She lay awake in her bed, listening for any type of sound from the next room. She couldn't hear anything, and that frightened her. She'd rather hear screams and crying over the deafening silence that was assaulting her ears. She closed her eyes and prayed to whomever was listening.

Her bedroom door opened slowly, but then closed quickly when Christian saw that she was awake still. He flew himself onto her bed and into her arms in record time. He buried his head in the space between her neck and shoulder, and began to sob.

Gabryelle held onto him tightly, and closed her eyes as his sobs became louder and louder.

After what seemed like an eternity, Christian pulled back and looked up at his sister. He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. "You'll always be here, right? You'll never leave me alone?" he breathed softly against her cheek.

She looked at him sadly, "Of course I'll always be here. Where else would I be?"

Gabryelle slowly opened her eyes to stare at the white ceiling above her head. She lifted one of her hands up to her face, and slowly wiped the tears that were slowly falling from her eyes away.

She blinked a few times before she realized why it was so bright in her room. She looked off to the side, and saw that the big, white lamp on the bedside table was on. She tilted her head as best as she could while laying down, then she sat bolt upright.

Gabryelle stared around at the expansive room she was in. The bed was big and comfortable, something she had never, ever slept in. The wall off to her left wasn't a wall at all, but a huge window. She got up and stood in front of it. It was dark outside, but she could still see everything that was outside since everything was glowing a faint green.

She placed her hands on the glass, and rested her forehead against it as she stared out. She was so high up. She had forgotten what floor she was on, though, which was probably not a good thing; she'd have to ask someone tomorrow, so that she could always find her way back to her room.

A soft knock broke her out of her thoughts of how beautiful the slums looked from up here. She turned and walked out of the bedroom. She stopped in the middle of the living area of her room. It was so big! She smiled at it, then rushed to the door when whoever was outside it knocked again.

Gabryelle pressed the button that let the door slide open, and glared at the redhead who was leaning in the doorway with a cigarette hanging between his lips. He smirked at her, and just let himself in without as much as a greeting or explanation as to why he was there. He slipped past her and made his way toward the small kitchen that was off in the corner.

She let the door close behind her as she turned and watched as Reno fixed himself a drink.

"Why is there alcohol in my room?"

The redhead turned around with wide, innocent eyes. "I have no idea, yo." He took a sip of his drink, which was quite incredible since he still had his cigarette in his mouth.

"Why are you here?"

Reno sat down on the light blue couch that was in the middle of the room, his legs stretched out in front of him, and his one arm hanging loosely along the back of the couch. He took another sip, then placed his glass on the coffee table.

"Pull up a squat, kid. You're makin' me nervous, standin' there like that." He smirked.

Gabryelle crossed her arms, "Why are you here?"

The redhead bowed his head and let out a frustrated sigh. He got to his feet, stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray on the table, and walked toward her. He held his hands up in mock surrender when she shot him a glare.

"The Boss told me to come, okay?" he suddenly grinned, then shook his head. "He was worried 'bout ya, right? Well, he wasn't, really. But, he thought it a good idea for someone to, I dunno, sit and talk with you." He shrugged, "I volunteered."

Gabryelle narrowed her eyes, "I don't need someone to talk to. And, either way, I wouldn't want to talk to you."

"Shit." Reno smirked, "That's the most I've heard you say, yo."

"You're not a very serious person, are you?"

"Just noticed?" He grinned. He turned back to the couch, and sat back down. He picked up his glass and downed its contents. He let out a pleased sigh when he put the glass back down, then leaned back on the couch. His eyes flickered up to where Gabryelle was still standing, glaring at him.

"I'm not gonna hurt ya! C'mere and sit." He pouted slightly, "Please?"

Gabryelle muttered something under her breath, then went and sat about a foot away from Reno. She stared straight ahead, her arms still crossed.

Reno kicked his feet up onto the coffee table, and put his arms behind his head. "I'm sorry."

She blinked and looked over at him to see that his eyes were closed. "What for?"

"You don't trust me."

Gabryelle smiled slightly, but let it slip away when he opened one eye, "Don't feel so bad, I don't trust anyone."