"No." I responded, using as much venom in my voice as I could, "You killed my sister."

"Ahhh... yes. You saw the entire thing too, didn't you? That's what they said in the papers. 'Ashlyn Jane Grace, 8, raped than killed... neighbor also killed, younger sister, Payton Chloe Grace, 5, was in the other room of apartment and watched entire event, helpless...' It said you had a younger brother which must be him..." He pointed to Caden.

"Stay away from him." I growled standing. Thing with me, you can mess with me, well, only if you want to die, but when you mess with my family and friends well, you're even deader.

The man turned towards me and said, "Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry. Stay the fuck away from him." I growled through my teeth.

"One more chance..." He held up his shirt to show me his belt...that had a knife on it. The knife that killed my sister.

I glanced over at Shane. I had an idea. He nodded. I leaned into the man, "You know, I can give you everything my sister gave you and more... after all, she was only 8 and I'm 14... think about it..."

"That does sound good." he placed his hands on my waist. I almost threw up, but I didn't. See acting does help!

I put one arm around his neck and one on his waist. I slid one finger into his pants, right next to the knife. He leaned in to kiss my neck, but before he could, I had his knife in one hand and Shane had the man in a headlock, Griffin, Cole and Joe were standing nearby to assist if needed. I heard someone on the phone, but I was staring at the knife in my hands. There was dried blood on the knife... that couldn't be from my sister could it.

"So you see the blood." The man said, his voice was struggled since Shane was cutting off his airflow, "That's your sister's it's my prize. In and out of a building with the heaviest security offered. Taking two lives with me." I stared at the knife. I handed it to Cassidy.

"Shane let him go." I said. I was just letting instinct and adrenaline take over.

"See the sweet girl knows what's good for her." He walked over to me.

"I'm sorry my friends were soooo rude to you." I said, batting my eyelashes. I placed my hands on his shoulders.

"Prove it."

"Okay. Pucker up." The man got not one, but four knees to the balls. He crumpled to the ground.

Great thing about these heals is if you can balance on one, the make amazing weapons. I pressed one heal to his neck.

"You picked the wrong girl to scar." I dug my heal in a little more.

"Freeze. Wow." A bunch of policemen came running into the ice cream shop. They lowered their weapons when they saw me keeping him down.

"I have three older football playing cousins... one got a scholarship and everything... you learn how to fight."

"This man has been wanted for almost a decade for a murder..."

"Of a young girl. I know. I'm Payton Grace, Ashlyn's younger sister. I was the one who saw everything."

"Yes. Okay. Jim, get him in the car, I want him in a cell by morning." The policeman said.

He walked over to Griffin, who was obviously the oldest, and asked him a bunch of questions. The entire time I stared at the spot where the man had just been. Eventually, He thanked us and then left with his back up and the bastard. I just stood there. I was frozen, all the adrenaline had left my blood and I was amazed at what I had just done. I couldn't have done that. I felt an arm wrap around me.

Shane whispered, "Don't worry. You're safe now. He's gone. You've avenged your sister."

I fell back into his arms, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, I didn't faint. I simply leaned back in his arms. He wrapped his arms all the way around my waist, with his hands on my stomach.

"Do you want to go home now?" He whispered into my ear.

"Yeah." I whispered back.

"Okay." He turned me around in his arms and lifted me up to cradle me in his arms, with one behind my back and the other under my knees. "We're leaving... who's coming?"

Everyone ended up coming home, everyone in the same cars as earlier. When we got home all of the parents were on the porch waiting for us. As soon as we turned in they started pouring down the stairs.

They all hugged us, but I was still in Shane's arm and I refused to get down. So both our parents attempted to hug us, but it didn't really work out.

"Mom? Who's Ashlyn?" Colton asked mom. Uh-Oh.

She looked to me, "The police just said a man came and held you all with a knife, how does he know about Ashlyn."

"The man was Ashlyn's killer." I said, my forehead pressed against the soft skin of Shane's neck.

My mom froze; my dad was too far away to hear. "Everyone inside. There is something we need to tell you."

"Mrs. Grace, I am sorry for your loss, but do you mind if I stay downstairs with Payton. I don't think she can take it, she already told me the story though." Shane spoke.

"That is fine. Thank you for looking after her, Shane." With that I climbed up to the deck and into the bottom floor. I brought her into her room and lay her on the bed.

"I'm going to go get changed, you do the same. I will be right back."

He left the room and I stood up.

I changed into pajamas quickly. A simple pair of Gilly Hicks boxers and a lacy white spaghetti strap top... I laid back down and turned on the TV. A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." I called. The door opened and in walked Shane. He was in a tight fitting white shirt that that showed off his muscles and a pair of dark pajama pants. He came and sat next to me on the bed. He wrapped his arms around me and lay us down.

That night I fell asleep in Shane's arms.