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Sisterly Love

Something was wrong. Lara knew it the second she stepped out of her car onto the Croft property. The huge iron gates of the Croft manor swung in the breeze. Lara looked around. The gates were never unlocked. Something was wrong.

Lara pulled a knife from her black boot. Holding the small blade by her side she walked to the front door. The door was ajar. Lara raised the knife and pushed it open. She peered inside. No one was in sight and nothing looked out of the ordinary. Lara kept her knife out as she stepped inside.

Hillary, her butler, was laying motionless on the floor of the living room. A silver tray and a broken mug that once contained tea lay by his body. Lara ran over to him, quickly checking for a pulse. There was one. Hillary was only unconscious. Lara stood, looking around for Bryce. She saw him, by his computer. His head resting on the keyboard. Lara sighed. She was back.

There was only one person who would have done this. Lara walked into the dinning room. There she was. Sitting at the head of the table, facing Lara, a smirk on her face and mischief in her brown eyes. She was dressed all in black, heavy combat boots on her feet, which had found a resting place on the table. She was sitting with her hands folded neatly in her lap, the perfect picture.

"What are you doing here?" Lara asked. She was in no mood for this.

"Is that anyway to greet your sister?" The woman smirked.

"Half sister." Lara corrected. "And last time I looked, it wasn't considered polite to break into someone's house and render the inhabitants unconscious."

"Oops." The woman said. "Must be because I'm nothing but an ignorant American. Not fit to reside with a British lady such as yourself."

"Tristen, I have never treated you any differently then any other members of my family. I have even offered you a place to stay in the manor."

Tristen narrowed her eyes, annoyed that Lara was right.

"So what do you want this time Tristen? Money?" Lara knew that wasn't the reason Tristen had re-entered her life. Tristen was doing fine on her own as a singer, the only reason Lara mentioned it was to annoy her.

"No." Tristen said flatly. Lara could tell that she had accomplished her task of annoying her. "I want you to stay away from Alex West." Tristen got up from the table and walked over to Lara, her comical expression gone and her normal, angry glare returning to her face.

"What are you talking about? I can bearly stand Alex West as it is."

"Don't give me that bullshit." Tristen snapped. "I've seen the way you look at him. He's mine now, so back off."

"By all means, go right ahead Tristen. I will not be the one to stop you." Lara turned and walked out of the room. She knew Tristen would find her own way out. She always did.

"Hold on, I'm not done talking to you yet!" Tristen shouted.

Lara ignored her and continued walking. She went upstairs and located a medical kit to treat Bryce and Hillary. When she came back down stairs Tristen was gone. However, she had left several spray painted phrases across the dinning room. Lara shook her head. Tristen always was immature.

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"Hold on a minute, Lara." Bryce said, touching the lump on the back of his head. "You're telling me that you've got a half sister? I thought you were an only child."

Lara, Hillary and Bryce were sitting in the living room. Lara was curled up on a chair. She had to explain to Hillary and Bryce why they had been rendered unconscious. Hillary knew who Tristen was, however, Bryce had only started working for Lara for a little over a year and she hadn't told him about her half sister yet.

Lara cleared her throat. "After my mother died my father had an affair with a poor girl who lived in America. My father supported her until he found that she was seeing several other people. At the time she knew she was pregnant with Tristen, but she didn't tell my father. When I was thirteen and Tristen was seven Tristen's mum went after my dad. She had resorted to prostitution and decided that she had a better life being my father's mistress. She threatened to tell the tabloids if he didn't support them. My father agreed, he had to. But when my father died she had no one to black mail and she committed suicide."

"What happened to Tristen?" Bryce asked.

"I'm not sure. She went to a foster home, I suppose. When she turned eighteen she ran away to New York City and started her career as a singer, which is what she's still doing today." Lara said.

"What did she want this time?" Hillary asked.

"She told me to stay away from Alex West."

"That'll be a difficult task, won't it?" Bryce quipped.

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