Trina Echolls went to live with her father when she was twenty one. She had lived with him for a few years as a teenager, but had left when Aaron was able to get her lucrative enough roles that she could support herself as soon as she turned eighteen. She had moved out with dreams of the stardom that her father had waved in the faces of normal people for years. And it had lasted for several years, but when she was having trouble finding roles in even daytime murder mysteries, she resigned herself to having to move back home.

It wasn't her father that was the problem, Trina reminded herself as she moved boxes from her expensive apartment to her car. It was the stepmother. Lynn was the epitome of a rich housewife, despite the fact that she had had a pretty successful acting career of her own. She lounged on the couches, sipping whatever alcohol she had gotten her hands on that day, and occasionally (frequently) taking the opportunity to flounce around the house in a bikini.

But she wasn't that bad. Trina knew that moving into her father's mansion of a home was the best decision for her right now. She needed the stability it would give her, and she could deal with Lynn as payment for that.

Aaron greeted Trina enthusiastically as she pulled up to the house. Trina was reminded that this was a good decision. Just seeing her dad there to welcome her gave her a sense of calm that she'd missed while scrambling from audition to audition. "Daddy!" she squealed, hopping out of her car.

He pulled her into an embrace. "It's good to see you, Trin," he said. "We're all thrilled to have you here."

Trina imagined that was true for Aaron, but for Lynn and Logan, it was probably a little bit of a stretch. She hugged him back and said, "I'm thrilled to be here too," anyway.

They got her moved in pretty quickly. She had been used to fitting her life into LA apartments, and thus had less belongings than she ever could have imagined when she was the spoiled teenage daughter of Aaron Echolls.

She followed her father out to the family room, where her younger brother was sitting on the couch with three of his friends. Trina's relationship with Logan had been antagonistic at worst, nonexistent at best. He'd been only ten when she moved out last, but he'd already shown the signs of becoming the epitome of a spoiled movie star's son. She'd barely spoken to him since then, but judging by just his posture and stupid grin as Trina walked into the room, she could already tell that he had continued down that path.

Logan didn't greet her when she walked in, until Aaron put his hand on her back and said, "Logan, say hi to your sister."

He looked up at them, caught in the middle of rolling his eyes. "Hi, Trina. So you've decided to grace our household with your presence once again? And here I thought playing dead hookers was skyrocketing your career."

"Always nice to see you, Logan," Trina responded, forcing a smile that she knew was obviously fake.

Logan's three friends stared at her with differing responses to the tension. She recognized Duncan, who had sometimes been around the house when she came to visit. He had a small smile as he waved to her, obviously very good at ignoring the rage bottled up inside Logan. Then there were two blonde girls. One looked horrified, while the other was actually smirking.

Trina huffed. She turned and walked away, with her father stopping to shoot Logan a look before he followed after her.

.~.

Trina learned that Logan had two very distinct personalities. Most of the time, he was cocky and loud and, though Trina hated to admit it, kind of funny. There were several times she had had to turn away to stifle a laugh after a well timed quip by her brother at one of their parents' expense. More often, those jokes were at her expense, and she found herself in a verbal sparring match with him. She hated him, but she also had to admit to herself that he was pretty typical of a fourteen year old boy.

But then there was the personality that showed itself only at home, rarely, and with no warning. He could've been puffing out his chest and taking everyone down with his humor twenty minutes ago, and then he would just become this entirely other person. He would hunch in his shoulders, refuse to make eye contact. He became the least vocal person in the world, stuttering through his sentences while he made excuses to get out of the room.

He was just an overall weird kid, but could she blame him, with a movie star father and an obviously alcoholic mother. She supposed she could be nicer to him, but it was hard when he was such an unapologetic asshole.

.~.

Logan had been spending a lot of time with that blonde girl who had smirked at Trina. Lilly. She had brought out a streak in him that had him even more arrogant and defiant than usual.

He spent almost no time at home, opting instead to inhabit the Kane home with that rat pack of friends he kept around. He would arrive home usually only minutes before his curfew, sporting a grin that Trina had a weird urge to smack off his face.

The only times that Logan allowed himself to be forced into interacting with the family was during interviews and press conferences. Trina imagined he was around for this less by free will and more because Aaron demanded they all be there. And Aaron was a hard man to say no to.

One night, Trina was up late watching TV when she heard the door open and close slowly. She looked up to see her brother walking cautiously into the house, holding his shoes and glancing down each hallway he passed. She looked down at her phone. 1:17 AM.

"Tsk, tsk, brother," Trina sang. She paused her show and twisted her entire body to face him.

Logan noticed she was there and froze. After a second passed, he looked away from her to search the room for other signs of life.

"Mom and Dad are asleep," Trina assured him, watching him carefully for his reaction. She wondered how she could use this to her advantage. Most of what he'd gotten into trouble for lately was just general defiance, but breaking curfew had been a pretty big offense when she was a teenager. She could get Logan in some serious trouble for this.

Logan set his shoes down by the couch tentatively. He was beginning to lower himself to sit down on the couch just as their dad entered the room.

Aaron was wearing just lounge pants, rubbing his eyes. His long hair stuck up in a mock lion's mane.

Trina sensed more than saw Logan's entire body freeze. The sound of his breathing halted as his breath caught in the face of being found out.

"Is everything alright?" Aaron asked as he pushed his hair back. His eyes were half open. "I heard the door open."

Trina looked over at her brother, feeling triumphant, as she prepared to rat him out. The look on Logan's face caused her to hesitate. There was that second personality. His eyes were wide, and he was staring at her like she held his entire life in her hands. He mouthed the word please.

Trina accepted defeat. She could be cruel, but she didn't have it in her to deny the pleading of a kid looking like that. She turned back to her father. "Everything's fine. Logan was farting like a maniac, so I made him take it outside." She flashed Aaron a grin.

Beside her, Logan relaxed, and his breathing returned. He turned to watch Aaron's reaction. "That's what she gets for wanting broccoli with dinner tonight. What freak wants broccoli?"

Aaron chuckled. He waved his hand tiredly. "Play nice," he mumbled and returned down the hallway to his bedroom.

"Thanks," Logan breathed, settling into the couch.

"Yeah, whatever," Trina responded, unpausing her show.

.~.

Trina didn't really get into trouble anymore. She was a grown woman so Aaron didn't really set rules for her, and she didn't have the penchant for embarrassing public gestures that her younger brother did. She saw real anger directed at her from Aaron for the first time in a long time after living with him for almost six months.

But then she got caught going into a porta-pottie at a musical festival with a guy. Sure, it was a little undignified, but she was young, and she still had time to make mistakes. Unfortunately, musical festivals made it easy for paparazzi to hide in the crowd, and there were a lot of incriminating pictures of the couple going into the porta-pottie and coming out afterward. She hadn't even had the good sense to make sure she'd put her shirt back on the right way.

Trina's face burned as she stared at the sleazy gossip TV show. They had blown up the photos as large as possible. She sat in the living room on the couch, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees.

Logan walked by, opening a soda bottle. He snickered as the picture flashed across the screen. "Classy, Trin," he said, laughing. He plopped down next to her. "Or was this just research for another role as some tramp with two lines?"

Trina turned to her brother. She was just about to respond when she heard the front door open and slam shut. "Trina!" Aaron's voice echoed through the house.

Trina took a deep breath and prepared for the lecture. She jumped in her seat as Aaron entered the room, slamming his fist against the wall near the entryway. "Goddammit!" he shouted. His hair fell over his face and he brushed it away quickly.

Trina looked over and saw that her brother had half risen to standing. He was frozen in an awkward position, watching their father carefully.

"Do you realize how this makes me look?" Aaron hissed out, stalking closer to his kids. "Do you want the entire world to think that I raised my daughter to have sex with random men in porta-potties?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Trina said. She looked up at him, widening her eyes and pressing out her bottom lip. "I made a mistake. I really messed up, Daddy. I'm so sorry. I'll do anything to make you forgive me."

Logan rolled his eyes at her and rose to be completely standing. He hovered by the edge of the couch, behind Aaron's back. To Trina, it looked like he was ready to take off.

Aaron ran his hand through his hair. He seemed to calm down almost immediately, as if his rage had an off switch. "Just… just don't even think about doing anything like this ever again, got it?"

Trina nodded emphatically. "Of course, Daddy."

Aaron huffed and spun on his heel. As he stormed out of the room, he passed Logan, who took a step away and watched silently as his father left the room. Logan walked back over to the couch and sat down just as the front door slamming signaled Aaron leaving the house.

Trina sighed, fighting back tears. Most people's opinions didn't matter to her, but she hated feeling like she had disappointed her father. She felt like a deep pit had settled in her stomach. She swallowed heavily and stared at the TV, no longer comprehending what she was watching.

Logan grabbed the remote off of the coffee table. He looked over at her like he was expecting her to object and shrugged when she didn't say anything. He flipped the channels until he found Family Guy playing.

They sat in silence for a long time until, out of nowhere, Logan said, "I don't know why you're sniffling over there. You got off easy." Trina could hear the sneer in his voice.

She huffed and looked over at him. He was sitting up rigidly straight, hands grasping his knees. "Shut up, dimwit. You have no idea what you're talking is between me and Dad." She tried to covertly wipe her eyes.

He rolled his eyes and gave her a passing glare before returning to staring straight forward at the TV. "You think I've never embarrassed Dad before? I'm the disappointing child, remember?" He sat back finally, but still didn't look relaxed.

Trina stood up to walked over to the bookshelf, where a box of tissues sat in front of the unread books. She grabbed a tissue and carefully dabbed at her running eye makeup. "So then what? You think he's worse when you embarrass him?"

Logan opened his mouth to respond but stumbled over his tongue at first. Then he tried again and got out the words, "He beats me." He still wasn't looking at her. He looked casual, like he hadn't even spoken and was still engrossed in the show before him.

Trina's mouth dropped open. "Logan! That's not funny." She looked down the hallway to see if anyone was approaching. She couldn't remember if Lynn was home. Logan whipped his head to look at her, his eyes narrowing. Trina continued, "Jesus Christ. You shouldn't joke about things like that. That's low for even you."

Logan's mouth contorted into a snarl. He stared at her for just long enough that it made her uncomfortable then said, "I'm not joking. After the time I flipped off a reporter through the car window, he waited until we were away from the reporters then pulled over and burned me with his cigarette."

She remembered the stories about Aaron Echolls' son making crude gestures at paparazzo a couple months ago. Their father had been livid, storming around the house for hours while fielding calls from his agent asking for comments to give reporters. Logan had conveniently disappeared to the Kanes' house for a few days.

"You are morbid, little brother," Trina responded, chuckling.

"I'm serious!" Logan yelled. He immediately seemed taken aback by how loud his voice was.

She tried to imagine her father doing something like that. Aaron wasn't exactly a saint—it was no secret that he made a hobby of cheating on Lynn—but he wasn't an abuser. Could he lose his temper sometimes? Yes. Was he violent? No.

She formed an image in her head of Aaron pulling a cigarette from between his lips and then pressing it into Logan's skin. It just didn't work. That wouldn't happen. If Aaron abused Logan, she would have seen it. She lived in that house with them. That kind of thing is hard to hide, right?

Aaron had never doted on Logan as much as Trina. Was Logan just bitter? How could he even make accusations like that?

Trina realized she had been staring at Logan for a long time. "Logan, stop."

"When I got a broken nose on my tenth birthday? He broke my nose."

"Dad wouldn't—"

"He whips me with his belt."

"Logan, stop!"

Her brother finally fell silent and looked at her expectantly. Trina fumbled for something to say but couldn't come up with anything. Logan stood up from the couch but didn't go anywhere. He remained there, just watching her, expecting her to have something, anything to say to him.

Eventually Trina settled on saying. "Why are you doing this? Dad loves us. He'd be so hurt if he found out you were saying this shit."

Logan laughed and rolled his eyes. Trina had to admit that she was relieved his weird tenseness had disappeared. Suddenly he was back to being the disrespectful, smartass brother she knew so well. She knew how to handle this personality.

He ran his hand over his face, still chuckling. "Well I wouldn't want to hurt Daddy Dearest's feelings, would I?" He lashed out his hand and, in one motion, swiped everything off the coffee table. Remotes and coasters clattered to the floor. Trina took a step back.

"He's such a good dad, after all," Logan added, sarcasm saturating his words. "You're right, Trina. I made it all up. I just wanted to get back at Daddy for not paying attention to me. Because I'm the troubled child, and we all know it!"

Before Trina could further chastise him, he was storming down the hallway, throwing his hands up and forming peace signs with his fingers. "Talk to you later, bitch," he shouted before turning the corner and disappearing. A few moments later, she heard his bedroom door slam with so much force that something on the wall clattered to the ground.

She stood in place for a little bit longer, gathering herself, then picked up everything Logan had knocked off the table, putting them back in order with shaking hands. then she went to find what had fallen from the wall. As she replaced the painting on its wall hook, she realized she was fighting off tears again.

The front door opened, and Trina assumed that meant Aaron was home again. She took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, and walked quickly down the stairs to meet him. Aaron saw her approach and smiled at her. "Hi, Trin," he said softly.

Her first instinct was to snitch about the lies Logan had been telling, but she felt the words get caught in her throat. She thought of the empty look in her little brother's eyes while he said the words, "He beats me." Her stomach felt like it had suddenly dropped to her feet while she thought of trying to relay the conversation she had just had to the father it was about.

She looked at Aaron smiling at her and walked toward him, opening her arms for a hug. "Aw, honey," Aaron said as he pulled her close. He patted her back. "I hope you're not still upset about me yelling at you. I've handled the reporters. It's going to be okay."

"I know, Daddy," Trina whispered.

She tried to imagine the hands enveloping her suddenly becoming violent. She couldn't do it. Because Aaron was a good father. He really was.

Trina pushed the phrases "burned me with his cigarette" and "broke my nose" out of her mind. They weren't true.

Because her brother was a liar, and Aaron was not an abuser.

She had a good father.