Ok so this is the story Lissa and Rose are sisters well half sisters. Lissa's mom cheated on her dad with Abe Mazur which got her Rose.

Rose's point of view (Aged five years.)

"Mommy?" I asked as I yawned. "Yes my dear Rosie Posie," she said with a content sigh. "What's a half sister?" My bottom lip was trembling as I remembered what dad said.

"Where on earth did you hear that?" Mommy said fully awake and giving me an intent look as she gazed upon my face. "You and dad were arguing earlier. I went downstairs and I heard him call me that."

"Oh Rosie," Mommy said as she gave me a bone crushing hug. I just laid there cuddled into my mom's side. I listened to her heart beat and the sound of her breathing. "Rosie?" Mom asked as I fell asleep.

"Yes, Mommy?" I said while yawning. "I want you to know I love you both and Eric had no right to say that. I'll talk to him tomorrow.""Okay Mommy," I said as I started drifting off into la-la land. "I love you baby." I barely got out a "You too, Mommy," as I fell into my dreams.

I woke up to Lissa jumping on my bed and Andre poking my forehead. "Go 'way," I said grumpily and turned over. "Aw Rosie, you know you want 'ta come out of that bed and race your dear brother," Andre paused for a minute; a dimple creasing his forehead, "and do whatever girly stuff you do with Liss."

I slowly got out of bed, and rubbed my eyes. Lissa stopped jumping on my bed and ran down the stairs. Andre waited patiently for me and acted like one of our guardians, which ironically were standing by the favorite guardian was standing by the door.

Her name is Alberta Petrov. One of my least favorites was standing next to her glaring at me for some unknown reason. She always seemed to hate me no matter what I did. I could just be sitting there and she would be glaring at me. I honestly don't know why Mommy keeps her around.

"Hey Sis, when was the last time you fed?" Andre asked with worry lacing his every word. He must have noticed how pale I was getting. I don't like having to drink from people, it grosses me out in a major degree. "Umm, a while," I said while my nose was still scrunched up from the thought of drinking from others."Come on Rosie you know you have to. No matter how much you dislike it," he sighed in frustration.

"O- tay Andre" I said while taking his hand as he led me off to the feeding room. Lissa was the care free sunshine one of the family, she was also Daddy's girl. She got her way or the highway as most others would say. I was Mama's little angel.I didn't throw fits and when I did it was because someone really upset me.

Andre was sort of in between, he was go with the flow and take care of everyone. He always looked out for me and Lissa, even when we were at the academy surrounded by people. He knew exactly where to find us and how to cheer us we were done we ran down the stairs to breakfast.

Lissa was sitting in dad's lap talking it up like there was no time left in the world. He cast me a glare over her head that nobody besides mom and I saw. Andre was to fixated on the food in front of him and Lissa was to focused on what she was saying to care what he was looking at. I slid behind mom's leg as she gave him a glare of her own.

"Eric breakfast is ready," she said in a false warm and sugar coated voice. "Come on Vasya, let's get some nummies in that little tummy." he said while kissing her forehead. He was all soft and cuddly around Lissa and down right mean around me.

The other day he actually hit me, I still have the bruise to prove it but I won't tell mommy. Mommy has more important matters than a hand shaped bruise on my back. After breakfast mom and I went to my room. I forgot she was there and took off my pajama shirt.

"Rosemarie where on earth did you get that bruise?" she shouted with tears streaming down her face.

"I made dad angry and he hit me. It's okay Mommy it doesn't hurt that much," I said while putting my hand on her face. "That's it I'm calling Abe he deserves to know about this," she said with resound anger flooding her face.

"Who's Abe, Mommy?" She gave me a sad smile before saying "your real daddy." With that she pulled out this little silver cell phone and dialed a number. "Rosie, why don't you go play with Andre after you get dressed."

I pulled a t-shirt out of my dresser. It was purple with angel written on it in glittery silver lettering. I tugged the shirt on and ran out to find Andre. Wondering if i'll ever get to meet this Abe that Mommy said is my real Daddy. i hope he's nice and not at all like Eric.