Both Denali sisters were anxious to get home this evening. They had spent the whole day at school worrying about Chrissy. She had turned up looking beyond tired. She looked as though she could barely keep her eyes open. Tanya had wanted nothing more than to take her out of class and take her home. Although doing that would probably panic Carmen and Elezer because there was an unexpected human in the house.

Since Tanya had gotten a glance at her during lunchtime she had felt tense and helpless ever since. She had wanted to cuddle up with the girl till she fell asleep. However, that would have looked beyond weird and probably push the girl away.

She and Kate trudged their way through the snow to the front door of their house. Tanya opened the door using her key and the both piled inside. As soon as they had taken their coats off they were greeted by Irina.

She gave each of them a kiss before pulling them both into a group hug between the three. When she pulled back Irina instantly noticed the mood of her sisters. Instantly she began fussing over them and pulled them upstairs to their room. Form there she made them all sit and cuddle on the bed.

"What happened?" Irina asked.

"Nothing really," Tanya spoke, as Kate was clinging to Irina with a death grip and had her face buried in the crook of Irina's neck.

Tanya sighed and leaned into Irina's other side in hopes of comforting herself as well. Irina moved and arm from around Kate to encompass Tanya, encouraging her to lean further into her side.

"She looked so tired, Irina," Kate spoke softly moving her head to look at them. "Throughout my lesson she almost kept falling asleep, and she looked as though she was struggling with the task."

Irina nodded and sighed in frustration. Tanya and Kate smiled sympathetically at Irina. They understood that while they had both met Chrissy, Irina hadn't yet. Not only that, but Irina had already expressed that she somehow felt connected to the girl when she hadn't even met her.

For the rest of the evening they stayed up in their room cuddling and watching films and TV shows on their television. Though each of them felt restless at not being able to do anything to help Chrissy.

By the end of the week Chrissy felt exhausted. Her Aunt had put her to work doing all sorts of chores. It wasn't that Chrissy minded the chores, she did, however, mind the hour at which she was being asked to do them. Lizzy has woken her up last night at three in the morning to clean the whole kitchen. She did the dishes, washed the windows, floor, counters and table. After that Lizzy had made her set the table ready for breakfast. By the time she had got back to bed it half five in the morning and her alarm would go off in about half an hour.

This had happened all week after her night in the dog house. Lizzy would wake her up at random point and make her do chores. And, now, because of it, Chrissy hadn't gotten a single night of peaceful sleep.

She was in her first class of the day with Mr Fitzherbert again. She was trying her hardest to pay attention to what he was saying but it was difficult. She was too tired to concentrate, and her eyelids felt like lead. That, and his voice was sending her to sleep. It wasn't soothing, as such, just very monotone, which in her state of mind was just like white noise.

She was just falling asleep with her head on her hand when she was jolted awake abruptly by a bang on her desk. Her eyes flung open to see that Mr Fitzherbert had slammed a book on her desk next to her to wake her up. She blushed a bright red at being caught and having the whole class pay attention to her.

"Am I boring you, Miss Woods?" Her asked angrily.

"N-no, sir," She replied feebly.

"Good then you can spend some time with me after school," He said.

She groaned quietly to herself at having been issued detention. What she had been thinking when she had promised herself she would rest her eyes? Of course she would fall asleep, and in his class too.

The day passed and it was her final lesson of the day with Miss Denali. She made it to her seat and slumped in her chair. Greatful that the end of the day was here and that she'd be able to return home and go to sleep.

The teacher moved about in front of the class all the while talking and asking them questions. Chrissy's eyes started to droop as she listened to the voice of her teacher. The melodic voice washed over her and made her feel more tired than before. Her eyes eventually gave out and closed and with it, her mind relaxed. She was asleep within seconds.

A hand was shaking her shoulder and a voice was speaking above her. The shaking stopped and a hand ran through her hair when her eyes started fluttering. It was at this point that Chrissy started to hear the voice talking to her, the person's face also coming into focus.

"Come on, Chrissy," the voice spoke. "Class is over."

Becoming more aware of her surroundings, Chrissy sat up as she realised it was her teacher standing over her. She blushed as she thought about her teachers affectionate touch of her hair, and how much she had like it.

"I'm sorry, Miss," Chrissy said in embarrassment.

"It's quite alright, dear," Kate quickly reassured her. "You looked rather tired, anyway."

"Are you not mad at me?" Chrissy asked still sat at her desk.

"No, I'm not," Kate replied watching the shocked expression on the girls face. "Even though you fell asleep. Just promise me you will get some sleep this weekend."

"I'll try," Chrissy said looking at her hands which has linked together in her nerves and awkwardness.

"Good," Kate nodded feeling slightly better for her. "Now, you go home and-"

She never got to finish her sentence as Chrissy jumped up from her seat with a horrified expression. She started to quickly gather her things in her bag, throwing anything anywhere.

"Fuck," She whispered to herself. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Kate laughed to herself. Who knew the innocent looking girl had such a vocabulary. She stopped briefly as she remembered her teacher, who she gave a sheepish and apologetic smile to.

"I'm sorry, but I have detention with Mr Fitzherbert," She explained, a small frown marred her forehead. "I, ur, fell asleep in his class."

Kate outright sniggered at this and walked Chrissy to Mr Fitzherbert's classroom. She had been made to stay for at least fifteen minutes before she was allowed to leave.

She walked home by herself in a foul mood. She was tired and grumpy, and not to mention, hungry. Lizzy had purposefully forgotten to give her lunch and other meals. Thankfully, she hadn't stopped every single one of her meals, but it had been enough to make her feel hungry nearly all the time. When she made it back, Lizzy was furious. Angrier than she had seen her before.

She had dragged her up the stairs to her bedroom, made her pack a bag with cloths and whatever else she wanted. She had then dragged her back down the stairs and out the front door. Exclaiming that she never wanted to see her again.

After having the door shut on her face and being left outside with her school bag and another rucksack, she didn't know what she should do. She would never last the night out on the streets. It was dangerous because of both people and the cold weather. Deciding she shouldn't just stand where she was, that might infuriate her aunt even more, she started walking down the street.

Eventually after walking for a while, she saw a forest in the distance. The trees, she realised, would provide some shelter against the weather. She could probably make up a small camp if she found some wood and somehow some matches.

She walked for what felt like hours. She didn't stop as she broke through the treeline, but kept going seeing how far she could go. She didn't get too far before she started to feel tired and cold. The snow hadn't been shoveled out of the way in the woods, and her feet and ankles were now freezing and practically numb. Her hands weren't much better seeing as she didn't have any gloves. She had already slipped a couple of times, which had caused her cloths to become wet from the snow that had stuck to her.

Her thoughts started to drift to thoughts about her teacher and the nurse. She had seen them today at lunch talking with each other. She had been watching closely and had realised, with a sinking feeling, that they showed each other the affection of more than just friends. Not to mention just they way they looked at each other.

Chrissy had also realised with a start that she was jealous. She wasn't sure of who though. She came to the realisation that she liked both of them, yet, they had looked so content together that she wouldn't dream of even imagining them apart. With this in mind her day had become worse. She was tired and feeling upset that she really didn't have the slightest chance with either woman. And that had been ignoring the fact that they were her teachers, although that didn't bother her so much because she was eighteen and in the last year of high school.

She dropped her bags on the floor deciding to wander around the clearing she had just found. With her bags settled by the rocks and her face upturned towards the sky, she walked to the centre of the clearing. Her thoughts were still replaying her interactions with the Denali sisters. How could they be sisters, and act toward each other as they had?

There was a cracking sound that brought her out of her thoughts and she looked down. She froze as she realised she was standing in the middle of a frozen lake, and not a clearing. Albeit it was quite small, but she had no idea how deep it was if she were to fall through.

Her heart beat accelerate with the pedal to the floor and her breathing became quicker as she panicked. She took a step back in the direction she came but the ice creaked even more below her. She searched her pockets for her phone. When she found nothing in her pockets at all she remembered her bag was at the edge of the lake, and it had her phone.

She tried to shuffle once again but the ice started to crack further. This time the cracking didn't stop and she watched as the cracks multiplied and spread out around her. She knew it was coming but she screamed anyway. Her scream pierced the area, and joint with crash of ice and water, managed to scare some birds from the trees.

She managed to resurface from the water and grip onto the edge of the hole. The ice was cold and froze her bear fingers further and made them feel stiff. The icy feeling spread quickly through her body. She started to shiver violently from the temperature of the water.

Realising she had to do something otherwise she would never get out, she started screaming and shouting for help. They started off loud enough but the cold was quickly getting to her. Her asthma could be triggered by a bitter wind in winter, and now it felt as if someone was strangling her. Her throat was quickly closing up due to the frigid water around her chest and the stinging air she was inhaling. Her shouts were turned to strangled gasps.

"Shit!"

The shout had made her look up. A women with blonde hair was standing near the edge looking panicked at her. She watched as the woman quickly removed her coat and walked across the ice, leaving her coat behind. The ice gave way under her too, but she seemed unaffected by it's freezing temperature. When she reached Chrissy, she grabbed hold of her. Chrissy didn't complain and hung tightly to the woman still trying to breath properly. The woman quickly swan back to land with Chrissy in her arms. She picked up her coat and wrapped it around the violently shivering girl.

Chrissy tried to speak but she couldn't, her lungs protested, but the stranger seemed to understand. She rushed to Chrissy's bag and found the blue inhaler. She shook it and put it to Chrissy's mouth. Chrissy managed to push down and intake the gas. Immediately her lungs and chest felt freer. She did it again, not bothering to ask the stranger to shake it again. She figured she'd just do it and stop herself from dying.

The woman then burst into action quickly. She put both rucksacks on her back somehow and pulled Chrissy into her arms bridle style. Chrissy was feeling to weak to object and she didn't know if she would be able to talk yet. The coat felt warmer than the air, despite her cloths being cold. But then woman began to run.

Chrissy stared shocked at the woman as she ran. She had been surprised when she had been able to carry both her and the rucksacks, and now she was running? This woman must be all kinds of crazy strong. They made it to a house eventually, and the woman set her down by the door on the floor as she hastily opened the door. Once the door was open she shouted for someone whilst picking me up again.

A woman with darker hair appeared round a corner and gasped when she saw me. She rushed upstairs without saying a word and the blonde carrying me followed, not bothering to shut the door.

They took me to a bedroom which I presumed was a guest room because of its non personalised decorations. The blonde sat me down on the chair the dark haired woman had placed in the centre of the room, before disappearing. The blonde put the bags down and came towards me.

"We need to get you out of these cloths," she said softly.

I nodded my head in agreement and began to move my frozen arms to get the coat off. She helped, and then helped me take off my other cloths, but left me in my underwear. The dark haired woman had come back and wrapped me in towel.

I pointed to the bigger of my rucksacks, hoping to indicate that there were cloths. The tall blonde nodded and brought the bag over, opening and placing it in my lap to pull the cloths out. My hands were still shaking but I managed to pull out a long sleeve top and a pair of jogging bottoms and fresh underwear.

The woman turned around and I took that as indication to change my underwear. Once I had dry a pants and bra on I reached for my top and trousers. Carmen had turned round to see how I was doing, and seeing that I was decent enough helped me into the top I was trying to get on. My arms were struggling to pull it over my head. The exhaustion I had felt before my unexpected dip, had increased tenth fold.

She helped me pull it over my head and held me steady as I shimmed into my trousers. I leant against her when they were up, my eyes barely staying open. The woman didn't push me away at the contact but pulled me closer so that she was hugging me to her front. I was facing her with my head on her shoulder, and her arms around my shoulder and back.

I felt hands move my hair and the feel of a towel near my neck. I presumed the blonde woman was drying my hair with the barely used towel, as the dark haired woman was still holding onto me. I fell asleep against the woman's shoulder too exhausted to keep my eyes open.