨Oh please help yourself,¨ he teases ¨did you just wake up?¨

I shrug, ¨Perhaps, where is everyone?¨

¨Luke is talking to some constructor guys about changing something, I don't know. I don't speak that language,¨ he laughs nudging my arm.

¨Ahh, and Shyla?¨

¨She's taking a nap in her room. She doesn't feel good again,¨ his voice quiets growing a little sad.

¨She'll be okay, it's almost Thanksgiving and it'll lift her spirits.¨

¨About that...¨

¨What?¨

¨I don't think she's up for doing Thanksgiving. She actually has an appointment the day before that'll make her really sick. She wanted to surprise you but she bought you a ticket to go home with Luke. She said she didn't want you to spend your first Thanksgiving back taking care of her.¨

¨I don't want you to have to do it alone. Plus I don't want to go back to my parents.¨

¨I'll be okay. It's always been just me and my Mom. I appreciate your help but you've been through hell and you need a break. Anyways, it isn't your mom and dad you'd be going back to. Shyla really wants you to go with Luke for support.¨

¨Why does he need support? It's his family.¨

¨It's not my place to say. All I can say is he'll need you.¨

I look down and blush. I like the idea of Luke needing me instead of how I always need him.

¨You should pack, you're leaving tomorrow.¨