I wake up, wondering where I am. It's dark now, and I am not in my room. I fell asleep in my room. Where am I now? My eyes begin to adjust to the darkness and I realize I am in the living room, in a sleeping bag. Jake is next to me, on the right. Blossom is on my left side. I sit up quickly, still wondering how I got here. I look up and see that the Professor is on the couch near us.

I see Blossom stir next to me, and I hope she wakes up. As if she could hear me, she opens her eyes and whispers, "Are you okay Bubbles?"

I reply softly, "How did I wind up in here? I thought I fell asleep in my room."

"You did, but we heard a crashing sound, and when we got to your room, your window was broken and there was a brick on the floor. There was a note attached to the brick, so we didn't think it was safe for you to be alone." I can see the outline of her perfect hair as she speaks. I know that she cares so much about me.

"What did the note say?" I think about how much pain I'm putting everyone through.

"Oh it wasn't anything really. Just don't worry Bubbles. We won't let anything happen to you." I can hear worry in her voice. How am I supposed to not worry if Blossom is obviously worried?

"Oh. Okay. So, my room is a disaster? Since I'm awake I should probably go clean it." I go to stand up and Blossom touches my leg.

"Bubbles, it's not safe. You need to stay here with us. Professor told us to all watch you." Blossom is so protective of me.

"I'm not a baby, Blossom. I think I can take care of myself by now. I mean, I'm eighteen. I'm an adult." As I speak, I feel my voice get louder. I don't care. If I wake everyone else up, so be it. I'm tired of them treating me like the baby.

"Bubbles, calm down. You're cranky. You haven't gotten all the sleep you need. I'll help you clean your room in the morning, when we know that no one's throwing dynamite in through your window. It's just not safe for any of us up there right now." I know she's right. It doesn't feel good to know that though. She starts to speak again, "I know what you're thinking, you want your music. We brought down your CDs and your Discman in case you wanted to listen."

I smile at how sweet that is. They do know me too well. She sees that I've calmed down and no longer want to go upstairs. She goes back to sleep and I grab my headphones and pick out a nice relaxing CD. I fall back to sleep listening to music.

I wake up to see only Jake next to me. Everyone else must already be awake. I hop softly over Jake and wander into the kitchen. They must all have cleaned the kitchen this morning. I reach into the pantry and grab a granola bar.

I decide to walk up to my room and I slowly plod up the stairs. I'm still a little tired. I admit to myself that I have been through a lot this weekend. I walk into my room and it's clean. I look around for a moment and find the note. "Bubbles, We love you. Bloss, and BC"

Sometimes I do think they're sweet. I race back down to the kitchen and without realizing, go into super speed mode. I get out a whole mess of food (luckily the refrigerator and pantry were left well-enough alone) and make all my sisters' favorite foods. The smell must have gotten to them, because I turn around to see them standing in the pass through to the living room. I also notice Jake is standing behind them, practically drooling. I giggle, and ask, "Hungry?"

Blossom and Buttercup both yell, "Well, yeah!" The three race in, and find plates to serve themselves on. Considering that all of the plates had been smashed, they found paper plates, luckily. Otherwise I think they would have just stood over the sink and eaten.

Buttercup and Jake haul their plates back into the living room and turn on a football game. They're sitting really close and Buttercup feeds Jake a gooey, fudge brownie. He has a little whipped cream on his piece of apple pie, and he puts some on her nose. On this note, I realize they don't want me around, so Blossom and I head back into the kitchen, to sit at the table.

Immediately, we both start giggling like mad. That was the first time we'd ever seen Buttercup do anything remotely that cute. We pass it off as a Coming-Of-Age for her, and I watch her eat her treats. We talk for a little longer about Buttercup, and how different she's always been. I decide to leave them all to their own fun, and I go over to Professor's lab's door.

I knock softly on the painted, gray wood, and slowly I open the door and stroll down that short staircase. I see Professor look up as I get to the bottom. I give him a huge hug. I know I need to tell him everything. I start with Ian and the lies, and then I show him one of my bruises.

I didn't think Professor would make this big of a deal over the bruises. He pulls over a chair and tells me about how wrong Ian was - how unfair all that was. I start to cry, like usual, and he tells me everything will be fine. He says that we need to tell the police.

I'm not so ready to tell the police anything. He always warned me not to tell the police. I ask the Professor what the note on the brick said. He tells me that it was an empty threat, and that I really shouldn't worry - everything will be fine. He tells me that he is going to call the police back over, to tell them about everything he's recently learned.

I get a little worried when I hear his voice. Even the Professor sounds worried about me. While I think about their worry, I hear the sharp, tinkling sound of glass shattering, and then the familiar zip of my sisters flying in to investigate. I find myself zipping myself up the stairs to see what happened also.

I gasp when I look into my room and see the shattered remains of a ceramic puppy. The hand-painted details seem to cry as I look at them. We all notice another note attached to the tail of the puppy. I could see the dread in all of our eyes. How many notes do we have to put up with? I'm the first to walk forward and pick up the note. I read over it slowly, and am so upset by it, that my body gives way and I fall to the floor.