"I'ma fuck up my life,

I'ma fuck up my life,

We gon' party all night,

She don't care if I die,

Yeah, right, yeah, right,

Yeah, I bet you won't cry,

Yeah, I bet you won't try,

But you know I don't mind,

But you know I don't mind."

Yeah Right – Joji

Chapter 2: To My Sister Claire

"Chris, are you being serious!?" Leon shouted over the phone, "You're gonna join the army?"

"Yes," Chris replied with absolute certainty. While he was talking with Leon on the phone, he was picking out shirts and jeans and packing them into his grey duffle bag his dad had given to him when he was fifteen-years-old for a camping trip, "Nothing will change my mind."

"But what about your mom?" Leon retorted, "How'd you think this will make her feel?"

Chris stopped in his tracks. Perhaps Leon was right. He loved his mother to death and he said so himself; she was the only reason he was still at home. But there was still his asshole for a dad and bitchy Claire. Sometimes one good person vs two who were horrible to him just wasn't enough of a warrant to get him to stay. And because of tonight, it showcased that.

"Sorry, Leon," he sighed, "My decision is final."

"But–"

"Leon! Don't bother, alright? You're my best friend and all, but, I can't take it anymore."

"At least stay one more day before considering! It's Friday tomorrow!" His friend challenged, "Come on, man."

One day? Chris thought. That didn't sound so bad. Sure! Another 24 hours of having to deal with my sister's bullshit and getting shouted at by Ms. Birkin. Could be worse, if it weren't for Leon being around.

"Fine," Chris finally said after a few seconds, "One more day. See you tomorrow."

"Great. See ya!"

Then he hanged up and continued to pack his bags. As time passed after packing, Chris went downstairs to quench the thirst in his mouth. Well, he drank one glass of water followed another, followed by five more, before finally deciding to go back up to his room. He felt the nerves, he was actually going to leave tomorrow. When he arrived at his door Chris noticed something about Claire's room at the far end of the hall: the light was on.

Is she really doing homework? he asked himself. Does she ever? No, that can't be it...

He went to investigate.

Standing in front of her room, Chris thought he could hear some muffled voices coming from inside. But his sister was supposed to be alone...

He knocked on her door.

No answer.

He knocked again.

Still no reply.

This time Chris slowly opened the door and went inside.

"Of course… sure, no problem. Bye," said Claire, taking off her headset and turning off her computer monitor. She stood up from her comfortable leather chair and turned around, stunned to see Chris at her door.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room!?" she asked with a hateful bark. "Did I say you could come in!?"

For a moment Chris couldn't answer because he had just seen what Claire was wearing. His sister was dressed in a black babydoll nightie of semi-transparent fabric, and along with this she wore a pair of matching gloves which extended to the elbows but left her slender fingers uncovered.

Jesus, he thought, I can see through her lingerie.

Indeed he could: through the delicate material of his sister's nightie Chris could make out her black bra and panties underneath, darker in shade though visible within the silken mesh of almost transparent fabric. The low bust of Claire's nightie revealed the abundant cleavage of her c-cup breasts while the hemline ended just above mid-thigh, exposing her long legs of perfect cream. In fact, because his twin sister's skin was so lush and her hair a dazzling dark red, the black material of her lingerie complimented her to a fault.

But why was she dressed like that and who had she been talking to? Could it have been her sexy lesbian or probably bisexual friend, Ada Wong?

After a moment Chris's voice returned. "I did knock," he replied monotonously. "Twice. But you didn't answer so I let myself in."

"Why the hell are you here?"

For some reason, Chris was getting nervous because of his sister's hostile language, even though he was the one who had the right to be furious. "It's nothing bad, okay?" he stammered. "I just went downstairs for a drink and when I came up I saw the light to your room was on. Being your brother I was naturally worried, but when I knocked twice on your door and you didn't answer I came in—but it was only because I was concerned about you, that's all."

"I'm not some fucking kid who needs to be taken care of!" Claire replied, folding her arms under her breasts and darting the most resentful glare at her brother. "Unless I give you permission to enter my room then don't fucking come in."

Chris was now livid. After all, he had just come to check on his sister and make sure she was okay (well, also to spy on her—but she didn't need to know that). All those years of suppressed rage began pouring out of him like a flood:

"You know what, Claire?" he asked heatedly. "Fuck you!" Her eyes widened in shock. "Yeah. That's right, fuck you! You are absolutely the worst sister in the world. You've always been rude to me and barely treat me like a human being: you shove your homework off on me and make me do all the chores you're supposed to be doing and you even humiliate me at school! And today—today you went beyond every limit when you did this to me!" Chris held up the back of his right hand, showing Claire the red scar that was still burned into his flesh.

For a moment he just stood there breathing hard and trying his best to hold back the tears, but a few still managed to creep down his eyes. "Did you forget that you're my sister?" asked Chris wiping his face. "My twin sister! There's supposed to be an unbroken bond of love between us, not hatred. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

Claire took an angry step forward, her loose babydoll nightie rippling with the motion before coming to rest against her naked thighs. She thrust a finger out and barked: "I don't fucking care if we're twins! I don't love you and I never will, you hear that asshole? As far as I'm concerned we're enemies."

Chris had every right to feel the amount of built-up rage within him. And then… nothing. He just smiled and it definitely freaked out Claire.

"Okay," he chuckled, "Thanks for the warning."

He slowly left her room, and now Claire could be in her own peace.

"And by the way," Chris suddenly reappeared by her doorstep and had a final verbal attack up his sleeve, "Tell me: how long have you and Ada been going at it? That's who you were talking to when I came in, right?"

"What...what the fuck did you say!" the redhead spluttered in alarm. Chris was going to reply but his eyes were too busy ogling Claire's chest: right below his sister's hateful face were her breasts, the two creamy spheres squished together and looking so full and lovely, pushing up over the low bust of her black nightie and creating a delicious valley of cleavage. For the moment he could only stare.

"That's right," Chris said after a pause, smiling deviously. "I know all about you and your lesbian girlfriend. Isn't that why you're dressed up like a slut tonight—so you can chat online with her?"

"Get out of my room!" Claire snarled, pointing to her door. Chris moved his hand in case she'd shut the door on his fingers. "Get out!" she screamed. "I order you to get out!"

"Well, I'm at your doorstep, so technically I'm already out of your room," Chris backfired, "So I don't what you're talking about."

"Just fucking get lost!" She stomped towards her front door and slammed it in front of his face. Chris swore he could hear her muttering and cursing him for 'making her life so fucking difficult'. He could only laugh to himself because she had no idea how much she was ruining his own. Thus, that is the main reason he wants to leave.

Chris went back to his room and finalized what he was going to do. Since Leon had surprisingly convinced him not to skip school tomorrow, he planned that he will attend school and go home early, expect more bullshit from Claire, and then, when everyone is asleep, take some money from the family safe hidden in the basement, head to the nearest bus stop that leads to the main city and find another line that will bring him to a boot camp to enlist. And maybe leave a note to notify mom if she started to worry. He then checked his duffle bag; it consisted of three pairs of jeans, five shirts, a couple of underwear, socks and two pairs of sneakers. He also added a black leather jacket that read 'Made in Heaven', their family motto, in the back. There was also a red one with the same design that his mother had made for him, but he never thought of using it once because it believed it looked 'too girly'.

Finally, he took a nice warm shower, brushed his teeth, washed his face, wore a simple white t-shirt and boxer shorts, and headed to bed.

"Another 24 hours," Chris whispered to himself before closing, "What could possibly go wrong?"

The next day Chris and Leon were back in chemistry class, which meant Claire and her band of girlfriends were going to cock up another round of pure nonsense. Ms Birkin wasn't present so they had a substitute teacher, who just happened to be her husband, William Birkin. He wasn't doing much in class besides reading a book.

"Chris," Leon whispered as he watched his friend put a little drop of iodine solution in the test tube, "Are you certain you wanna do this?"

"Do what?" Chris asked sarcastically without looking at him, "Adding the Iodine or the 'join the army' thing I talked about last night?"

"Well, both," he pointed out, "Firstly, Mr Birkin said add droplets of Benedict's solution. Secondly, ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND!"

"Watch your language, Scott!" Mr Birkin scolded, using Leon's middle name, as he kept reading, "And watch your tone."

Unlike Ms Birkin, who was probably in her time of the month yesterday, her husband was more approachable and spoke lightly compared to his wife. And most importantly, he was close to Chris

"Sorry, Mr Birkin," Leon apologised before going back to Chris, "Are you really just gonna walk away from your own family?"

Chris took a moment to respond. This was a tough decision. But it was simple, he already made up his mind, "Yes."

"And you're gonna leave me too to fend off against your sister and her group?"

"You'll be fine," he reassured, "Besides, aren't you into that Ada Wong chick?"

Leon did a quick turn to look at the gorgeous, hot Asian girl and smiled goofily, "Yeah. You're probably right."

Meanwhile, his shouting had attracted the attention of everyone in the science lab, including the mean girls, as Chris now referred to them as. Claire twin raised an eyebrow as Chris felt embarrassed for his friend, again. She mouthed 'such a fucking loser' as she showed him her usual hateful smirk and flashed the middle finger. Chris rolled his eyes. Whatever bitch, he thought, I'll be out of here soon.

Little did Claire know, Mr Birkin flicked his eye at the class and noticed what she did. The substitute teacher stood up with an angry face. He was looking directly at Claire, "Ms Redfield!"

It startled her, "Y-yes Mr Birkin?"

The teacher smirked, "Care to explain to me why you had the audacity to show the middle finger to your own brother?"

This sudden outburst took Claire by surprise, as did her girlfriends, so did the rest of the class. Leon and Chris looked on and mouthed to each other 'oh shit'.

"Um," she stuttered as it took her a few seconds to make a response while Mr Birkin was impatiently tapping his foot on the cold floor, "Well, I–"

"Well then, it's settled," Mr Birkin said, "One-hour detention after school."

Chris's eyes widened, and so did Leon's, and the rest of the class. They couldn't believe. Evil bitch Claire Redfield? Detention after school? No one ever thought that Claire and detention would be in the same sentence. Now it was. And Chris felt such satisfaction.

"EXCUSE ME!?" She exclaimed, "WHAT FOR!?"

"For immature behaviour," Mr Birkin went back to his desk, "And academic malpractice."

"What are you talking about?" She backfired, "I'm a straight A student!"

Chris laughed to himself. Bitch please.

"And from what I heard from your brother a few days ago," Mr Birkin started. Chris was shocked to hear his name being mentioned, "Your success is all thanks to him."

Claire was left speechless, so were her friends who now realised that their ring leader was probably not the hot smart girl they knew, and it could be seen as Claire continued to stutter, "I–I…"

"This conversation is over, Ms Redfield," Mr Birkin said savagely before looking at the rest of the class, "Focus at the task at hand, class. Nothing to see here anymore."

Chris turned his head 180 degrees to see his sister all embarrassed. That's payback, Chris thought victoriously.

"You alright, Chris?" Mr Birkin suddenly placed his hand on his shoulder.

"I'm fine, Mr Birkin," Chris smiled, "Thank you."

Mr Birkin smiled back and patted him before returning to the desk and continued reading his book. Leon tapped Chris on the back trying to get his attention, "Well? Mr Birkin's clearly got your back."

Chris stood corrected, his mother AND Mr Birkin were the only reasons that he could remain in Raccoon City, still didn't change his mind, "Sorry Leon, it's still a no."

The bell had rung which meant that it was lunch time. Chris just ordered from the cafeteria using his weekly allowance, which was a pretty solid $50, courtesy of his mother. Claire on the other hand would always be given the special treatment from dad since he would be the one to make her lunch. At one point Chris asked him why he never made lunch for him, the only son. If Chris could remember what his father said clearly, it went a little something like 'Well if you were more obedient like your sister, I would.'

Leon, on the other, would always bring packed lunch. His mother always made them for him. Lucky bastard, Chris would say to him sometimes.

Chris was eating mashed potato, beans, a slice of pepperoni pizza and a hashbrown while Leon had spinach and ravioli.

"So, you're really going huh?" Leon said for the nine millionth time. It started to annoy Chris, but he couldn't blame his friend. The decision to leave was very surreal.

"Yes." Chris said before he took a bite on his slice of pizza. And then…

"You're such a fucking liar!" Rebecca Chambers shouted. Leon and Chris bumped their heads up to see that the girl group were tormenting Claire, their own 'leader', who wasn't eating at all. And she looked in distraught. She had detention after school and she was dealing with this.

"You're that bad of a student you have your geek-ass brother do everything for you!?" Ada added into the bullying.

"Girl, your so full 'o shit!" Sheva joined.

Leon leaned close to Chris who was watching the whole ordeal and said to him, "Would you look at that? She's finally getting a taste of her own medicine."

"Yeah," Chris said unevenly watching her sister on the verge of tears, "She deserves it."

Leon raised an eyebrow, studying him, "I feel like there's a 'but' in there eventually?"

Chris couldn't give a direct answer, but Leon was right. There was indeed a 'but' coming. It was hard to describe what he was feeling in simple words. He hated Claire, there was no need to sugarcoat that fact. And it was understandable why he hated her. But at the end of the day, even if he hated her, he could tell himself how much of a massive oxymoron he was. Claire was still his sister, so it meant that he still loved her. Chris watched as his sister was nearly close to crying after an insult from Ada that hit him as well.

"I guess you got your mommy's genes," Ada had said, "Beautiful but fucking brain dead."

That crossed the line. And it was at that moment when Chris felt himself immediately stand up and fast walk to the other side of the cafeteria where Claire and her 'friends' were.

"Oh!" Sheva exclaimed as she noticed him, "Look who we got here!"

"Alright 'ladies', your fun time is over," Chris came into the spotlight. And Claire never thought she was glad to see him. He held out a hand to her, "Come on, Claire. Let's go."

The girls snickerd as Rebecca spat, "Are you this weak that you even need your nerdy brother to come to your rescue?"

"Wow, Claire," Chris said in an effeminate voice, "Weren't these girls your friends an hour ago?"

In all honesty, as much as he had a calm demeanor, Chris was angry. He couldn't believe how quick they had turned on his sister like that. And he most certainly didn't like what they were saying. He understood the hypocrisy in him, because he would be saying the exact same thing. However, the fact that they were insulting his family, that's where the line is drawn.

Claire didn't even look at Chris, she felt so embarrassed.

"Claire?" Chris asked gently as he kneeled down to meet her eyes, "Hey, look at me."

She did, slowly. She saw Chris give her a reassuring smile, which finally made her shed a tear.

"It's okay," he comforted, "We may be enemies, but I'm still your brother no matter what. Now come on, let's go. You don't need them."

After a few seconds, she realised how much her brother loved her despite how much she despised him. Without any hesitation, she took his hand and they walked away.

"Oh boo hoo, you fucking bitch," Ada mocked, "Can't believe I let you fuck me last night!"

The entire cafeteria went nuts as they were hearing the entire thing. Some of them were even recording this.

At that moment, Claire had enough. And she retaliated in pure anger, "At least I don't lock myself in the closet and cut my wrists!"

"OHHH!" The whole cafeteria, including Leon, exclaimed. Ada held her hand on her chest as the crowd chanted the Redfield name, "Redfield! Redfield! Redfield!"

And with the that, Claire stormed off holding Chris's hand, which surprised him, saying, "Come on Chris, let's get the fuck outta here."

"So, you're friendship's over?" Chris queried.

Claire grunted, "Pretty much."

Leon called Chris back to his table as Claire joined them. Soon after the crowd died down once a few teachers came in to calm the situation.

"Well, that escalated quickly," Leon pointed out.

"You said it," Chris replied looking at Claire, "Hey, you okay?"

"Splendid," she said bitterly, not wanting to look back at her 'girlfriends'.

"Splendid?" Leon asked jokingly. Claire shot him a glare.

Chris joined in the joke, "It means very good."

"It does? Where?"

"In the dictionary."

Claire couldn't believe this conversation. Was this how her brother spoke to people their age? She wanted to speak her mind. "Uh! You're so socially retarded and weird. No wonder Leon's your only friend," she snorted, before instantly taking back her words looking at Chris, "But you're my brother after all, and you saved me back there."

"Oh, now I'm your brother?" Chris laughed.

"Shut up," Claire couldn't help but stifle a small laugh as well, "I guess so. I really don't know what to say."

"Well, 'thank you'," he hinted, "A 'thank you' would be nice to hear from you for once."

She chuckled coldly, "Yeah, that's not happening."

"Oh," Chris chuckled back as he muttered, "You will…"

The bell had rung. School was now over, but Claire still had detention and she was bored out of her mind. She had her head down on a desk where she was sitting at, wanting to fall asleep. And, to make matters worse, Mr Birkin just happened to be taking the reigns of detention on Friday's.

She groaned in exasperation seeing her 'friends' laugh as they walked past the detention room and mouthing her remarks like 'cunt', 'thot' and 'dumb bitch', as usual, and typical of insults. It made her want to cry for real this time. This would have been the case if it weren't for a certain someone who came to her rescue once again.

A knock was heard, and Claire saw her brother by the side, "Excuse me, Mr Birkin?"

"Oh, Chris. How can I help you?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry to interrupt but…" Chris flicked his eyes on Claire who looked like she was in so much pain, and felt some empathy, before speaking back to Mr Birkin, "Is it okay if I could speak with you outside for a moment?"

"Sure, no problem at all," he said before glaring at Claire, "No funny business, Ms Redfield."

Claire sighed depressingly, wondering what Chris was talking about with Mr Birkin. But after a few moments, Mr Birkin had come back.

"Alright, Ms Redfield," he said, "You're excused."

"I… I am?"

Mr Birkin nodded, "Your brother says you have some important family business to attend to and the last bus is leaving soon. So be glad that you're laid off the hook."

"Uh… thank you." And with this awkward interaction, Claire grabbed her bag and left with a hurry, meeting with Chris on the way out of school, "Where's your friend?"

"Leon? I told him to leave early," Chris said, "Ready to go? It's the last bus."

She had to ask, "What did you say we were having again?"

Chris smiled as they walked to the last school bus, "Family counselling."

"Oh my fucking God, Chris," she groaned as the siblings got into the bus and sat next to each other, "We don't have family counselling!"

Her brother looked at her grinned, "I know."

Claire was confused. He said they had family counselling, but we don't have family counselling yet he knows he we don't anyway. What in the… Oh. "You tricked him just to get me out of detention. Why?"

Chris smirked and held out his hand to start counting, "You were bored out of your fucking mind in there. I wanted to take you out of that shithole."

"And?" She was waiting for more.

"And what?," he asked.

"Oh, I figured you were gonna say more," Claire felt slightly embarrassed, "…Thank you."

"What for?"

"For saving me twice today."

Chris playfully raised his eyebrow, "Really? What did I do?"

Now she was annoyed. She crossed her arms and looked out the window, "Nevermind. Fuck you."

Chris laughed internally as he smiled at her, "And I love you too."

"For the love of God, stop playing this friendly card," Claire groaned, "Why are you acting like this? Not even a day ago you were angry at me. Didn't you call me the worst sister in the world? And here you are today, saving me in the cafeteria and just now in detention. So what changed? Don't you hate me?"

Now Chris wasn't laughing or smiling as he frowned. Claire was right on that. But nonetheless, he gave his side, "Last night I just thought, 'What was the fucking point?' Whatever I'd say, it wouldn't change a thing."

"Wouldn't change what?"

"Your behaviour," he explained, "You'd still be the same old twin sister who considered her brother an enemy rather than a sibling."

There was this strong wave of guilt that Claire felt. It was like a knife going through her heart as it ached for a moment.

"But you're right," Chris looked at the ground as Claire eyed him carefully, "I still hate you."

"Then why save me twice today?"

Chris then gave a weak smile, "Because, in my eyes, you're still family. Besides, I won't be here for long so…"

"Wait, what?" Claire raised her voice in surprise, "You're leaving!? Where?"

Oh shit! Chris thought. Think of something you fucking moron! FAST!

"Yeah… on a camping trip," he blatantly lied, but Claire seemed to buy it.

She didn't sound convinced as she rolled her eyes, "A camping trip?"

"Mhm, a camping trip," Chris replied nervously, then he added, "With Leon."

"A camping trip with Leon?" Claire smirked, yet unbeknownst to Chris, she actually bought it, "So what are you guys, the sequel to Brokeback Mountain or something?"

"Haha, very funny," he said sarcastically as Claire surprisingly laughed, "What?"

She tried to hold back laughter, "I just never imagined you guys camping."

"I don't think we can go camping?"

"Since you guys are both fucking geeks, no."

"Well, I'm not even a geek," he countered, "I'm a nerd."

Claire snorted arrogantly, "Same thing."

"No they aren't," and at this point, Chris went in, "A 'geek' is an enthusiast of a particular topic or field. They are "collection" oriented, gathering facts and mementos related to their subject of interest. They are obsessed with the newest, coolest, trendiest things that their subject has to offer. A 'nerd', on the other hand, is a studious intellectual, although again of a particular topic or field. We are "achievement" oriented, and focus their efforts on acquiring knowledge and skill over trivia and memorabilia.

"Whatever," knowing she lost by a milestone, Claire crossed her arms and looked at the window again, "The fact that you know the definitions for both terms, that definitely makes you a fucking nerd."

Now he grinned, feeling some sweet victory, before patting her on the leg a bit rough, "And that I am, sister."

Claire didn't look back at him. But in the corner of her lips, it curled a bit.

The bus had stopped by their house and they got off quick. But it was almost night time as the distance from school to home was quite a few miles out, and a lot of teenagers attended Raccoon City High. Chris walked forward as Claire followed slowly behind, just staring at him as they both headed towards their house.

Chris yawned while stretching his arms out, "Man, I'm tired."

"Yup," Claire replied as her stomach growled angrily, "I'm hungry."

Even in his tired state, he could still make a joke, "Nice to meet you hungry. I'm tired."

Claire rolled her eyes as they reached the front door, "That's such an old joke."

"Yeah, but it still works," Chris opened the front door. In the front door, they saw their parents wearing fancy dinner clothing. Their mother wore a dark red gown that revealed a bit of skin mainly in the back and the abdomen area, while their father wore a well tailored tuxedo. Chris whistled at both, "Wow, you guys look great!"

Out of all people, Chris got a surprise response from dad, "Thanks, son. By the way, why are you two so late?"

Claire spoke out, "The bus was carrying a lot of students. And…"

"No, Claire," dad stopped her with a strict voice, "I want to hear it from Chris."

Chris sighed, "School's pretty far from here dad, I assumed you knew that?"

"Ah, right," he tapped his temple, "Silly of me."

"Oh my, you both look so tired," their mom said in the sweetest of voices before she heard Claire's stomach, "And very hungry."

Claire didn't say anything this time and just nodded rapidly.

"Don't worry, dear," mom reassured, "I prepared food for you. It's in the fridge so just heat it up, alright?"

"Right," Chris said, "So what's the occasion?"

"Your father's friend's son is getting married," mom explained, "But since you really don't know them, we gave you the liberty of just staying home."

Dad butted in and kissed his daughter on the cheek, "So enjoy your weekend."

"Thanks, dad."

Mom, on the other hand, did the same with Chris, "See you tomorrow, Chris dear."

"Yeah, mom. You guys have fun." Goodbye. Chris said in his mind. That was going to be the last time he saw his parents.

Once they had gone, Chris immediately got their dinner out of the refrigerator and heated it up. Claire sat at the dinner table and waited. It was a quiet dinner between them. Not speaking a word, but communication was through pointing at the water container for pouring each other's water glasses and offering food to each other. Very awkward, they both thought. Afterwards, the twins coincidentally volunteered to clean the dishes and clean up the table. There was a bit of red on their cheeks as they were quite close to one another. One day ago, there were pretty much at each other's throats. How time passes by and things change was beyond their own logic.

The twins decided to hit their beds as the clock read 9:15 PM. It was pretty early but they were exhausted after a whole week of school. And just as Chris was about to head into his room, Claire stopped him.

Now, readers, keep in mind that this small conversation was going to change her life.

"Um, Chris?"

"Hm?" He turned to look at her.

"Awhile ago, you said you still hate me?" She queried, "What else is it about me that you hate so much?"

Chris thought about it for a second before responding, "There's really nothing else."

"Then can I ask you this?"

"Sure."

"What is it about people hating other people, like yourself with me?"

"Well, that depends on how you describe hate," he said slowly as this was a question that, to him, was hard to convey into simple words. Claire listened in because she wanted to know his view, "Usually we hate people because of something they said to hurt us. Other cases it could be because the other person hates them. And sometimes…" He paused for a moment.

"Sometimes?" She leaned in closer.

Then he gave the perfect response, "Sometimes we hate people simply because we love them secretly, but they don't love us in return."

Chris went back to his room with a sombre 'good night', knowing that this may be the last time he'd see her, as Claire pondered on those words. We hate others simply because we love them, but they don't love us in return. She probably would never understand them fully. One day she would though, she made herself a promise that day.

As she slept that night, she could think of nothing. Nothing about yesterday when she and Ada had that dirty lesbian love session, nor the events of today. All she had in her mind was Chris.

In her sleep, Claire dreamt of something horribly wrong, but she didn't mind it.

They were in her room, it was darker than usual, and she was wearing black lingerie similar to what she wore the day before. And Chris was in there with her, wearing a full set of clothes.

Chris moved closer to his sister, grinning wickedly as he eyed her almost-naked body. He still couldn't get over the babydoll nightie she had on; it was so flimsy and revealing. Beneath that dim layer of gossamer fabric he could see the darker shades of Claire's black bra and panties and between them the curves of her slender waist. Oh, and let's not forget those long, sexy legs and shimmering hair!

Reaching out his hand, Chris clutched one of his sister's full c-cup breasts and squeezed it lightly in his palm. "Oh," Claire moaned in surprise. "Oh, Chris. That feels so good!" He clenched the perfectly round orb a lot harder, feeling the soft tissue warp between his fingers. "Ohhhhh!" Claire moaned out loud, quivering with the sensation of having her perky breast groped by her own brother's hand. "Chris! Don't stop! Please brother, I'm begging you! Don't fucking stop!"

Chris chuckled. For the moment he continued fondling his sister's breast before issuing a dirty comment: "Oh, Claire you're so fucking hot." She giggled, tipping her chin up till she was staring at the ceiling. Chris stepped closer so that his crotch pushed up hard against Claire's (he was sure she could feel his swollen erection against her panties) and while clutching her soft breast, Chris licked his tongue slowly up his sister's throat. Claire squealed and shuddered as the pink tongue moved up the rich flesh of her throat all the way to her chin, leaving a glistening track of drool in its wake. And she was loving it.

"Oooooo!", she moaned, pressing her eyes closed tight, feeling his swollen cock rubbing the outer layer of her wet clit, "C-Chris, I don't want you to stop! But… th-this is...s-so wrong!"

Once Chris finished licking his sister's throat he moved to kiss the bare skin of her shoulder, and, seeing Claire willingly sticking out her arm, he then began trailing soft kisses down the silken flesh till he got to her black lingerie glove. Though the glove encased Claire's hand to the elbow it left her fingers uncovered. So, gripping his sister's hand by the wrist, Chris inserted her slender forefinger into his mouth and sucked on it back and forth, his tongue soon emerging and swirling around the creamy digit. All the while Claire was standing there with her eyes closed tight and shaking like a leaf; her throat gasped at the caresses of her brother's tongue and her breathing had become loud and uneven.

Then she woke up.

It was morning and Claire's alarm clock sounded off, and she groaned as it continued.

Her hair was messy as she panted heavily, feeling her wet area in between her legs. Holy shit. She thought. Did I just dream that?

But all that aside, it was the weekend and she wanted to sleep a little extra. But once she heard the smell of bacon and toast, she couldn't help herself but get out of bed to head downstairs.

Mom and dad were in the kitchen in the most stereotypical of settings; mom was making breakfast as dad sat on the table, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

"Mornin', dear," mom said as her daughter came up to her to kiss her in the cheek. Claire did the same with dad.

Then her dad spoke, "Claire, would you mind getting your brother's ass out of bed? There's an errand I want him to run for me before he can do anything else."

"Sure," she responded quickly. Claire didn't understand this feeling in her stomach of willingly going to get Chris. Usually, she would just complain and have mom do it. But since everyone was preoccupied with things, she decided against having someone else wake up her brother. She ran up the stairs and stood in front of Chris's door.

She knocked, there no response.

She knocked again, there no response.

"Chris?" She asked. And there was no response. Growing a bit impatient she opened the door to see it wasn't locked, "Chris? Mom made breakfast."

He was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he was in the bathroom? Claire checked and he wasn't there. Now her impatience was replaced with worry. Where the hell are you? She thought.

Then she noticed a small envelope on top of a red leather jacket. It read, 'To my sister Claire'. Out of curiosity, Claire picked up the letter and read it, and as she kept reading line for line, she felt her heart skip a beat.

Dear Claire,

Sorry that I lied to you last night. I'm not leaving on some camping trip with Leon; I'm leaving for the army. He knows about this too. Why? It's because I can't stand living here knowing that whatever good that I do in this house or at school, it doesn't get the recognition I want from dad since all that recognition always goes to you. Plus, dad was in the army as well, and so was our grandpa.

It sounds really selfish of me, I know. But the way dad treats you, it's something that I always wanted. Sorry, I forgot to mention this to you yesterday. Sometimes, I feel like he hates me for something I did. Remember you asked me why I hate you so much? Well, I could also somewhat ask you the same question. Have I ever done something to make you hate me? To consider myself an enemy in your eyes? Why do you both seem to spite me all the time? The only person who always comes to defend me is mom, and it annoys me. There are just so many questions that I want to ask you and dad. That won't matter anymore once I'm in the army. I'll be preoccupied with other things, I hope.

I'll be very honest with you, I just can't stand living here anymore.

Since I'm leaving, and I'm your older brother by 5 minutes, I think it's fair I give you some brotherly advice. Is that okay with you? Basically, don't be an ass, please? I am not asking you to change the way you dress, or the makeup you put on, or the countless times you've giggled with your 'friends'. Go for it, have fun.

The only thing that I'd like for you to change is life. You were 'Made In Heaven', as the old Redfield motto goes; an Angel almost. You are one of the most beautiful girls I know. And trust me when I say this because if I weren't your brother, I definitely would've asked you out. It wouldn't matter how many times you'd reject me because I'd keep pushing it. So please, if you could change your behaviour, and be nicer to others, I guarantee you your reputation will go up. Also, I strongly suggest you make new friends. You can start with Leon if you'd like. He's a good guy and not as nerdy as you think. By the way, I think he has a thing for Ada Wong. :)

Anyways, I'm not sure when I'll come back home. Perhaps never, since dad would most likely never accept me back here. And if mom is worried about me, please let her know that I'm OK and I will write to you guys every month. Hopefully.

I will always love you even if you don't feel the same way,

Chris.

P.S. This jacket is for you. Mom made it for me but I never used it. I just found it too girly so I figured I could give this to you as an early birthday present.

Claire dropped the letter and felt herself shaking and her breathing rapid.

Chris was gone. And she felt immense responsibility. She should

I do not wish to intentionally insult people who suffer from depression, and if I did, I sincerely apologise. Plus, did doesn't come from me so that quote goes to its respected speaker.

Oh, by the way, please ignore the clichés. This takes some major influence from Mean Girls and other materials. But hey, it's fanfiction after all. :)

See you guys soon and stay tuned if you want to see more.