Faith was woken up by a tap on the shoulder. She looked up and saw a boy the same age as her staring down at her. He had black hair just like her and it was slightly spiky. He looked at Millie next to her and sighed. "Is that your mummy?" He asked. Faith nodded as she wiped a tear from her face. The boy pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. He showed it her and it turned out to be a photo. A photo of Millie. Faith looked at the picture with shock. "How do you have that?" She asked him. He clutched the photo to his chest as he said, "She is my mummy too. She left daddy when we were born. He told me the story. I'm sad about that. I never met her. Was she nice?"

"The nicest!" Faith's eyes started to tear up again. But then she realised something: "Wait...so your my brother?" He nodded as he sat down and hugged her. She hugged back. "Let's take you to daddy!" The boy said, standing up. Faith frowned. "Mummy said that daddy never like me." She stated. The boy raised an eyebrow: "He told us that he dearly missed you..."

"He did?"

"Yes, yes he did." Faith got up aswell and started walking with him. "What's your name?" She asked. She could easily remember the names of the boys from her mother, but she wanted to know which one of her brothers this was. "Oscar!" He replied. 'He must be the oldest then.' Faith thought to herself. "Daddy never told us your name. What is it?" Faith gave him a wide grin. "Faith. It's Faith. Mummy always loved that name." She said as they walked up to a small shelter. Oscar opened the door and smiled at three boys who were stood waiting for him. All three of them had black hair. One had smoothened it out; one had it all curly and the other had it all over the place like it had never been combed.

"WHERE WERE YOU?!"

"YOU TOLD US TO WAIT, SO WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR AGES!"

"WHO THE HECK IS SHE?!" The boy with the messy hair pointed to Faith with a scared look on his face, as if he was terrified of girls. The other two boys looked at her and gasped. "Is she your girlfriend?" The one with the curly hair teased. Faith facepalmed whilst Oscar just rolled his eyes. "No!" He started. "She's our sister!" All three of them stared at him like he was crazy. "But... she's dead isn't she?" Faith could just tell that the one who never combed his hair was obviously the stupid one. Just by how he was acting. The other two slapped him hard on the arm. "Ow..." He whined. All of a sudden, a man with long black hair walked into the room. He stared Faith down with his red eyes as if she was trespassing. But then he smirked. "Well if it isn't Faith! Oh how I've missed you my dear...Where is your beautiful mother, aye?" He walked up to her and kneeled down, so he could talk to her easily. She frowned: "She died yesterday..." Faith had figured out this was her father, Michael. She could just tell. Michael looked down at her with an angry look on his face. "It was your fault?" He asked. "What? No! I loved mummy!" Michelle pushed her down onto the floor. "IT WAS YOUR FAULT!" He shouted. "It wasn't!"

"Don't deny it! You're a murderer!" He slapped her hard on the face, making her cheek go bright red. She started to cry. "Wimp!" He laughed and walked out of the room. As soon as he did, Oscar sat beside her and cuddled up to her: "I'm sorry, Faith. I didn't know he would do that..." The three boys just laughed. "You deserve that, girl!" The one with the smooth hair screamed. "Anyways..." He said again. "How about an introduction. We are your brothers. I am Phillipe," He pointed at the curly haired boy: "this is Connor," He then pointed to the messy haired boy: "and this...thing...is Peter..." Peter waved, goofily. "No...we don't like her. She's a girl!" Connor stated, waving his hand Infront of his face. They all laughed and followed their father. Faith sat on the floor, crying into Oscar's chest. He tapped her on the back. "It's okay..." He said. "You have me to take care of you now. And even though we may be the same age, I promise you that I will never let you down..."