Seth's eyes went huge as he passed his sister Mirabelle's house. He stepped on the brake and turned his head to make sure. That was Roman's car parked outside on the street. He put the car in reverse and backed up to Roman's car.

"That son of a bitch!" He muttered.

There was absolutely no reason for Roman to be in Mirabelle's house. Roman knew better than to ever go after Seth's sister. Seth wasn't stupid. He had known for years how his 7 years younger little sister turned Roman's head. Roman was never stupid enough to speak his feelings out loud, let alone act on them, but Seth knew. And apparently Roman had finally decided to act on it.

"They're very cute," Roman said. "Uh, it tickles."

He was chuckling while holding Mirabelle's three pet rats. Their little feet, their tales and their fur made it tickle when they crawled under his shirt.

"They like you," she said.
"I like them too," he said. "Rats got a bad reputation for no reason. They're adorable."

The front door to her house got slammed open, and an angry voice followed.

"Mirabelle!" Seth shouted. "Roman! I know you're here, asshole! I saw your car outside!"
"Fuck," Roman said lowly.
"He's got no reason to be mad. We haven't done anything wrong," Mirabelle said.
"I'm in his sister's house," Roman sighed. "You know how this looks."

He handed the rats back to her. She put them back in the cage, and they walked out to greet Seth together. Seth was seething by the sight of them.

"I told you not to touch my sister!" Seth growled.
"I haven't touched her. I'm just visiting her," Roman said.
"I know you, Roman," Seth said. "You wanna fuck her."

Seth looked over at Mirabelle. Her sky blue eyes already had a look of fear. Her long, light blonde hair hang loose. Sometimes she looked like an angel in the right light. An angel to his demon. They were like night and day both in looks and personality. The result of having different fathers.

"He only wants to fuck you. You're so god damn stupid that you can't even see that. He doesn't care about you," Seth said.
"Hey!" Roman snapped. "Don't you fucking dare! I care about her. I wouldn't be here if I didn't."
"Please!" Seth rolled his eyes. "I've been around you for long enough. I've seen you have countless one night stands. You didn't care about those women either."
"That was different," Roman said.
"No, it's not. You didn't care about them and you don't care about Mirabelle," Seth said.
"Please, stop," Mirabelle said.

Seth smirked and walked over to Mirabelle. If he couldn't get through to Roman with his words, he could use her to get the message across. He grabbed her face with both of his hands and leaned down so they were in eye level.

"No one will ever care about you. Once they learn the truth, they're gonna run for the hills. You're better off alone," he said. "Come on out, bitch. Come out and show your ugly face."

Her eyes changed from a fearful look to a defiant look. His smirk grew wider.

"There you are," he said.
"Don't touch me!" She hissed.

She pushed him away and he started laughing.

"Hi, Jenna," Seth said.
"Jenna?" Roman asked.
"Oh, she didn't tell you?" Seth smiled wickedly. "She has dissociative identity disorder. Or what you probably know as split personality. There's three people living inside her. Roman, meet Jenna. The high school mean girl."
"Shut the fuck up, loser," Mirabella said.
"Oh, so tough, Jenna," Seth said. "You're only 16, little girl. Your vocabulary will grow as you get older. Oh wait, you never get older."

Seth let out a loud mocking laughter. Mirabelle stomped past the two men. Before Roman could figure out what was going on, he heard the front door slam.

"Mirabelle!" Roman yelled.

Roman was about to follow but Seth placed a hand on Roman's arm to stop him.

"Don't," Seth said. "She went out drinking. She'll be fine. She'll come home once she gets bored."
"What the hell was that?" Roman asked.
"I knew she hadn't told you. She's embarrassed. You needed to see it for yourself. There's Mirabelle and Jenna. Jenna is easy to lure out. You just insult Mirabelle a bit, and Jenna flies in to play smartass," Seth said.

Roman tried turning it around in his head. He was angry. Not angry with Mirabelle for not telling him. Angry with Seth for doing it this way. This was Mirabelle's story to tell, and he was sure she would have told him once she was ready. He was also confused. He knew about the disorder but he had never met anyone with it. Seeing how quick she had switched from being the woman he knew and into a high school girl was scary. And there was also something else Seth had said.

"You said there's three personalities," Roman said.

Seth's smile dropped. He actually looked kind of scared.

"I don't wanna talk about the last one," Seth said.

Roman crossed his arms. Seth wasn't getting off that easy. Seth had opened Pandora's box, and Roman wasn't leaving until Seth gave him the information he wanted to know.

"Talk!" Roman demanded.
"You know that scar on my hip, right?" Seth asked.

Roman nodded. He had seen the scar. Seth had tried talking his way out of it. First he said he didn't remember how he got it. Then he said he fell down from a tree when he was little. Roman knew Seth was lying so he decided to let it be. Seth clearly didn't want to talk about it back then.

"She stabbed me with a pair of scissors," Seth said.
"What?" Roman asked.
"She was cutting fabric for one of her projects. I think she was making a dress. Who cares? The point is that we got into a bit of an argument when all of the sudden that third one appeared and stabbed me," Seth said.
"What did you do?" Seth asked.
"She tried pulling the scissors back out. I knew she would kill me if I let her so I threw my elbow into her skull. She fell down and I kicked her in the head so hard that I gave her a concussion. Then I pulled out the scissors and patched myself up. That's why the scar is so ugly," Seth said.
"Why didn't you go to the hospital or call the police?" Roman said.
"And tell them what?" Seth asked angrily. "Who's to say they would have believed me over her? My boot print was planted on her face. It was best to keep quiet about it. It doesn't fucking matter. She doesn't know what happened either. She woke up as Mirabelle with a concussion. I told her she fell. She bought it. End of story."

Roman's arms dropped. It was a lot to take in. Inside of Mirabelle was a third personality who wanted to kill. He couldn't wrap his head around how this sweet and wonderful woman he knew could have that side to her.

"Jenna is a bitch. I can handle her. It's the psychopath you don't wanna deal with. Jenna is easy. I know how to lure her out and keep her in line, but I'm the only one who knows how to deal with all this shit. Leave her alone, Roman. You don't wanna get involved in this," Seth said.
"What if I do?" Roman asked.
"I'm telling you to not get fucking involved!" Seth gritted his teeth. "Leave and don't ever come back!"
"What about her? She's gonna need someone to talk to, isn't she?" Roman asked.
"I'll wait for her here," Seth said. "She always comes back. Don't worry. I know what to do. I've been dealing with this almost my entire life."

Roman nodded again. He was lost for words. He sighed and walked out in the hall. He put on his boots and jacket and went out in his car. Sure, he would leave the house as Seth requested but that didn't mean he would be leaving for good. Seth seemed sure about Mirabelle being out drinking somewhere, and Roman would search every bar until he found her.