*/ I hope you like it! It's quite long so i guess it makes up for the fact that i haven't updated in about a week...i also got quite carried away writing it, i have a pretty good idea about how the plot is going to go now! It's changed a zillion times, but i think i've found something interesting to go down the road of. So! This is quite an important chapter, the necklace thing is solved...so read!:D */

I walked out of the classroom and down the corridor, still feeling eyes on my back as I walked. The feeling subdued when I turned into the car park and climbed into my car, at which point I let out a heavy sigh. I pulled out the fragile piece of gold from my pocket and swung the locket in the air, watching as the striking green stone reflected any light that dare hit it. It was breathtaking, just like her.

"Jesus," I muttered, "Some shit is going down."

As soon as I spoke aloud, I knew that I was right. Something really was going on. I mean, at first I had my suspicions, but now? Now, they were almost definite. I clasped the locket around my own neck and started the car, speeding out of the school grounds just as Mr Hinchcliffe left the building.

At first I was going to go home to get changed for where I was going, but after what just happened I couldn't wait long enough. I drove past my house and past Jess' street, and through all the suburban streets that followed. I knew the way through the intricate streets so well...after all, it had been almost 2 years since I started coming here. And at first, I was here every night after school or sometimes, I even ditched and spent the day here.

I neon sign in the distance on my left hand side caught my attention, and I slowed my driving to look more closely. 'Cigarettes, Tobacco, Alcohol. 24/7!' it read and, without thinking much about it, I pulled into the parking lot of the store it advertised.

I browsed the shelves, and soon found the bottle of Vodka that I was looking for. Not forgetting the bottle of orange juice to go with it...naturally. I approached the counter and laid my things on the desk, waiting for the cashier to read out my total. I raised my eyebrow at him, earning a look of disapproval. Tough shit, I don't care, just do your job and stop raising your eyebrows at me; I thought as he carried on staring. Gosh, some people!

"What?" I asked; agitation sprinkled heavily throughout my tone.

"ID." Was simply all the cashier said, a smug look appearing on his face.

Shit! In the rush to get there and all the other things I had on my mind, I totally forgot that I was under-age for buying alcohol. I frowned at the man and pretended to check my pockets.

"I'm so sorry; I think I left it at work." I sighed at him in an upset way, purposely trying to fool him into letting my buy it. I even wore my puppy dog look, but that didn't seem to work either.

"You need ID to purchase this...ma'am." Okay, so now he was trying to piss me off, he can't have been much older than me! Idiot, he should know how people our age feel when they can't get served. Gah! Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, I guess.

I carried on talking to him but this time instead of agitation sprinkled through my voice, It was lust. Been flirtatious could help you in any situation, as I'd previously found out.

"Well...I don't have my ID," I said, leaning over the counter. "which is a shame, because you look just my type. Do I need ID for that, too?"

The look on the young boys face was priceless, and he attempted to look cool by sweeping his hair back from his acne-covered face...it so wasn't working. I suppressed a laugh and made it into what I hoped was an alluring smile. And hey, it must have been, because he took the bottles and let me pay for them. Not after knocking an extra couple of dollars off of the price, though! See, a bit of flirting never did anyone any harm.

I left the store and put the bag with the bottles in on the passenger seat, then I sped off to my destination. It wasn't far from here now, because I began to recognise the certain landmarks that helped me remember the route when I first started coming here: the church, the run down trailer park and the abandoned house that still went without an owner.

I finally reached my destination, so I grabbed the plastic bag and got out of the car. I walked through the familiar, repetitive grounds and let my eyes skin each and every stone, each and every flower...everyone of them had a different, tragic story behind them. It really wasn't pleasant at all.

I came to a halt and swivelled around; dipping my head so I could see what was in front of me. I fell to the ground and crossed my legs, before reading the inscription on the bright, white marble stone.

"Anna Wilson, 1972-2007.

Beloved mother, Sister and Wife.

Forever missed, forever in our hearts."

I hated the inscription with a violent passion. How dare he write beloved wife, after he was the one that practically killed her?! I don't give a shit if they need evidence to prove it; I knew in my heart that it was his fault. John caused everything that went wrong in our family, and when my mum was found shot it was definitely no coincidence.

I felt the anger inside me rising and I knew it would end badly if I didn't do something to calm myself down. I pulled out the bottle from my bag and began mindlessly drinking, sitting and talking to my mum as I did so.

After a while, I noticed that the wind had picked up around me and it had started to get dark...but I didn't care; the alcohol in my system was keeping me warm for now. I kept drinking and talking, until I remembered the locket around my neck. I pulled it off, not caring to bother with the intricacy of the clasp; and laid it on a small patch of mud under the gravestone.

"I believe this is yours, mum." I whispered, my voice slurred. I carried on nevertheless.

"I don't know what's going on right now, but I know you do. Please help me, I'm so confused. Why my gorgeous new teacher had your necklace on I don't know." Wow, I must really be drunk. Gorgeous? In my dreams. Well, not literally or course...honest.

"I, I don't understand!" I started crying, not been able to hold it in any longer. It was full, belly sobs that caused me to hold my stomach in pain.

"I thought I didn't care about not knowing, because I know that Mr Hinchcliffe will tell me when it matters; but I do! I do, and I can't stand not knowing because it involves you! I love you so much; I just want you back so things wouldn't be so confusing! We could be back living in England, just me, you and Dames. And, and we could still be happy. I want you back! Why did you leave me!"

By the end of my speech I was shouting into thin air, my shouts sounding like agonised screams. My vision was blurred now, not only from my tears but also from the drinking. I wrapped my arms around myself trying to shield my body from the strong wind; there was no more Vodka to keep me warm. Feeling that I had said enough, I tried to life myself up from the ground but failed miserably and fell back onto the ground. I cursed outwardly and tried again...but I just felt dizzy and tumbled over.

The dizziness increased and if felt like I was been lifted up from the ground. Wow, I must really have had a lot to drink. I tried to push up from the ground again so I could go sleep off the alcohol in my car, but when I pushed my hands down the ground wasn't there. I gasped and tried to move, but I couldn't. As I looked around me I noticed I was moving; I instantly paniced and flailed my arms and legs wildly.

"Woah! Stop it, calm down...it's only me. You looked like you were having some trouble back there."

"Mr Hinchcliffe, what the actual fuck are you doing at my mothers grave?" I attempted to say, but due to the insane amount of alcohol I had consumed, it didn't even sound like I was speaking English. Hell, it didn't even sound like I was talking; just making random noises. Yeah, sure that's what I was doing. Fuck.

"Jasmine," He voice sounded again, and I felt his chest vibrate slightly as I heard the anger in his voice. It was then that I realised I was leaning my head against his chest, my legs and back been supported by his muscular arms.

He carried on talking as I kept my head on his chest, not really having the strength to move now that I knew I wasn't in danger.

"Jasmine, why the fuck did you do this to yourself?"

My mouth fell open in shock, he never swears! Boy must he be angry.

"Miss...mum." I managed to choke out, ignoring the stinging in the back of my throat from the shouting and the alcohol. I was sure that he could make out what I said this time, because it took me a minute to compose myself before I even tried to reply.

I looked up at his face to see if his expression would give anything away, but what I saw I couldn't quite put my finger on. There was an emotion there, sure, but it was one I'd never seen before. I kept looking up at him in a hope to figure something out, but nothing came to me. He glanced down and looked at me with a blank face, but his lips turned slowly into a smirk when he realised that I was looking at him and blushing due to his gaze.

"Sup Jasmine? I didn't know alcohol caused people to stare at each other."

"Shut u-" I went to cut him off in a tired voice, but he interrupted me.

"But I like it."

Oh whatever, I didn't have time for his stupid games. I just wanted to sleep. I felt my eyes droop, and I knew that we were in his car when the familiar scent of coffee and cigarettes hit my nostrils. I snuggled my head into the soft, leather seat and pulled my arms around me, trying to keep myself warm. My eyes were gently closed and I could feel myself drifting, one by one my senses slowly shutting themselves down.

Just before I drifted off completely, I felt Mr Hinchcliffe buckle the seatbelt around me; at which point I would usually be blushing from the bodily contact, but I was too tired to even care. I felt a jacket been slung over my scrunched up body, and the last thing I heard before I finally gave up to the darkness awaiting me was the familiar roar of the engine.

* * * * *

I blinked my eyes a few times so that they could focus on my surroundings, and rubbed at my eyes to get rid of the excess sleep that was still lingering. I stood and stretched, immediately regretting it as I felt a sharp pain stab at my stomach. Fucking hangovers, they'll be the death of me.

As I looked around, I knew where I was instantly. He must have brought me here when he picked me up earlier...looking out of the window, I gasped. Not again! Why did I always end up in Mr Hinchcliffe's apartment when it was dark?! I reached for my cell phone in my back pocket, relieved to find it still there when I pulled it out. It was 11:45pm...way too late to even think about walking home. Dammit!

I tiptoed out of the room, trying to remember which of the doors in the hallway lead to the kitchen. If I didn't get a drink of water soon, I would dehydrate or something. All of the doors in the hallway were closed apart from one, which was left slightly ajar and the light was on. Funny, I thought, because this is the one I remembered been the kitchen. I headed towards it and poked my head through the door, stepping all the way through it when I noticed Mr Hinchcliffe sat on a tall stool at the breakfast bar, sipping what smelled like a sugary cup of coffee.

I wasn't sure how to get his attention because he was turned to the side, just staring at the wall. I coughed lightly and leaned against the counter, Mr Hinchcliffe looked over at me instantly...again, I couldn't read his expression.

"Jas, hey." He mumbled, motioning for me to sit in the stool opposite. I took his offer and jumped up on the seat, it was so high that my feet dangled off of the floor.

"What's going on?" Was all I said, my voice sounding hoarse as I had only just woken up. I went into a coughing fit as I watched as Mr Hinchcliffe jump out of his seat and shuffle towards the sink. He pulled a glass out of the cupboard above his head and went towards the fridge, pulling out a posh water filter and pouring some into the glass. He handed me it and sat back down.

"You look like you need that." Was all he said, and I nodded my head and mumbled my thanks.

We sat in silence for what seemed like hours, the only sounds that I could hear were the clock ticking every second and Mr Hinchcliffe's uneven breathing. I glanced up at the clock to see we had only been sitting there for 3 minutes. Oh god, time flies...not.

"M-Mr Hinchcliffe..." I stuttered, speaking in a really small voice. I didn't understand why, it just happened to sound like that.

"Jasmine...my name's Marc, okay?"

"Kay," I mumbled back, but then lifted my head so I was no longer gazing down at the table but looking straight into his eyes. I composed my voice, making it sound strong and powerful. I knew that if I made my voice sound this way then it would be easier to fool myself that I actually did feel this way, strong and able to take the answers. Maybe I'd even fool him...in an ideal world.

I held his gaze for a second before saying, "You knew my mother."

The look that crossed his face wasn't one of shock, like I expected. Upset was definitely present, but so was a tinge of anger. I think I also saw admiration flicker over his features for a second, but I'm not quite sure. I hope I fucking did, I should be admired for putting up with him and working this shit out. Gah!

He nodded his head slowly and dropped his head in defeat, exhaling deeply.

"Yes. Yeah, I knew Anna."

I wasn't sure what my reaction would be, I hadn't really thought about it. All this time I was focussing on just getting the answers, not paying attention to how they would make me feel and what would change because of them. Without any warning to either me or Mr Hinchcliffe, I broke down. Not just sobs or loud cries; real, heartfelt screams and groans were erupting from my chest. I'd never met anyone who'd known my mum other than John, who was a complete tosser, and her sister Margaret, who Damien was living with and whom I'd only met once. I really had given up on hearing anything about my mum from anyone, as it was a taboo subject with Damien's new family.

I'm not going to lie and say we were the perfect family, because we were far from it. John would stumble in at silly hours of the morning drunk and with friends, or really angry. At first we thought he was having an affair, but it became evident that what he was doing was much worse...and we found out the hard way when he got both physically and mentally abusive towards both me and my mum. Difference is that I never spoke out about it...not to this day.

Me and my mum were quite close, no matter how much we argued...and boy, did we argue. About anything and nothing; what I was wearing, my thought's on John, school work...everything. I started drinking in excess to help cope with the John situation at home, so we would argue about that, too. But at the end of the day, we were both in the same situation...trapped by a vile, monster of a man. She'd comfort me by taking me in her arms and singing me to sleep. We'd bitch about the people we didn't like, praise the ones we loved, shop together and dine together, depending on what mood we were both in. Our relationship was the definition of love/hate.

It was only when she died that I realised how much I was going to miss her. I just wanted people to talk to me about her, to tell me what she was like with them because I only ever saw one side of her. I wanted to know what friends and family thought about her, but I never had anyone to ask...the lack of talking about her made it so real that she had left forever, and I found it unbelievably difficult to cope at first.

I felt myself kick the stool back that I was sitting on, a wave of rage washing over me that lasted only a few seconds. I sank to the floor, forgetting that my English teacher was sat in front of me watching my every move. I leaned against the cold wall and tucked my legs to my chest, leaning my hands on my knees and burying my head there. I kept letting out these heart felt sobs, it sounded like I was been stabbed a million times.

I felt two hands wrap around me to try comfort me, but I pushed them away. I didn't want him anywhere near me right now, he'd lied to me just like everybody else! My mum had lied and said she'd never leave me with John, Dad had lied when he said that, although we live in America, that I would still see Damien regularly, and John had lied when he said he'd never hurt me or my mother. Lies!

They were all lies, and I really thought that Mr Hinchcliffe was the one person in my life that I could expect the truth from! He was a trustworthy teacher who had helped me from the day he had arrived, but all this proves that the caring and respecting was all a façade. And to think that I fell straight into it...that I was starting to have feelings for him that I couldn't describe and that I'd never had before, a friendship that I didn't even know was possible.

"You lied!" I meant to speak at a normal volume, but found myself shouting through my heavy sobs. I pushed him away, kicking my legs and flailing my arms so he couldn't possibly get hold of me.

"You lied, you lied, you lied!!" I repeated, my face drowned with tears and my eyes glazed over so much that I could only see the blur of his figure kneeling at the side of me.

When he spoke, he also had pain in his voice, extreme pain. He wouldn't know this kind of pain if it hit him in the face, I thought.

"Jas, I didn't lie! Please, listen to me! What did I lie to you about?!"

"My MOTHER! You never told me you knew her!"

"That isn't lying...it's withholding the truth."

Withholding the truth?! He can fuck off right now if he was just going to fill me with this crap, I had no time for him immature, stupid games. Once again, I pushed him away from me as I screamed.

"Don't you get it?!" I yelled, "Now isn't the time for your pathetic little games! You just don't understand, do you?! Have you ANY idea how much this is hurting me?! I've never known anyone who knew my mum...and now you're just been a complete tosser! ARGHHHH! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN, YOU LIAR! SO MUCH FOR CARING ABOUT ME!"

I jumped up from the floor and swayed gently, the alcohol from earlier still in my system and mixing with the upset and rage. It made me feel...weird. There was truly no other word for it. I pushed past him and wiped my eyes on my sleeves, realising then the broken and hurt look on Mr Hinchcliffe's face. Good, at least now he will be feeling only a fraction of what I'm feeling.

I headed towards to front door to his apartment and pulled at it, but it was locked. I kept pulling and trying to jam it open through my tears, but I knew deep down that I wasn't going to get out of here any time soon. I leaned against the door and saw Mr Hinchcliffe coming towards me, so I started banging against it and screaming.

"Let. Me. Out. Now!" I shouted at him, tears still free falling. I'd gone into a state of rage that was so extreme that my vision was starting to tinge red, I was starting to get a light headache and the room was spinning slightly.

"Jas, no..." He carried on coming closer to me as he spoke. "Just, sta-"

"If you come any fucking closer to me, I won't be responsible for my actions." I said in a stern voice, still through tears but the volume had gone down slightly.

He must have seen how serious I was because, with a sigh and a dipped head, he leaned against the wall where he was. I was still kicking against the door and punching at it, even though I knew that it wasn't going to budge. I ignored Mr Hinchcliffe's pathetic chatter in the background about how he was sorry and his excuses, and just cut him off every so often by telling him to 'fuck off' or 'do one, you crazy person'. The second one was my personal favourite.

Eventually, I sighed in defeat and realised that I wasn't going to get out. However, my anger still hadn't calmed down and the room was still spinning, rem tingeing the corners of my vision. The headache had gotten much worse since I had been banging my head, quite roughly, against the door. I don't think I even realised what I was doing, I was too angry to care. I just wanted to leave here, I wanted to go away...i wanted to see my mum.

"Jas, stop it. You'll hurt yourself." Mr Hinchcliffe kept saying things like this in attempt to calm me down, but it just made me angrier. Every time he dared to advance on me I would throw my head back harder in warning...until eventually the anger became too much.

I leaned against the door and watched the room spin around me, black now replacing the red.

"Jas, are yo-are you okay?" I heard Marc ask...what a stupid question. Yeah, sure, fine. I was dandy. IDIOT.

I didn't have chance to lower myself to the floor before I sunk into a sea of black. The last thing I heard was Mr Hinchcliffe shouting "Oh god, JASMINE!" and I felt my head hit the ground hard, the blackness then eating me up all together.

I had to wake up, I had to.

Although I wanted to be closer to my mum, I also wanted the full story from Mr Hinchcliffe.

I wanted my answers, and I was going to get them whether it killed me or not.

*/ I hope you liked it! Ok, so the reason i haven't updated in like a week is because i started college on Monday. Yay for Art College...so i'm going to be quite busy. However, once i get used to the schedule i'm pretty sure i'll be able to update quite alot. Mainly on Fridays and Wednesdays :)

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