Stumblin' [Jasik]

Vicky Barci had always been the "good girl." She went to school, stayed on the right side of the law and kept to herself. She wasn't a drunk, and she didn't sleep around. Yes, Vicky had always been the good girl, but as of late she was beginning to doubt that title.

With her collar popped up over her neck and her coat pulled taunt around her body, Vicky tip toed through the snow towards a familiar house. Vicky had visited it many times before but it never really meant as much to her as it did now. It was the largest on its block making it an easy find. Stopping on the porch, she raised her fist to knock on the door but stopped. Why'd she come here in the first place? Vicky looked down at her boots; there was the tale tell sign of blood on the leather. She took a breath before quickly rapping on the door three times.

She came here for Caine. Caine will make everything better. He always did. He didn't talk much, like Vicky, and that suited her just fine. She'd known Caine as long as she had known Nikko and Naz and so far he had always been there for her. Hopefully he'd still be there.

Maybe an hour tops. Yeah, just enough time to let out her frustrations to someone. After she did Vicky Barci would go back to being the quiet girl who worked in the shop on the corner sewing old clothes back together. Well, that's what she told herself. She repeated it over and over in her head trying to drown the tight feeling in her stomach...

You liked it. NO! No, she didn't. Vicky didn't like hurting someone, she didn't like rolling in the snow with a rather attractive boy who- no! Get a hold on yourself! What will Caine think? Even if he did think Vicky was crazy he wouldn't tell her. One thing about Caine, he doesn't show his disgust or hatred or anything to you. You could tell him that you had killed your own mother and he'd just looked at you with those empty big brown eyes.

That's why she came. Vicky came here, to Caine's, so she wouldn't be judged. Vicky kept that in mind as she rapt against the door again, shaking with cold and anticipation.