*A/N: Before I begin part two, all credits for the images I use per chapter goes to google.*

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Say something you regret.

Say it to yourself several times.

Over and over again.

Does it sound the same?

Does it sound tired,

upsetting,

angry?

Maybe it does for you.

But it didn't for me.

Maybe because there's nothing I regret.

Was I awful?

Sure.

Did I care?

Nope.

Because,

now,

Summer's father turned against her.

What does she have now?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

And that makes me suspect her even more.

I think she did this.

Well,

think is a little weak of a word.

I mean,

I KNOW she did this.

Nate left.

I was expecting him to.

So I did the other thing I knew I could.

I walked to my car. 

Then someone stopped me.

"What the hell, Bronwyn?!"

I turned around and scoffed.

I opened my car door.

"What do you want, Maeve?" I ask in frustration.

"What do you think? You're awake, out of the hospital. You didn't think to tell anyone?"

I slammed my car door back.

I couldn't do this.

"Maybe I didn't want to, Maeve! Now step out of the way, I'm getting the hell out of here!"

"No! And where do you think you're going, Bronwyn?" She exclaims.

She walks closer to me.

I felt myself losing air.

I panted. 

I seeked for air.

I didn't say anything.

Then again, 

I didn't have anything to say.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." She answers, stepping even closer to me.

I felt my walls which were once strong,

crash.

I felt them close in on me.

I needed to stop this.

"That's right. You have no where to run." She begins. "Not mom, not dad, certainly not me,"

Oh god.

"Not Addy, Cooper, or Nate either. And especially not Summer."

I was in shock.

She knew?

This isn't good.

"Yeah, I know everything. Dad told me." She comments.

I sighed.

"What difference does it make?" I ask.

"I can't let you do this, Bronwyn. You're my sister." She begins.

"I know you're hurting. You're carrying a baby, and with everything going on, and-"

"And what, Maeve?"

"I know you heard me, Bronwyn. The cancer is really back."

A pang of sorrow hit me.

It hit so fast I didn't have time to think.

"No. Now move, I'm leaving." I answer, getting into my car.

Maeve steps closer to the window.

I start to drive away as I hear her yelling,

"YOU WILL REGRET THIS, BRONWYN! STOP RUNNING!"

She doesn't understand.

I'm not running.

I just-

need somewhere to go.

And,

as much as it hurt,

Maeve was right.

I really had no where to go.

I continued to drive and drive.

But I had my game face on.

I wasn't going to mope around and be miserable.

I was going to fight my sadness like a dragon tamer.

So I searched.

I searched for hours.

But nothing.

I never found Nate.

I needed him.

Darkness was approaching and I was getting too tired to drive anymore.

So I went to the only place I could think of.

And I already knew,

I was going to regret this.

But I have no choice.

I drove until I found the place.

I walked over to the door and knocked.

She opens the door with a confused look.

"Oh my god, Bronwyn? Is that you?" She asks.

"Yes, Mrs. Macauley. It's me." I answer.

"Come in." She answers, letting me in.

"What's happened? Where's Nate?" She asks.

"That's a long story." I replied, with sadness in my eyes. "I have something to tell you."

This was going to be way harder than I thought.

I took a deep breath.

In,

and out.

I needed to control my emotions.

"I'm-I'm-" I began.

"You're pregnant? I already know, Bronwyn. It's okay."

I was shocked.

Nate never told me he was in contact with his mother.

"I know everything. Nate doesn't live on the moon, you know."

"Heh, right." I answer, awkwardly laughing.

"Look, Bronwyn." She responds, sitting me down on the couch.

"You know I've always liked you. You know there's nothing to be afraid of here. You are carrying my son's baby. And I know he loves you."

I don't say anything.

That was the moment I realized I'd let fear control me.

And it wasn't going to anymore.

"Sure, you may be young, but I hope you know that I will always support you, Bronwyn, no matter what. And you can always come to me, and I'm glad you did."

I sighed in relief.

"I know, and thank you. But, I don't deserve this. I don't deserve to be here." I answered.

And that was the truth.

I have too many regrets.

And I didn't know where to start.

"Of course you deserve to be here, Bronwyn. What are you talking about?"

I'm sorry, Mrs. Macauley.

But I can't tell you.

I got up and sighed.

"Look, thank you for letting me in. And that you for the advice, but I have to go."

She got up too to face me.

"Of course. Stop by anytime, Bronwyn. You're always welcome here."

"Thank you." I respond as I open the door.

As I shut it, my tears fill my eyes.

I need to leave.

I need to make up for everything.

But,

more importantly,

I need to tell someone.

I picked up my phone and dialed the number.

I listened to it ring as the tears slid down my cheeks.

"Hello, my name is Bronwyn Rojas. I would like to come in for a visit." I said into the phone.

I ran to my car and shut the door.

As I was driving,

I was hoping and praying this works.

Once I got there, I ran inside.

I went up to the front desk.

"Bronwyn Rojas?" The woman asked.

"That's me." I answered, with a face full of tears.

"I need you to sign these papers and head to the room on the right." 

I took the papers from her and signed them.

Once I got into the room, I sat down.

I stared,

into the empty space,

that reminded me of a time before.

It was blank.

It was white.

It was nothing.

A man came in and escorted me to the visiting area.

I followed him and watched all the people pass by.

The emotions on their faces were so black and white.

They all stared at me as I passed through the halls.

Then I got where I needed to go.

I picked up the phone and sat down.

She looked at me through the glass.

"Rojas?" She begins. "What are you doing here?"

"I don't know." I answered. "I had no where else to go.

"I've spoken to you once. What do you need from me?"

I held up the envelope and slipped it to her.

She looks inside.

"What's this?" She asks.

"It's your bail money, Ashton, let's get the hell out of here."