MATT'S P.O.V.

I sat at the living room table, staring blankly at the set of keys that were sloppily laying over its top. I knew it was too good to be true. Three years of having people to live with, people that could be your companions and not your comrades. I had forgotten so blindly that my past could happen again. I had nearly let Angie get involved, and Rayne, oh Rayne, she had no idea how much she meant to me, she had no idea. I still remember how I've always wanted to be closer to her, but it was too dangerous. Just that incident at the pool proved it, I would get carried away. I had to stay away from her, to help her, I had to stay away from her.

I slowly stood up from the table and hearing the downpour of rain outside I grabbed a jacket from the coat rack. I had to leave, I had lived on the streets before Rayne took me in and I could do it again.

RAYNE'S P.O.V.

I woke up slowly as thunder reached my ears from outside. I could hear my mom toying around in the kitchen and that told me I was downstairs. It took me a while to open my eyes, just becuase of a head ache that I was suffering from. "Mom..." I heard a pause in the kitchen, then her voice spoke from my side.

"Rayne, dear, how are you feeling?"

I winced as I pulled myself up, but protested when she tried to ease me back down onto the couch. I could hear Oprah, talking on the television, and obviously my mom had been watching, but she suddenly clicked it off with the remote probrably out of the suspicionthat it had waken me up. "Mom, I'm fine...where is everyone?" She smiled slightly at my condition seeing that nothing was severly wrong.

"Mark and Jeanne areback at their place, they said get you to call them when you wake up, and Matt carried you home but he's upstairs in the living room." I sighed leaning back down agaist the couch.

"I'll thank him later,he's probrably tired, wheres the phone?" My mom stood up and walked over to the kitchen island grasping something in her hand whichI later identified as the phone when she handed it to me. My fingers felt a little stiff and my hair and skin were still a bit moist and slightly cold considering I was only in a bathing suit and a towel, but i delt with it. The stiffness made it harder to dile his number but to my relief his cell phone rang when I called it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mark?"

"Ok, Rayne, are you OK?" Jeanne was already talking in the back ground.

"Yeah, Mark, I'm fine, tell Jeanne I'm fine too."

"Oh, Ok, but wheres Matt?"

"Upstairs, why?"

He paused for a moment as if hesistant to say something.

"Rayne...do you know about his childhood?"

"No...why?" Why would he be asking me about this? He didn's know something did he?

"Rayne, I think I know why Matt doesn't swim. It's clearly not because he can't considering he saved you." I lowered my voice slightly.

"What did you find out?"

"Its a scar."

"What?"

"His back, I saw it through the shirt after the water got too it."

"Why would...that?" He interrupted me knowing what I was asking.

"Its not normal." I furrowed my eyesbrows listening as my mom headed upstairs.

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't see it for long because of the rush, but I could tell it was from the lower waist to his opposite shoulder blade."

"Oh, Mark, maybe it was just from an accident, don't be so suspicous." I said hearing my mom's feet begin to come down the stair way again.

"Rayne...I really don't think so. Just...be careful ok?"

I was about to speak again, but my mom's voice interrupted from the stair case "Rayne." I sighed and glanced over at her worried features, the phone loosening in my grip.

"Matt's Gone."