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Bell sat alone in the living room wondering if turning Jason in had been the best idea. 'He could go to jail for a long time and she'd still lose him.' She shifted uneasily in her chair, just when the door opened and two men walked calmly in. ''Hi.'' One man said casually as f he hadn't just walked into someones house unannouced. ''Who are you?'' Bell asked quite shaken by their sudden entrance. ''Oh...where are our manners!? I'm Larry and this here is Buck. We're the two guys that helped you folks unpack some weeks ago when you moved here.'' he said.

''So why are you here? What do you want...a tip?'' Buck laughed. ''No little lady.'' he responed. Little lady? The name rang familarly in Bell's brain and for the first time it finally hit her that Brad was really dead. ''You okay madam?'' Larry asked noticing Bell had turned dangerously white. Bell nodded. ''Uh..yeah. So why are you here again?'' she asked. A confused look mounted Larry's shadowed face. ''This is the Parker residence right?'' Bell nodded again. ''I thought so. Me and Buck suppose to be moving you folks out of here and back to Jersey by the end of the week.''

Bell watched in astonishment, she didn't believe him. She was about to portest to their unmature behavior when her father walked into the room. Bell hadn't even noticed that he was still at home. ''Ah...thanks for coming guys.'' he said cheerfully. ''It's our job sir.'' Buck chuckled. Bell quickly strolled over to her dad and pulled him aside from the laughing movers. ''What's going on?'' she asked.

Mr. Parker took off his glasses and scrubbed them wearily on his white shirt. ''I guess your mother didn't tell.'' He muttered. ''No she didn't.'' Bell snapped. ''Well Bell...we've been thinking and perhaps maybe it was a big mistake coming out to Hillcrest in the first place. We're going back to Jersey and back to our old lives. I hate my job and you keep getting hurt and Derry can't pass any of his classes, so we decided maybe it's for the best.'' Bell was fuming. ''NO! I LOVE HILLCREST. I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE!!!!'' She cried hysterically. ''Isn't this what you wanted?'' he said.

''No. I wanted to...never mind. I need to go for a walk. I can't stay here.'' Bell grabbed her coat and stormed past the two surprised movers. ''Have a good day little lady.'' Buck shouted. ''Shove it you perve.'' Bell answered back.

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Bell was nearly running when she hit the main street. The wind pressed against her face as she raced towards the forest. All she wanted was to see Jason, hold him, kiss him, and cry with him. She could feel her lungs burning and the cry of her muscles, but she pressed on. When she turned into the forest she could swear she heard Jason's voice carried by the wind.

She stoped abruptedly when she arrived at the clearing. It was quiet, and the wind massaged the few flowers that still clung to life at the beginning of the winter. ''Bell.'' came a voice, but it was no voice of Jason. Bell turned quickly and Shane emerged from the thick shadow. ''What are you doing here?'' he asked. ''Where is Jason?'' she asked quickly.

Shane frowned almost distinctly, but Bell sensed the tense feeling of despair lingering in the air. ''WHERE'S JASON?'' She demanded ravishly. Shane took another step closer and tried to muster somewhat of a smile. ''Bell...we were to late.'' he said.