You lay in bed crying. Hair that is usually pinned up into a neat bun, is skewed and fanned around you, the black locks free of their prison. Make up, precise and done carefully is messed up and running down your face with tears. Oh don't want to get up. You want to scream and curse, and just fucking kill that asshole.

You can't believe that your boyfriend, the guy you were in love with, would cheat on you. With a guy you were both friends with. You would be okay if he had broken up with you and then dated the other guy, possibly with a "I'm sorry Damara but I love someone else,". You would have been okay! A little heart broken sure, but able to continue with a reasonable friendship and knowing everything was going to be fine. But no, you just had to find out by walking down a hallway, and finding him with his tongue down someone else's throat and hands under their shirt. Running the opposite way with him yelling "Wait doll! Let me explain!"

Meenah, that fucking fish pun loving bitch, just had to make you feel worse, laughing at how gullible you were to think anyone could love you, and showing photos and messages between the accused couple, probably given to her by her the many ass kissing fuckers who only hang with her to seem cool.

You deleted him from your phone, taking the many pictures of him and burning them with your father's lighter. Ridding the room of the things he gave you, getting rid of his presence from your life.

You are too busy crying to notice your bedroom door open.

"'Mara? 'Mara why you cry?"

You sniffle and look at the door, your four year old little sister standing there. Her unruly black hair hangs at her shoulders, the cute maroon dress your mother put her in having smudges of suspicious looking dirt stains. She holds the white plush ram she dubbed 'Ram mom', and looks at you with the same burgundy eyes you have. Both of you have Japanese features from your mom.

"Go away. I don't want to talk to anyone," You growl out pitifully.

Aradia tilts her head and gurgled out a few words.

"But you sad. I don't like sad," she toddles to your bed side and climbs on your bed. Aradia sits in front of you, large doe eyes filled with innocence.

Still so innocent. She doesn't know of heart break, to lose someone, to have someone destroy your life.

"I'm fine,"

"No youre not. Why?" Her head tilts. She isn't going to leave until she gets an answer. Stubborn little baby.

"You remember Rufioh?,"

"He nice. You really really like him,"

"Liked," you correct. She frowns.

"Liked?"

"Yes. He... Broke my heart."

Aradia points to where her heart is.

"Here? How he break your heart? You hurt? Is 'Mara hurt?!" you little sister has tears in her eyes.

"Not physically. But yes my heart hurts. He was loving someone else while he was loving me," you try to simplify it to a child's understand.

"... That bad?" You nod.

"He not a good boy. If he loved you then he wouldn't have loved someone else," she huffs and cuddles into your arms.

"Cuddles make everything better," she mumbled out, snuggling into your chest.

Sometimes, like now, you are glad you have a younger sister who cares. She'll grow up to be a great person. You remember your promise you made to teach her Japanese, your mother's language.

"Do you think Mother and Father will kill him?" She asks.

Oh. You almost forgot your step father was a member of the Midnight Crew and your mother is an assassin.

You smirk.

"Hopefully,"

Added Note:

Mother: Handmaid

Father: Diamond Droogs

Obviously the accused couple is Horuss and Rufioh.

I want to punch Rufioh and Mennah in the face for hurting Damara