I have an update for you! And I just want to say a massive thank you to hippiechick2112 for being so supportive and awesome.

Disclaimer: Somehow I doubt this is mine.


The two of us didn't speak again until the next day. I didn't want to see her and she didn't want to see me. I felt betrayed, but I guess it was mutual. I mean, I'm probably the reason all this happened. No matter what Mom thought, I was the homewrecker. Not Hawk. Me.


I sat on my bed in my room in Boston and didn't even look up when she walked in.

"You broke the Code of Sisterhood." I muttered. "'Don't tell Mom.'"

"I had to! And if I broke a code, then so did you." she replied, sounding just as annoyed as me. "There's an unwritten law of the universe that expressly forbids...this."

"This?" I laughed humorlessly. "'This' could be anything. Why don't you just say it?'

Because then it would be real. She doesn't say it and neither do I, but it's true.

"I missed you, Cathy! Dad and I both did. You weren't there and that really sucked, and I missed you!" I take a deep breath. "If you think we wanted to write you and Mom out of our lives, if you think that's what I wanted, then you're wrong. You didn't have to stab me in the back. You promised you'd keep my secret."

"I never promised you anything." My sister stood in front of me, and it didn't feel like we were related anymore. It didn't feel like we were even friends. It felt like we were enemies on the brink of war. "And I tried to avoid telling her at first cos I figured you'd fail again. I thought it was just another of Becky McIntyre's Shitty Plans that wouldn't amount to anything. But you were gone for a whole week, and Mom was starting to freak out. I told her not to call the cops. I constantly reassured her that you were OK, that you were with Dad and that neither of you had been murdered or kidnapped or anything. Then I realized that you'd actually done it. You'd gone and actually succeeded in one of your plans. I had to tell her." I started to feel bad.

"I was just trying to help."

"So was I!" She and I aren't so different after all, I supposed. We wanted the same thing - to be happy, and for the people we love to be happy too. The only problem was that our methods were so, so different.

"Cathy-" She swept out of the room before I could tell her that I understood.