A/N: This is going to be a nice, happy chapter :3 Ya'll deserve a break so enjoy!

I've been driving for two days now. It's almost a relief sitting in Quick Silver after always being in other cars or vans or limos or jets. I like my car. She makes me calm.

"I'm scunnered out of mah mind!" Nessa complains next to me while pushing back her wild red hair. It's pretty hot out here unlike where it's almost winter in Tygerwell. East is almost always Summer.

"English please," I sigh.

"I am talking English, ye tattie!" Nessa scolds.

I sigh some more and sit back in my seat. It's pretty insane that I'm actually leaving. I'm finally escaping Jane. After I lost the match, Nixon, Gareth and Falco was sent to burn Goldy's body. I was horrified, but Xavier said he'd handle it. So I hope that's what he did...

And while Xavier and Jane were discussing if maybe the wedding should be after the South is weakened, I took my chance. I didn't greet anyone and just took Nessa with me. To be honest, I'm surprised she agreed. It's weird really. I wonder what my family will make of her...

I know my parents expected me to marry someone that would help the gang, but secretly all they wanted was for me to have a girl that would make me happy. I'm pretty sure Nessa isn't what they'll be expecting, but it's not like I'm going to marry Nessa or anything. She just helps me forget some of the pain. 

"I still can't believe ye thought yer weak-ass car would do more damage to yer phone than mah heel," Nessa muses.

I smile at that. Yesterday, after Jane sent me a threatening message to return immediately or else, I stopped next to the road, put my phone in front of my tyre and drove over it. Somehow my phone was still holding on to life. It actually survived a fucking car!

But Nessa merely strutted over, took one step onto the poor phone with her studded heel and it was beyond repair. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if Nessa's heels had some secret contraptions or weapons. 

"Tell me more about yourself. And please, don't tell it in another language. I want to understand you. I feel like you know almost everything about me, but I know nothing about you," I say to break the silence.

We continue speeding along the Eastern coast. If I took a main road, we would've maybe gotten to East Ends faster, but I decided to take the slower, coastal root, because I love the ocean. It reminds me of family holidays where Kelly would ruin my sand castles or when Dad pissed on me after I got stung by a jellyfish. Ahh, the good old days.

"Well... I don' really know so much about ye than ye think. But in anyway, I was born in a wee little town called Braemar. The only thing it really had to offer was it's castle, but then again almost every bloomin' town in Scotland has a castle. I lived on a farm and mah grandmaw taught me everythin'," Nessa says.

"How did you move to here?" I ask while looking straight in front of me. I don't want to drive off a cliff.

Nessa stays quiet for a bit. "I don' really talk about it," she says.

"Why?" I ask.

Nessa stays quiet again. There's a minute or two where we're just staring out in front of us. A forest to our left. An ocean to our right. I hear seagulls somewhere. We must be close to East Ends.

"A group of people took me from mah country and brought me here for their... business. It wasn' somethin' I had much of a choice in," Nessa explains.

I go quiet. The sound of far-off seagulls and the purring engine is the only thing we hear. Nessa might have not had the best history... I think what Nessa is trying to describe is... is human trafficking. I suddenly feel scared for what this girl next to me dreams about. She might be two years older than me, but right now, she's a girl.

I suddenly wonder if this is the reason she never allows me to be on top...

Venessa MacArtan's story is yet to be revealed... 

"So... but... it must have a happy ending though. You're in the Northern gang. You're second in command," I point out.

I feel nausea deep inside. It's sick what some people would do for money. Forcing young girls and boys into sex slavery is inhuman. People like that deserve to die. And if I'm correct, I think Jane is heading into that direction...

Sure, I've been in the business of pleasure, but my girls do it out of free will. If they don't have their own rooms in my hotels, they have homes provided for them. All my girls have medical care and the men that get access to them are tested. 

"The North got me out. Daniel and Xav. I tried escapin' a few times, but it never really worked. Daniel has always been an idiot, but Xav nurtured me and helped me through a lot. When I asked him if I could stay with the North, he happily allowed me. Then he gave me mah power and explained how he hunts and kills bad men. He asked me if I wanted to be his second in command, explained that it would give me the power to get revenge," Nessa continues.

"So that's why you're second in command..." I murmur.

"I've killed hundreds of men who make people do... do things they don' want to do. I have a list. Before I die, I want that list to be ticked off entirely. It's mah only wish in life. I've got most of the people I have a personal grudge with. Not all of them though. Some of them went off the map before I could find them," Nessa explains.

"That's good. It's a good goal. For the better y'know. You'll help a ton of people," I comment.

It's amazing to me how Nessa has, despite the odds, risen to help others. She's not the selfish, vain woman she tries to appear.

"I lure 'em in. Make 'em feel save and strong and then I strike. I might not fight, but I have power," Nessa says firmly. "I have power," she repeats. I take a glimpse and she looks ahead of her with fire in her eyes.

"And hows it going? Your list almost completed?" I ask.

She slowly glances over at me, stares, and then says: "It's goin' really well so far."

I nod and then look back in front of me. "That's good," I say.

I wish I had something like that. A purpose. A goal to make this world better. Nessa is doing it. Xavier is doing it. Hell, even Amber tried doing it. But me? I'm no use. I'm just here. 

I'm running away...

I'm a coward...

But am I not allowed to be a coward? Am I not allowed to use Nessa as a means of distraction and run off to my family for love? Amber gave me back the toe ring. She broke my heart a thousand times. Is it not fair if I want to escape to my family that loves me and will never break my heart? Is it not fair to sleep with Nessa because it makes me feel a little less broken?

Everything has gone to shit.

And right now, I just need a little love.

I just want to hold my sister or take my father for a walk in his wheelchair or tell my mom that I love her. I haven't felt anyone love me for over a year now. I feel like I could die and people will be over it in a week.

Fuck Jane and fuck the gang.

I'm allowed to be selfish. I'm allowed to want to be loved.

"We're here," I smile when the familiar bay we always took holidays at, comes to view.

"Oh wow! It's really pretty!" Nessa marvels.

"Yeah, it is," I grin.

The road rounds the mountain and reveals a small, tucked away bay with blue-green water and palm trees. It's hard to miss the faded white house right on the beach with a dock that leads straight into the water. I think I see movement, but it's a little far away. Driving slowly, I take a turn onto a dirt road that goes down pretty steep. We follow the road through hardy palms, shrubs and general greenery. A minute later, and we park on the grass where the family car stands. 

I turn to Nessa and really can't contain my grin. "You ready?" I ask like a little boy.

"To meet ye parents? Naw. I really don' think we're that kinda relationship. We're not even in a relationship. We just fuck," Nessa says.

"You're going to love them in anyway! My mom, she's always pushing my dad in his wheelchair. He'll probably be inside most of the time or out on the dock busy fishing. Oh, Nessa, you should taste my mom's food! We had a chef, but really, everyone always wants my mom to cook," I explain excitedly. 

"I am pretty hungry," Nessa shrugs.

"Oh and you will adore my little sister, Kelly! She's like a mini you. Always has the upper hand. Really, she'll drive you insane," I laugh, "Don't say I didn't warn you."

"The suspense is killin' me," Nessa grins.

"Okay, okay, let's go!" I say and practically leap out of the car.

Nessa is struggling on the beach sand with her heels and I hate having to walk slowly towards the house. Nobody is outside, which is odd, but mom might be done with dinner or something. It'll be much for of a surprise if I burst through the front door in anyway.

"For fucksake, Man Candy, can't ye get rid of the sand?" Nessa grumbles.

"How should I do that?" I laugh.

"I dunno. Just give one of ye cringy pick-up lines and the sand will probably go away by itself," Nessa suggests while trying not to get sand in her heels as she walks.

"Oh my God, Nessa," I laugh and push back some copper hair that's blown into my face. I think about something for a second before I stop walking and smirk at the sand.

"Hey, there sand, you look like you could make me dirty," I say and scoop up a handful of sand while walking it to the water.

"That was horrible!" Nessa laughs. When I'm still walking to the waves, she calls out, "What are ye doing?" 

"Making the sand wet!" I answer back.

I throw the sand into the water and jog back to Nessa with a big grin on my face. She looks like she's holding in the biggest laugh, but can't contain it any longer so she just lets go.

"Yer so cringy!" Nessa laughs - losing balance in the process but still standing.

"I'm smooth," I contradict and go to help Nessa through the sand.

When we finally get to the wheelchair ramp that leads to the faded white porch, Nessa can walk normally again. I notice with her next to me that we're basically the same height. Then again, her heels are very high.

"Let's do this," I breathe and reach out to open the door. It's already open and I step in with a big grin.

I stop grinning immediately.

Why... Why is dad's wheelchair tipped over?

Why is there blood everywhere on the floor?

Why are there bullet holes adorning every inch of the place?

Why do I smell the familiar metal pang of blood and not Mac and Cheese?

Everything turns really slow. I forget about Nessa next to me. I forget about who I am and where we are. I feel like I'm in a trans as I step over the blood and broken furniture. I feel surreal as I follow the trail of blood to my parent's room. I don't hear anything. The seagulls have faded. My heartbeat has stopped and even the ocean has dried up and gone ghostly quiet.

My parents' bedroom's door is on one hinge, and I slowly push it open. I can't feel anything. I can barely think.

Barely comprehend the two unmoving bodies on the floor in front of me.

That's... that's not Mom... She didn't have her body ripped open my bullets. And... and that's not Dad under her... He was clean. Not so red.

By the position my parents are in, it looks like my mom was dragging my father in here and then threw her body over him at the last second.

In sickness and in health. Till death do they part.

I don't even realize I'm falling to my knees and crawling over to my parents. I don't even realize tears are streaming uncontrollably down my face. I don't notice the splinters cutting into my knees and hands as I make my way to my very still parents.

"Mom, get up," I whisper.

They don't move.

"Dad, tell mom to get up," I try again.

Nothing happens.

"Guys... they're gone. Whoever did this is gone. It's me. It's Owen. It's your boy. I'm here. I'm here to save you," I whisper - my voice cracking and I feel smaller than I have ever felt.

Angry, I can barely see what's in front of me with all the tears in my eyes. "Get up!" I yell and start shaking my parents. But my hands land on warm, sticky blood - I feel holes in my mother's back. "GET UP!" I yell again and shake them uncontrolably.

I hear something behind me. Faint and far away.

"GET UP!" I scream and ruin my throat in the process.

"Owen," I hear someone firmly say.

I look over my shoulder and Nessa is standing there. She's not crying, but her eyes are red and eyebrows knitted tightly.

"The blood is still warm," I mumble and try getting back up. I fall to my knees two times before I can stand on my feet. "The blood is still warm," I say again. "They were killed minutes before we arrived," I mumble.

My heartbeat spikes uncontrollably when realization dawns upon me. "Kelly... My sister," I whisper before rushing past Nessa - accidentally hitting her shoulder.

I stumble and fall my way towards my sisters room. The door is broken down... I watch in panic as bullet holes cover where we painted our hands on the door.

"Kelly..." I whisper and stumble inside.

The room is blue like she always wanted it. Kelly never liked pink or princess stuff. She liked toy cars and guns and she was, no she is perfect for this life. She is strong and she is going to grow up into a badass girl...

She's not in the past tense...

"KELLY!" I yell when I don't see her. 

I search every inch of the ruined room. The bed is thrown over, furniture broken and it looks worse than when we used to play cops and robbers together. 

I can't find her. Panicked, I run to my room. She's not there either... "KELLY!" I turn into a madman and run through the entire house, but my little sister is nowhere to be seen. "KELLY IT'S OWY!" Hopeless, I run out of the front door and crumble to my knees. "Kelly..." I bury my head in my hands and rock back and forth.

This is all my fault. This is all my fault. This is all my fault. This is all my fault.

If I stayed... If I wasn't so selfish and just stayed, they'd probably still be alive... This... This was Jane. Without a doubt when she massaged me, she probably knew where my parents were and she knew she was going to kill my family...

I start shaking. Please let this be a nightmare. Please let me wake up. PLEASE! I'll do anything!!! I'll give my own life for my family to be alive and safe!

What kind of a psycho does this?

"FUCK YOU!" I yell out  towards the ocean.

I feel my face burn and hot, salty tears flood my face. Rivers run down my neck and soak my shirt. I can't stop shaking.

This is all my fault.

I killed my family.

I suddeny hear the familiar sound of a telephone ringing and run inside without a second thought. The telephone on the kitchen wall is going off, and I grab it.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Why hello, my dear Owen William Rhodes," Jane says on the other side, "Nice of you to finally answer me."

"I'm going to kill you, Jane! I swear on my fucking life, I will murder you with my bare hands and I'm going to make it hurt. I'm going to find everything you love and set it on fire. You're going to burn in hell, you fucking cunt!" I yell over the phone. Spit flings through every syllable.

"Oh no, you're not. Not unless you want me to finalize a very promising deal. I have a client on my other phone here that's interested in little girls. Your sister is a very pretty little girl," Jane says smugly.

A cold shiver snakes down my spine. I clutch the part of my chest where my heart is. I swear I could be having a heart attack right now. Everything goes cold. "You touch her... You so much as lay a finger on her and I'll end you," I threaten. 

I feel an unfamiliar kind of rage inside me. Worse than when my dad got his wheelchair. White hot anger floods every part of me. It burns me to the point where it freezes me.

"Don't worry. Kelly Katherine Rhodes and I are going to have just the best time ever," Jane laughs.

I feel hopelessly useless.

"You're going to regret this," I promise.

"No," Jane says simply. "You are going to regret this. Come back to Tygerwell immediately. If you behave, I might not sell your sister off to the highest bidder."

Jane hangs up and I stand there with the telephone still pressed to my ear. After a few seconds, I let it drop and I stay frozen.

"Was that Jane?" I hear Nessa ask behind me.

My breathing becomes uneven.

"She has my sister..." I whisper.

"What?" Nessa asks and steps closer.

I turn around - the tears have finally stopped. "Jane has my sister and is going to sell her to the highest bidder if I don't stay a loyal slave," I say a little louder.

I watch that same white hot anger slowly boil inside of Nessa. Knowing how she got into this fucked up country, I understand her rage.

"Then Jane Marigold has made it onto mah list," Nessa says in a deadly quiet voice.

This bitch is going to pay.

Heyyy Goldies!

I actually originally wanted to kill Kelly as well, but keeping her alive makes room for more plot, so eh. 

Who was sad or cried in this scene?

Who was fine?

Who do y'all think has the right to get to kill Jane and how should they do it? Do think it should be Amber, Xavier, Owen, Myra, Blake, Taminn?