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"What should I bring him?" Claire shouted. Geenie's hands were shaking.

"I don't know, I don't know! Um, towels, wet them with some cool water, he's sweating!" she shouted back. She had no idea what she was doing, but the ambulance would get there-- it had to get there-- in time and they would take over. "Damnit, Tobi," she whispered, mouthed really, through the tears she just realized were falling from her face. "Why'd you do this?"

Claire watched as Brooke ran away from her. She sighed, then raced back with the wet towels to help Geenie. Claire knelt next to her sister, and looked at the limp, bloody form of Tobi. She patted his face with the towels, hoping the cold water on them would help cool him down."Tobi! You have to wake up!" Claire exclaimed, then looked to her sister. Claire listened, and heard sirens. "They are almost here," Claire said quietly. She stood up and raced as fast as she could to the front door. When she pulled it open, the ambulance was just pulling into the driveway. "Hurry!" Claire screeched as they climbed out of the car. They grabbed the stretcher, then ran up to the house. "Where is he?" They asked. Claire led the way to her brother, where Geenie was still positioned above him. "Geenie," Claire helped her sister up as one of the guys who had came in the ambulance immediatey took over her job with the belt. "You did a good job, knowing to stop the bleeding," They told Geenie as they placed Tobi on the stretcher. They carried him outside, and Claire followed right behind them, hovering worriedly. He would have to be okay....

Geenie could not find the strength to follow and leaned weakly against the counter, watching them leave. You did a good job... knowing to stop the bleeding. You did a good job... The tears started in earnest. She was eighteen years old. She should know how to chug a beer, but she was terrified of alchohol. Should have known how to cram the night before an exam or pull an all nighter, but she was so afraid of disappointing the people who believed in her that she'd never gotten the chance. She should know how to take care of her friends when they had a hangover.

Instead, she knew how to stop bleeding.

It was wrong-- it was wrong, but it was her and she couldn't stop it, couldn't change it. She was wrong, she wasn't real-- her brother could die. Frantically, Geenie began scrubbing the blood from her hands, but the smell of it was in her nose now. She couldn't see she was crying so hard, sobbing.

She had to get a grip.

Clenching her jaw, Geenie forced herself to turn off the facet. She scrubbed at her eyes, though she could do nothing about it, and moved, deliberately out of the door to where she knew Brooke had disappeared.

"Brooke, where is the bleach kept?"

Brooke kept her face lying on the dogs side even when it's loud bark rumbled throughout the room. She kept herself still, ignorng Geenie.

[sry for shortness I'm on a phone]

Claire watched them drive off in an ambulance, wishing to be in there with Tobi, to make sure he was okay. But she had to make sure Geenie was okay first. She walked back into the house, and found Geenie standing just outside in the backyard, asking where the bleach was at. "I can probably find it," Claire volunteered weakly. She was starting to feel the numbing shock. She started to go through the cupboards in the kitchen, then let out a cry of triumph as she pulled bleach out from one. "Do you need any help cleaning up? As soon as we finish, we can go visit Tobi, since Brooke isn't going to dance today," Claire suggested, handing the bleach to her sister.

"D--" Geenie bit her tongue. Don't. She doesn't understand, she urged herself. Taking deep breathes she fixed her tone, did not speak until she was sure there was no anger whatsoever.

"Brooke," she repeated, firmly, but gently. "Where did your mother keep the bleach. In the laundry room or maybe in the kitchen or a closet somewhere?"

Brooke rolled over and looked up at Geenie and Claire. "If she already has it then why are you bothering me?" She asked, rolling her eyes at Geenie.

Now she was starting to realize why Kerra didn't like them. They were going to try to control them but Brooke wouldn't let that happen. They weren't her parents. Her parents weren't even dead. They were coming back for her soon enough and when they did they would make them leave and Brooke would watch smiling.

"Wha..." Geenie trailed off. Somehow she hadn't noticed the bottle of bleach in front of her face. She shook her head and grabbed it. "Thank you," she told her sister, emphatically and disappeared back into the house. She set to work, mopping up the blood and vomit, didn't even bother diluting the bleach before she spread it over the floor. It would probably damage the linolium. She didn't particularly mind.

Brooke frowned as she watched Geenie leave. She pushed herself off of the floor and walked past Claire, her dog Lucky trailing right behind her. Brooke slammed the glass door behind her as her bare feet stepped onto the cold grass. Her eyes narrowed as she ran through the backyard and reached the house. She once again slammed the door behind her after Lucky had made her way inside. The large dog barked once it had gotten the scent of Claire's small cat and dog that were upstairs. If Brooke didn't like animals that much she would've found a way to unlock Claire's door so that Lucky could "play" with her pets but she decided against it. Instead she slowly made her way upstairs, putting her hand over her nose and mouth she she got a whiff of the blood scent.

"Get out of my house!" She screeched when she saw the bit of blood that was left on the once perfect floor. "Get out, get out, get out, get out!"

Geenie whirled as she heard the child's shouts. She stalked to the door and stared down at the child, anger coursing always just under the surface, just barely under her control. Her expression was lifeless, hopefully, but more than likely it was cold, colder than was necessary.

"Why?" she asked quietly, almost in a whisper. "You want us to leave, why? What did we do, Brooke, that makes you so angry? What's so wrong with us being here?!"

She was losing the anger battle. Somehow, without thinking, her voice rose steadily, until she was toe to toe with a seven-year-old in a shouting match.

Brooke crossed her arms and glared up at the older girl. A strong wave of hate was filling her body. She knew that she didn't hate Geenie because she wasn't the one that killed her parents but she was an effect of it.

"Because!" Brooke shouted back. "Because I say so and so will my dad when he gets home!" Tears now streamed slowly down her cheecks as she reached out and punched the older girl in the stomach. She was sure that she would've punched her in the face if she was tall enough.

Claire raced to her sister's side, and gasped in horror as Brooke punched Geenie in the stomach. "Geenie! Are you okay?" Claire asked, and her voice was shaking in worry. First, Tobi went and almost bled to death, now Geenie gets punched in the stomach. What would happen to Claire now?

Tobi's eyes managed to crack open enough to faintly see. 'I am on a bed... In a car... Medicine... I'm in an ambulance... Not again' He felt uneasy as the aching turned into a sharp pain. Again, his surroundings were blurry and he vomited again. "Hey! Kid!" The ambulance driver didn't seem happy... 'I need... Food. Where did Claire and Geenie go? Even Brooke...' He wondered.

Geenie's breathe escaped in a whoosh and she stumbled back. The girl had a punch, but she was just too small to cause too much damage. She waved Claire away, coughing a little. "I'm fine." She turned to Brooke.

"I'm so sorry you lost your mother, Brooke," she said quietly. "But she and your father have gone away and they are not coming back. And no matter how you or I may feel right now, we're sisters. I'm not leaving you alone. So deal with it, little girl," she said, poking her in the middle of her forehead.

"Can we go to the hospital now," she asked, Claire.

Brooke turned away and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened. She walked down the hall until she reached the white door with pink letter that read BROOKE. She pushed the door open and gently shut it as she moved into the large room. She sat down on the dloor next to her bed and rested her head on her hands as she layed on her stomach.

She wiped the tears from her face and shut her eyes, exhausted from fighting as she slowly fell asleep, not minding that it was still late afternoon.

Tyler turned the car on and turned the music on as well as the air conditioner. He leaned back in the car's leather seat. "Common guys!" He said, becoming a bit un patient.

Brooke woke up around twenty minutes later. She walked out of the entirely pink room, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Her small feet slid against the wood floors as she walked into the large bedroom at the end of the hallway where she remembered her new siblings to be before she fell asleep.

She was right. They were still in there. Brooke walked in without looking at either of them, sitting down on the floor and waiting to see what was going on.