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Three Days later…

Mark grunted as he heard the continuous thump against the wall. He was going to strangle that kid. Already today she'd pissed him off more times than he could count. At first he chalked it up to teenage hormones, but then it became entirely too much. Mark lost it and sentenced her to her room until dinner, but now she was apparently getting him back by annoying the snot out of him, yet again.

He was on the phone making calls to set up her schooling and situate them with her probation officer. He had a million things to do today and he didn't need her to pester him. The ball made a louder impact against the wall. A grunt emerged from his mouth. This kid was going to end up right back where she started from if she wasn't careful.

"Excuse me, can you hold on for a second." Mark set the phone down and stood up angrily and stomped towards her room. He threw the door open to find Erin laying on the floor with her feet planted firmly against the wall, throwing a softball against the wall. She didn't even flinch when the door opened. She'd actually expected it after a while. It seemed only natural that he'd freak out. She was hoping to enjoy this. "What are you doing?" Erin merely shrugged and continued throwing the ball. Mark twitched in frustration. "Knock it off." Erin didn't respond, instead she set the ball quietly on her stomach. Mark nodded. "Thank you," he said as he turned and left. Mark shook his head, he really needed his wife to come home and relieve him of demon duty. How many errands could she possibly have?

A few minutes later Mark was done with his first list of phone calls. He could finally rest. He sat back and rubbed his eyes trying to alleviate the tiredness he felt. That kid was draining him. His cell phone rang. "Babe, how are things?"

"Draining."

"Aww, my poor baby. I think I can help you with that later." Mark smirked.

"Oh really?"

"We'll have to see. So how's the phone calls going?"

"They're done. So far we've got a live in nanny, probation meetings on Tuesdays at 2 pm, and a meeting with Braxton Academy in the morning. She's gotta go show them that she's capable of existing in a controlled environment."

"That's not going to be easy."

"You've got that right." Mark paused, "So when are you coming home?" Michelle laughed.

"Come on, she can't be that bad."

"She's not, I'm just tired and need a break. You know I hate disrespectful kids, they drives me nuts."

"Alright Mark relax, she's only been here a few days. I'm sure with some love and support that she'll be fine in a few months." Mark grunted, he didn't think he could wait that long.

"Chelle can you pass me that amazing casserole of yours?" Michelle rolled her eyes.

"Sure Babe." Michelle looked at Erin who was pushing her food around on her plate. Erin hadn't looked up at dinner the whole time. In fact she'd barely spoken in the last few days. It was kinda starting to worry Michelle. Mark had told her how Erin had mouthed off to him on more than one occasion, but she couldn't seem to get a word out of the kid. It was bothering her terribly, after all this was her sister not his. She figured she try something. "So, Erin, how do you like those new clothes I bought you?" Erin shrugged and continued staring down at her plate. Michelle looked at Mark who was seething. She held up her index finger hoping to get one last shot before Mark freaked out on her. "Erin, we've got a new computer in your room waiting for you. Do you like computers?" Erin merely looked at her 'sister' and then looked back down at her plate. Mark sat back in his chair.

"I thought we agreed that you'd answer when someone asks you a question?" Erin looked up scowling at Mark with the fork still planted firmly in her hand.

"No, Genius, you said that, I merely let you think that it was going to happen." Mark twisted his neck slightly and stiffened.

"What'd you say?" Michelle tried step in before it could get too bad.

"Sweetie, why don't you just try to answer us when we speak, ok? It'll make things a lot easier." Erin rolled her eyes.

"I'm not your Sweetie, Powderpuff." Mark ground his teeth.

"Leave the table." Erin looked at him with mock surprise.

"You mean like go back to my room, so I can be alone? Whatever did I do to deserve such a punishment? Oh my, I might actually enjoy myself," she said dropping the sarcasm on the last part.

"Alright, you know what? Chelle, either you teach the kid some manners or she's gone." Erin smiled, at least it didn't take long to break them.

"Gone!" Erin spoke with force. "You mean like gone from this palace? Oh my!" Erin rolled her eyes. "I knew it was only a matter of time. It's been a pleasure doing business with you." Then her eyes turned to fire and with as much force as she could muster, Erin picked up her plate and threw it across the room causing it to shatter into thousand pieces against the kitchen door. Mark and Michelle were left staring at the door as Erin sprinted for her room.

Erin heard the yelling downstairs between her 'sister' and Mark. She knew she'd screwed up, Mark sounded angrier than she'd ever heard any man. A shudder of fear ran through her, if he was that mad then God help her when he got his hands on her. Erin wasn't stupid, that was exactly what she was running away from. No one else would ever put their hands on her. No one. Bruises weren't a badge of honor, they were a badge of stupidity. Only those who got caught, got the marks. She sighed and shook her head. It was stupid. Why did she always screw stuff up? She grunted as the yelling intensified. Look, she was going to break up another marriage. Awesome, she was a home-wrecker before she ever had a home. She looked around the room quickly. She needed to move quickly. It would suck if she got caught trying to leave. Quickly, she threw her clothes back in her bag. Corbin would still be on the street, she could find a place to stay, at least for a few nights. The yelling intensified and a crash was heard. Erin panicked, she tried to open the window, but it wouldn't open….what? She sighed, so much for getting out. Her fingers started drumming against her jeans. How was she going to get out now? She heard the door slam and angry footsteps head towards the driveway with another set passing her room. She smiled…escape route. Quietly she crept downstairs and opened the front door.

"That was easy."

"Was it?" Erin rolled her eyes and turned around.

"I thought you left." Mark sat there on the porch staring at the girl with the bag on her shoulders . He sat up and stared at her.

"Naw, I just had to get out, enjoyin' the stars." Mark paused and looked at Erin with intrigue. "You ever stop to look at the stars?" Erin rolled her eyes and gripped her backpack strap tighter on her right shoulder. "Come cop a squat, enjoy the stars with me." Erin sighed, she might as well, it wasn't like she'd be able to leave now with the ogre staring at her. She sat down as far as she could away from Mark.

The pair sat in silence for a while, letting their thoughts consume them both. Mark sat staring at her, he wanted to know what made her tick. There were several phases of her that he'd witnessed, and he wasn't quite sure which one was real.

Erin sat in the back of Mark and Michelle's escalade scowling. She was stuck in this stupid get-up. She gagged….khaki shorts and a red polo? Who in the world thought this was ever appropriate? Apparently, a public school wasn't good enough for her. Great.

"Erin, are you ready for school?" Erin rolled her eyes, she swore her sister was a fruitcake. Clearly she hated the idea of going back to school more than she hated her sister.

"Girl, she's speaking to ya."

"Ooh yay, I'm really excited for school, maybe I'll get to play on the monkey bars. What do you think Barbie? I hate the idea." Mark ground his teeth and slammed his fist into the steering wheel causing the horn to go off. Erin snorted with laughter. "Way to go genius."

"Erin." Chelle turned around and looked at her sister pleading with her eyes. "Please show us some respect." The statement only made Erin's laughter increase.

"I only give respect where its due," she gestured to Mark and Michelle, "and respect is definitely not due here." Mark rolled his eyes, sometime here soon he was going to make her respect him.

The rest of the ride was in silence. Erin was left with her thoughts. She knew that she was pushing them, but she also knew that she was better left alone. That stupid family of hers was bound to come back for her, which wasn't an option she could live with. She knew as soon as Wayne and Park found out where she was they were going to make her life miserable all over again. Not to mention Richard, he was a cruel man with a vengeful nature. There was no way she'd ever go back to being his punching bag. She chewed the inside of her lip at the memories. Her eyes grew callous, yes, it was better to be alone.

The truck stopped and Mark killed the engine. He turned to look at her, "You better now try anything, ya hear?" Erin rolled her eyes and they all filed out of the truck. She shook her head, 'welcome to prep central'. She glanced down the sidewalk and a smile crept over her face…there was no one there. In an instant she tried to sprint away only to have her collar grabbed. "I thought I told you not to try anything." Erin grunted and was dragged into the school. She grunted, when the opportunity arose she was going to kill Mark….or at least rob him blind whichever came first.

Twenty minutes later, the trio emerged from the principal's office. Michelle was excited that Erin would get a chance to play softball like she had. Too bad the thought made Erin want to vomit. A bunch of preppy girls playing a game of true grit, she'd pass. Her business would be at the gym later. Michelle turned to her sister. "Remember, after school there's going to be a black Jeep to pick you up. That's Mark's son, he's going to take you home, ok?" Erin rolled her eyes.

"It's not home." Michelle sighed as Mark shook his head. Erin snatched the schedule out of her sister's hands and walked away. "Idiots," she said.

"What was that?" Erin smiled at Mark and shook her head innocently.

"Nothing, gigantour, nothing at all." Erin smiled wickedly as she left the room and a fuming Mark in her wake.

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