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"Rooosie! Where are you?" Lissa hollered drunkenly.

I giggled and climbed off the guy I'd just been making out with. "Sorry, whatever-your-name-is. That's my sister," I slurred out and stumbled away from him.

The guy reached out for me. "Wait…" He exclaimed in disappointment. I smiled to myself. This was obviously another fool who thought that he was going to have a relationship with me. Bring it on, I thought to myself. Time to start the game of heartbreak. I didn't believe in love. There hadn't been enough of it in my life so far, I guess.

At my old school, I was known for being a heartbreaker, as well as being a daredevil. People could always count on me for a good time. Lissa was the sweet and smart one who balanced me out. For the past two years, we hadn't had a real home. We had friends from school that we lived with-well, in their basement or attic at least. We never stayed for long. Actually getting enrolled in school was difficult as well. Lissa was amazing at convincing people and negotiating deals. She should seriously be a lawyer some day. She convinced the principals that our parents were shut-ins, or that we lived with only our crippled mother because our dad had ran off when we were babies.

I was excellent at forging signatures- that's how we got the paperwork signed. Unfortunately, we could never go on any field trips because we didn't have any money. Schools grew suspicious after a while, so we would drop out and move away as quickly as possible.

Foster homes suck. Lissa and I had been tossed around from foster home to foster home since we were five. After a while, I grew sick of moving every six months or so, and Lissa began to grow more and more unstable. TO protect her, we ran. And we've been on the run for two years.

Maybe I should explain something. Lissa's mental state was very fragile at times. She got upset easily and I'd caught her cutting herself a few times. When we were little, our father was married to my mother. While she'd been pregnant with me, he'd had an affair with another woman-Lissa's mom. When Lissa's mother learned she was pregnant and my dad refused to help support the baby, Lissa's mom told my mom everything. My mom left, and, as revenge, dropped me and Lissa off at his doorstep. I suppose he was nice at first, but I don't really remember. My earliest memory was of him pushing me down the stairs. I had been running around screaming and yelling while my dad was trying to work. My dad had stormed out, his face red and pushed me when I ran past him. After that, it's all a blur of sounds: Lissa screaming, my dad yelling, and me, my heavy breathing drowning out nearly everything else.

My dad abused us. For me, it was more physical. For Lissa, it was physical and mental. He would tell her she was worthless, a bitch. It was her fault my mother had left him, according to him. Everything was her fault. If he lost his job, it was because he had to take care of and worry about a bitch hell-bent on ruining his life. He beat me and Lissa almost every day.

I knew it had to stop when he pulled the gun out on us. Even at age five, I was independent. I was constantly trying to protect Lissa from his wrath. I saved her from some of the physical stuff, but I could never prevent the mental mind games he played with her. I called the police. My father was arrested. We were shipped off to our first foster home. It became clear to me they didn't have the love and support Lissa needed to heal.

I threw a temper tantrum and they kicked us out to our next foster home. The changes in Lissa were not subtle at first. She grew pale and withdrawn, barely speaking to anyone but me. Our foster parents took her to counseling and even enlisted me to try to get what was bugging her out of her. After about two months my constant badgering, she finally burst. She screamed that she wasn't good enough for friends, that she wasn't good enough for anything.

For the next eleven years, I told her that I loved her and that she was an amazing person, no matter what. It worked-to an extent. She grew more open and happy and social, making friends at school and even joining a sport, though she quit soon after because she sucked. Every so often, though, I would see a glimpse of lingering sadness in her eyes. I knew that my father's words could never be forgotten in her mind. What he had done to her could never be healed. And for that, I would never forgive him.

I suppose that being reckless was my way of dealing with what my dad had done to us. I figured that the worst had already happened to me, so why the hell not take the risk?

Back to the idiot at the bar.

I turned around and smiled my man-eating smile at the poor bastard who thought he could have me. "Sorry, but my sister really needs me" I told him insincerely. His face dropped.

"Well, could I at least get your phone number?" He asked desperately. Did he seriously not get it? I didn't want to be in a relationship.

My amusement at his foolishness faded. "Look, dude, I'm not interested, got it?" I snapped impatiently. "You're not even cute," I muttered before turning away.

A few seconds later, a hand grabbed my shoulder and jerked me back. I was already staggering; I'd had a lot to drink tonight and that caused me to practically fall. My eyes narrowed in fury. I had a temper.

I turned to face the retard who'd shoved me. "What the hell?" I shrieked. It was the guy I'd just turned down.

He was really angry with me. "If you have something to say, then say it to my face," He snarled.

I sighed. This guy had serious issues with being turned down. "Fine. I don't like you. I don't even know your name! But I'm drunk, and you're desperate. But I'm not interested," I spat out the last words.

He punched me. The fucking asshole actually had the nerve to punch me. "You bitch!"

I kicked him in the groin. "Yea, I am a bitch. And if you ever touch me again, I will break every bone in your body," I threatened. Just then, another guy ran up and helped the freak who'd punched me up.

"I called the police." The guy said, holding up his cell phone just as Lissa reached my side. She gasped and looked at me.

"Rose, what are we going to do? The police can't catch us!" She said, horror creeping into her tone.

I looked at her calmly, even though inside I was freaking out. "Liss, calm down. I'll get us out of this." I turned to the two guys and skewered them with my gaze. "I hope you're happy. You've upset my sister." I said haughtily. Lissa sniffed and looked at them tearfully.

The guy's eyebrows rose. "Well, tell your sister-" I whirled around and stormed off before he could complete his sentence. I dragged Lissa with me. There was no way I was letting Lissa hear that thought, which was probably something along the lines of, "Get her some mental help."

Lissa pulled back. I stopped. "Lissa, we're leaving." I said impatiently.

She shook her head. "I have to get my purse," She said stubbornly.

I sighed. "When we get out of here, we'll buy you a new purse. Now come on, do you really wanna get caught?" The alcoholic buzz had faded enough for me to realize that this was a crisis.

Lissa didn't argue as I dragged her through the crowd. The security guard blocked the entrance.

I put on my best smile. "Me and my sister are tired. Can we leave?" I purred.

His expression didn't change. "Sorry," He said gruffly. He didn't sound sorry at all. "I've been instructed not to let anyone leave."

My smile dropped off and I tried to move around him. "Please, this is an emergency! We need to get home before our parents start to worry." I said desperately.

He shook his head stoically. "Not my problem. Now step away from the door." Panic clawed at me.

I tried again to move around him. I whirled around. "Lissa! Try to convince him!" I begged.

Lissa looked terrified as she stepped up to deal with the creepy security guard. "Please, sir, we really have to go-" She started, but a banging at the door cut her off. The security guard opened the door and policemen swarmed in.

"Oh shit," I said, and grabbed Lissa's hand. "Run!"

We ran past the two guys that were responsible for this whole mess. They grabbed at Lissa's coat. She shrieked and slipped out of it.

"Stop right there!" A loud, deep voice commanded us. I only ran faster.

We pushed through the emergency exit door and kept on running. I heard footsteps behind us. "Crap, Lissa, we're gonna get caught." I said, panting.

She whimpered and we slowed to a walk. The policemen surrounded us almost instantly. One, obviously the leader, stepped forward. "Are you two the girls that threatened Mr. Zeklos?"

I furrowed my brow in confusion. "Who?" I asked innocently. Maybe I could lie my way out of this.

"Did you or did you not assault a young man tonight about 20 minutes ago?" This guy wanted to arrest someone, bad.

I blinked. "Of course not!" I exclaimed. "We were just trying to get home in time for dinner and the stupid security guard wouldn't let us leave." I pouted.

The policeman's forehead creased. "Why didn't you stop when we called out to you?"

Lissa stepped in. "You called?" She questioned innocently. "Wow, I guess we didn't hear you."

Another policeman stepped forward. "Even if your story is true, we still have to take you down to the station." He said authoratively. The other policemen looked confused.

"But if they're innocent-" He started.

"Matt, can I talk to you over there?" The policeman named Matt nodded and they stepped outside of the ring of policemen.

They came back a few seconds later.

"Alright, sorry girls. We're going to have to take you in." Matt said. I really didn't like that dude.

Lissa clutched my hand. I stepped forward. "Hey! We haven't done anything wrong!" I said indignantly.

He rolled his eyes. "Come on Rosemarie. Why don't you just come willingly? Unless you like handcuffs." He reached for his belt.

"No, no! I'll come." I said quickly.

It was only when I got into the car that I realized Matt had used my name. I was positive no one at the club knew my real name and I sure as hell hadn't told them.

Which meant one thing: They knew who we were.

Oh, shit.

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This story is second priority! That means I'll update every week or so. Most likely, I'll just update every time I finish a chapter. That means it could be anywhere from a couple of days to three or four weeks. I'll try to get an update in every week though. I promise!