'That bastard!' Lewis screamed out in his mind as he stormed to the one other place Arthur could be...Vivi's house.

He didn't WANT to involve Vivi in this shit! He was going to save her some grief by making Arthur's death look like an accident! Just a simple house fire...But no, not him.

Now, Lewis had to figure out a way to kill that loser without breaking his loves heart!

He made his way to the bluenette's home, there, he was greeted by the sight of a sobbing Vivi.

His chest clenched at the sight and sound of her agony...But why was SHE crying?

He came closer to her in his invisible form as he looked at her face.

Her blue iris's glowed with the contrast of red bloodshot eyes. Her nose was swollen and tissues littered the table she was sitting at. She had been crying for awhile; but why?

Soon, her mother came into the Kitchen with the same helpless look he was sure he was wearing.

"Oh, Honey...You're still crying?" Her mother questioned as she went to the cupboard. Pulling out a box of black tea, she started to brew both Vivi and herself a cup.

"OF COURSE I AM!" Vivi exclaimed with the hoarsest, most choked up voice he'd ever heard from her. He hated the sound of her sadness and wanted to do nothing more then hold the blue girl in his arms and tell her it'd be ok.

Vivi held a tissue to her eyes as she continued.

"Mom...He lost his arm, he lost his family, he lost his job and now he lost his house!"

Lewis's whole body clenched...

She was crying...FOR HIM?!

SHE WAS CRYING FOR HIS MURDERER!?

He felt heat rising in his body as did his anger and sense of betrayal.

"When will it end?!" She questioned hopelessly.

'When his fucking life does!' Lewis thought with malice at Vivi's little heart felt speech for Arthur.

He knew she didn't know the truth, he did. But her having remorse for a man that did him wrong still shattered his already broken heart.

"Vivi, Honey. It'll be ok! Arthur said he was already looking for a job and he's going to be living here with us till he can get on his feet. He said he didn't really have any personal belongings that are irreplaceable there. His landlord called and told him that since his year long contract was already paid for then he could be on his way and was even nice enough to give him a refund of the next two months rent which is beyond gracious!...I just wish the kid would have gotten renters insurance to pay for at least some of his things..." The mother concluded to her sniveling daughter.

Lewis felt his anger grow even hotter. That fucking asshole was still alive, was already trying to get on his feet and most likely would have good fortune coming his way and finally-

Was living under the same roof with the girl he loved most of all.

He KNOWS Arthur has feelings for Vivi! How could he not?! He swore if that fucker touched her he'd give him the slowest and most painful of deaths!

"I know. It's just...He's my best friend Mom! How can his heartache not be my own?"

Vivi's words wrung through Lewis like a knife.

...How could he get revenge and enjoy doing so if he would end up hurting Vivi in turn?

Lewis felt his anger dissolve and was left feeling hopeless instead.

What was he going to do? What would make him happier?

To kill Arthur and make Vivi suffer? Or not kill Arthur and watch them two inevitably be happy and possibly together while HE suffered?

He knew what he wanted; but what would make Vivi happy?

He knew the answer to that too, leaving him conflicted.

With that, he left the room and ventured off into Vivi's room upstairs.

Maybe...He could wait for his revenge. Make it look painless and simple; like an accident. Just so he'd save his poor Vivi the heart ache.


Vivi sat there crying profusely.

She just couldn't stop! How could she?!

Her best friend was suffering and she couldn't do anything about it!

Her mother entered the room with a sad look on her face.

"Oh, Honey...You're still crying?" Her mother questioned as she went to the cupboard. Pulling out a box of black tea, she started to brew both Vivi and herself a cup.

"OF COURSE I AM!" Vivi exclaimed with a choked voice.

Vivi held a tissue to her eyes as she continued.

"Mom...He lost his arm, he lost his family, he lost his job and now he lost his house!"

"When will it end?!" She questioned hopelessly.

Her Mother gave out a sigh as she finished up making the tea.

"Vivi, Honey. It'll be ok! Arthur said he was already looking for a job and he's going to be living here with us till he can get on his feet. He said he didn't really have any personal belongings that are irreplaceable there. His landlord called and told him that since his year long contract was already paid for then he could be on his way and was even nice enough to give him a refund of the next two months rent which is beyond gracious!...I just wish the kid would have gotten renters insurance to pay for at least some of his things..."

"I know. It's just...He's my best friend mom! How can his heartache not be my own?" She questioned with sad eyes to her mother.

Shirley gave her a sad smile as she sat her daughters cup down in front of her.

"Dear, you can't solve the worlds problems nor can you carry it's weight on your shoulders. I understand he's your friend and you care for him but, you being this way isn't helping Arthur and it sure isn't helping you."

Vivi took slow sips between blows of her hot tea, listening to her mothers advice intently.

She let out a shaky sigh.

"I know, Mom. You're right, I need to be happy that he wasn't in the fire last night and be grateful."

"That sounds very mature of you, Vivi." Her mother proudly confirmed with a hand on hers. Vivi sadly smiled as she wiped her eyes one last time.

Just at that moment, Vivi's Dad came into the room with a blissful attitude.

"Hey girls, what's for dinner I'm starv-" He cut himself off mid sentence as he saw his daughter's appearance.

"Darlin' are you still crying? The boys alright and already getting on his own two feet! I swear I haven't seen you this upset since that other boy died!"

Shirley's back went rigidly straight as she turned around in her seat to glare daggers at her husband. Frank, in turn, wore a dumbstruck face before sweating nervously, knowing he done fucked up.

"Other boy? What other boy?" Vivi innocently asked as her Mother turned around in her seat to look cheerfully back at her daughter.

"Oh nothing, Honey! Your fathers thinking of your older sister. Don't you remember when one of her best friends boy friends died from a drug overdose?"

Vivi raised an eyebrow. She didn't know Janet HAD any friends, to be quite honest. She was such a heartless witch most of the time...

"No." She plainly answered.

"Well, she did! That's who your fathers thinking about! Poor thing bawled for days!"

Her mother defensively concluded while she got up and started getting pot's and pans out...Almost like she was deliberately making noise to interrupt Vivi...

"Why would...Ok." Vivi trailed off as the whole ordeal went over her head.

Her older sister Janet? Crying? Over one of her frienemies boy toys, as she liked to call them?

"Now dear, why don't you go in the living room and pick a movie for all of us to watch? No sad stuff either! I think we've had our fair share of crying for one day..."

Shirley said as she got a pot full of water ready on the stove.

Vivi stared at her mother before nodding.

"Alright, horror or comedy?"

Her mother smiled.

"Anything you want. You and Arthur can decide while I make dinner."

Vivi looked towards her father and saw he was visibly blushing, like he was embarrassed.

Jeez...A lot of energy over mistaking her incident for her sisters...

She nodded and walked into the living room, quite bewildered by the entire situation just now.


Shirley tried distracting her daughter as much as she could and waited until she was out of ear shot before marching towards her husband.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" She harshly whispered into Franks face.

"What?! I'm sorry, I forgot!" He defensively whispered back only to have his wife's expression grow fierce and her point an accusing finger in his direction.

"You know what the Doctor said! She blocked that memory out of her mind to prevent her from feeling pain! Do you want her to be reminded of it so she can go back into her depression?!"

"I said, I was sorry! It was a slip of the tongue!"

"Yeah, well I know something else that might 'slip' if you mention him again! I refuse to let my baby go through that heart ache again!"

Shirley threatened as her hand went to get a knife to chop vegetables.

Her husband cringed; understanding the threat completely!

With that, they both dropped it. Shirley continued cutting the vegetables for dinner that night and Frank hurriedly went back out into his garage, grumbling to himself about the complications of women.

Of course it was an empty threat and Shirley, much like her daughter, would never hurt a fly...She'd have to apologize to her husband later but for the time being...Remembering her daughter locking herself in her room, not eating for days, crying every time something reminded her of the Latino boy she had loved and lost made her heart sink and blood run hot and she just let her emotions get the best of her, again, much like her own daughter.

She just hoped they all would NEVER have to go through that with there Vivian ever again.