All Chapters of SECRETS: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

DAMON AND JAMES "What do you think you're doing?!" Damon bellowed, grabbing James by his large shoulders, startling him as he was pulled away from Carly. Carly had fallen to the ground, feeling the hard concrete at her finger tips, heaving and coughing as her lungs refilled with air. The two men went running at each other. I made my way around the fighting boys, over to Carly. Her vision was making its way back to normal. I was at her side; hand on her back, eyes on her face. She stared back up at me when her coughing had ceased and together we turned our attention to Damon and James. Damon threw a right hook at James, striking him in the face. I brought Carly into my arms, slightly pulling her back to be sure that we wouldn't be in the way. Somehow, James had gotten the drop on Damon. He was on the ground, with James on top of him, throwing a few hits at my boyfriend's face. I couldn't just sit there and do nothing. I ran over, fists ready, as I began pounding on James's back. He flu

BROOKE AND ELLA "How do you feel this morning?" Ella asked her daughter, seeing her applying her makeup in the bathroom. Ella overlooked her daughter's overly small shorts and tight V-neck. "Better." Brooke answered, glancing over at the small woman. "Yeah? That's good." Brooke stared into the mirror. What was her mothers problem? Any other time when Brooke came down with something, Ella was nowhere to be found, and now, here she was, checking up on her every few hours. "Hey mom, did Damon take off already?" "He never came home last night," Ella answered, eyes still on Brooke, as if examining her. "I talked to him last night. He said he was going to do a little work at the office." Wasn't that interesting? "So, do you want to tell me what happened yesterday? Damon mentioned that a friend of yours was arrested." Brooke gave a nod. This was going to be a long story to explain Brooke thought, but she would tell it and be sure to leave her lies and problems out of it. THE LOVETT

DAMON AND CARLY Damon stopped his car across the street from Kahlan's home, eyes out the passenger window, wondering what happened. He had seen the flashing emergency lights from a mile away. He had told Kahlan that he would be right back, however, right back turned into three hours. It didn't help that on his way out, he and his mother had gotten into a little argument. It seemed that she was upset about Damon getting his own place. To him, Ella was frustrated with her daughter and wanted Damon to fix it. The truth of the matter was Brooke was old enough to make hew own mistakes and learn to deal with them. Sure, he could try and fix her broken heart but he was sure he couldn't do much to help. And sure he could try and help mend her relationship with her best friend but Carly had enough on her plate at the moment. Damon tried to see through the flashing red and blue lights that took up three of the houses, including Kahlan's. He was getting ready to get out of the car and see if he

THE WOODS Carly couldn't believe what she was seeing, nor what she was hearing. Her father was being escorted out of their home in handcuffs, being accused of murder. He hadn't been home for more than a few minutes before being taken away. She was in disbelief as she heard the charges and who this crime was against. "Dad!" Carly cried, tears ruining her makeup. He looked back at her as best as he could. The officer guiding him to the police vehicle seemed to be in a rush, as they were moving at such a fast pace. "What do I do? Tell me what to do!" Robert Woods had no answer for his scared and worried daughter. She had no family to call on. She was going to be alone while he waited in a prison cell. "Don't worry," he spoke, "everything will be fine. This is all a misunderstanding. I never killed anyone." She nodded. "No matter how much he may have deserved it." Those were his last words before having the car door shut on him. Carly cried even harder as they drove away. THE WINGO'S

THE GROUP The room was starting to feel stuffy and hot. I was tired of lying in this bed, cut off from the outside world. I didn't know what was happening with the murder of James, or Tina's funeral arrangements. No one spoke of it, like they were trying to make sure that I didn't know anything. I never asked. Most of them wouldn't say anything without Damon or Carly's permission. It was like a world of silence. I was tired of these white sheets sticking to me, tired of not being able to toss and turn when I wanted to. Tired of having to be careful of every movement I made, so I wouldn't pull my I.V out. Ugh. This was something I hated and I hoped I'd never find myself in this position ever again. There was nothing on TV to keep me occupied. Personally, I always thought cable sucked. I wasn't interested in watching it. The sun burned into the room, creating more heat. I didn't want to be here and neither did my friends. I could hear their voices outside of my room. They always talked