Christine woke up to beautiful silence for once. She rolled out of bed and changed. She decided to put some makeup on and once finished with that she walked down the stairs and outside. She breathed in the scent of morning. Today was going to be a good day, she could feel it. Relaxing her muscle she walked down the street, a young man that seemed to be about 21 years of age walked past her. She glanced back to get a better look at him as he seemed quite well off. When she turned he had turned too and he let out a small smile. Christine feeling rather embarrassed quickened her paced and chose a different way to go to her hotel. She wouldnt mind having a boyfriend but when young men gave them any bit of attention she got a weird feeling in her stomach. One that she didnt like.

Keefe had spent almost all night in his shed, oblivious to the time as he vigorously worked on his collection of sharp objects, and after that worked on cleaning the motorcycle. Around 3 am he glanced outside and winced as he realized it was pitch black. Instead of going to the mansion he went to the trees, and pulled himself up into the same one he had slept in many times before. There, cradled by the branches, he dozed off.

When the morning came it was the WAAAY too bright sunlight shining through the trees branches that woke him up. He blinked a couple times, sleepily, before lifting his head from the position it had dropped into. Keefe waited a couple moments before getting up with a small groan, and stretching. He decided not to go back- he had changed late, and had barely done anything. His clothes would be clean enough for one more day, and he did not want to go back to the mansion. Soon he'd have to show Cassius he was still there, but not right at this moment. He stretched again and started the trek to town. He was hungry, and since he wasn't going to sneak into the mansion to find some food, he decided the small Cafe in town would work splendidly. Reaching the small town he turned on the sidewalks and headed towards the Cafe, entering and ordering. After that he plopped down to wait for his food to be called, then retrieved it and sat down again.,

Christine sank onto her bed and chillaxed. She was tired, it had been a busy week. Studying the painting on her hotel room wall she marveled at how such a stunning mountain range. Soon her thoughts turned to more urgent matters. "I can't stay here forever tommorow I will go around and see what other houses might be for sale". Looking at the picture one last time she laid down and drifted off to sleep.

(sorry it was short in a hurry this morning xD)

Keefe ate his food before standing and leaving. A couple seconds later he was pulled into a dark alleyway. He let out an infuriated growl and whirled around to see the three guys. The one he had just punched in the face reeled back and wham- gave back the favor. Keefe wheeled backwards, almost falling over, immediately feeling warm liquid rush down his face. He proooobably deserved this. Then it was an all out beating brawl, and even though he got in some good throws, he was too taxed to do much. They left as quickly as they came, and he was 99 percent sure he had broken ribs. He slid to the ground with a groan of pain. His face was bloody, his ribs were probably broken, and he had bad bruising everywhere, nevermind a cut on his abdomen where one man kicked him so hard it could count as blunt force trauma and penetrated the skin. After a little while he steeled himself and got up, limping slightly and wheezing a little as he went back towards home. This would be a fun night.

Waking up, Christine realised it was still dark. She stayed inside her hotel room as it seemed the safest place during night times. She layed back down and thought of Keefe, knowing him he'd be up a tree or getting into some sorta mischeif. She couldnt help but giggle and slowly go fall to sleep, thinking about her Aunt. Was she worried? Did she really care about Christine? Christine knew the answer to that, if her Aunt cared the tinest bit she would be living at Bridgets house trying to find ways to escape.

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She woke up late the next morning and decided to try and find Keefe, just to check in to make sure he was doing alright. Christine walked out from the hotel and down the street. She wandered around till she found the big mansion standing high. She slowly walked the back way and quietly called out his name, "keefe, you here?"

Keefe trekked all the way home. To top off his pain and uncomfortableness, joy of joys, it started downpouring. Now he was cold, in pain, and wet. He made it to the shed and slumped against that for, well, probably a couple hours, then gathered himself up to walk the rest of the way, his breathing heavy and ragged. Yes he had broken bones before, but not ribs. It sucked. He wanted to get out of the cold and to change, but all too late he realized- no way could he climb the tree and scale the roof in this condition. He also wasn't going to walk in the front door because Cassius would probably shoot him thinking he was a robber or something and then realize and not care much. So, shoulders sagging, Keefe stumbled to his hidden spot in the woods and slid to the wet ground, leaning heavily against a tree. He was exhausted and soaked and his brain was fried at this point. Plus the rain hadn't completely washed off his face so he looked like a bloodied zombie, and his shirt was torn so he could see quite clearly the scars, bruises, and cuts underneath. He sighed heavily and let his head flop back against the tree. Exhaustion took over pain, and he slipped into a fitful sleep. However many hours later he jerked awake to the sound of someone calling his name. That wasn't Cassius or Gisela, so he assumed it was Christine. He quickly mustered up the strength to yell back. "Over here." Or, well, call hoarsely, and then regret it because his ribs screamed with pain.

Christine came racing over, "Keefe! What happened? Are you ok? Your hurt badly". She reached into her jacket and pulled out a napkin, "dont ask why I have random napkins" she giggled and passed one to him to stop any bleeding. For a second she thought his father most have hurt him, but no father would hurt a son that bad, right? She looked up him and tryed to smile.

Keefe glanced up as Christine came rushing over. "I miiiight've had a run in with those guys again." He answered with a slight wince. "It really isn't as bad as it looks.." he added, sounding very unconvincing when he took the napkin and gently touched his bleeding face, then grimaced in pain. "Thanks. And I won't." He added with a faint smile, wiping off the blood the best he could. "Sorry that I look like the inside of a smashed watermelon. It usually isn't this bad when I get beat up." Keefe joked, laughing slightly- which was a huge mistake as it sent pain rocketing through his body, causing him to scrunch up slightly with a groan. "Ow." He mumbled. "I feel like I was run over by a truck, however. A very heavy truck."

Christine looked in horror, "they came after you again? I'm so sorry its all my fault". She sank down to the ground feeling terrible.

She tried smiling at his joke about being a watermelon. He was right though, Keefe looked so bashed up Christine wondered if he was human. "What should I do" she asked herself. "cant just leave him here, I mean i could take him back to the hotel they'd help"

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"what do you want to do Keefe? I could take you back to the hotel or you could go back to your house?" His father would be the last person Keefe would want to see so she didnt think he'd pick that option.

No doubt those men would come back, unless Keefe had killed them. "Uhh.. Keefe what happened to the men?"

Keefe shook his head hurriedly, though it made his vision swirl. "No its not your fault! They came after me, you didn't tell them to. Right?" He joked with a small smile. At her question he sighed slightly, thinking for a while before listening. He looked a little worried at the options she laid out. "No no no, I'm not going to be a burden to you. I'll make something up to tell my father and hopefully he won't smack me in an already existing wound." Keefe answered quickly. If worst came to worst he'd get his own hotel and camp out there. Cough, hotel ROOM. (gosh I love how she thinks he mightve killed em XD) As she asked another question he raised an eyebrow, though it was a little hard to tell. "What do you think I did to them." He asked drily. "Nothing much. Just returned a couple punches. That does NOT include yesterday, however." He added with a slight wince as he remembered their faces. Eh. They deserved it.