The voices in Michael's head made him do it. Michael loves Luke. But Luke isn't so sure anymore. THIRD BOOK IN THE MUTE SERIES. MUST READ MUTE. AND SPEAK. BEFORE {highest ranking #40 in fanfiction}

{SEQUEL TO MUTE} Michael and Luke Clifford. They were perfect, until little April came along. {#114 in fanfiction}

Michael didn't say much. Luke said nothing at all. Luke and Michael were perfect for each other. Silent. But still perfect. WINNER OF THE 'MUKE' BROMANCE AWARD ALSO AWARDED THE STORY WITH THE MOST VOTES OUT OF ALL OTHER CATAGORIES

"Niall....are you seriously going to audition for the x-factor?!" I asked with excitement "Yes, but I want you to come...I might need your help buddy." He said with puppy dog eyes "Niall I wish I could, and you know I can't, but promise me if you become famous that you won't forget me leprechaun" He had a huge smile on his face then hugged me good bye. "Bye Nialler" I said while a tear slid down my cheek. "Bye Hannie" He said back while getting into his car to leave. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After Niall left my life changed a lot. He was like a brother to me. An now he is in a famous boy band probably changing too. I just hope he'll remember everything we did together back then. The first time we met. The first time we hugged. The first time we had a sleep over. The first time ect. But, especially he will remember me.

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*

Ratliff finally confesses to Rydel about his mom, abusing, him. He thought she took it it well. Then she told him about her mentally abusive brother. What happens next? Read to find out:p