"She's a psycho" Darren shouted. The pub went quiet.

"Don't say that!" I whispered. "Don't you dare say that, she is my sister" I said, getting louder and louder.

"Yeah, crazy sister, she's a nut job mate, you were better off without her... Texas could see through her, why can't you?"

I saw red and punched him and that's when I saw her, standing there, mascara running down her face. She looked like a lost little girl. I couldn't help feeling the deep regret, regret for not being there for her more, just regret. Life, Texas, everything...

She didn't say anything, nothing... just silence...

We were just staring at one and other, by this time Darren had got up and was nursing a bloody nose. He noticed her and said "Oh... look, if it isn't the homewrecker herself" pointing at my sister. My eyes were still on her, they lingered there for a second then I looked away.

"Darren" Sienna breathed cautiously.

Darren moved, inching towards her. He looked so angry... I panicked, not knowing what he was going to do. I raised my hand going to hit him for the second time today but a force suddenly pulled me back, tugging at my other hand. I looked up and there I met the pleading brown eyes of my sister, like they were burning a hole into my soul, begging me to leave it.

"She's so crazy and messed up"... next he said something I never expected him to say... "I wouldn't be surprised if she slept with you" he said whilst pointing at me.

Next thing I knew Sienna had walked over and slapped him, leaving a red mark on his face causing Darren to hiss in pain. She said nothing, tears glistening in her eyes...

She ran off...