Out of all the things in my life I've lied about, my threats have never been one of them. I always make true to my threats, and I guess everyone knows that. In case you were wondering where this information was leading, I got Ephram out of detention.

Doing things for other people is great! I feel so wonderful! I don't remember feeling this good about myself. I helped him! I righted a wrong! I fixed one of my mistakes. I never knew it could feel this good. For five years, what an idiot I was. I could have enjoyed those years, I could have really lived them, but instead, I spent them acting like some, prissy bitch with a stick up her ass. Never again.

As I walked up the drive way to my house I had noticed a car in the driveway that usually wasn't there. I could tell by the giant peace sign on the trunk that Kay was visiting. Kay is the son of my father through his first marriage. My half brother. His mom is kind of, weird… How is she weird, you ask? Well, let's put it this way, Kay is named after her favorite Knight of the Round Table… Sir Kay was a noble knight, son of Sir Ector and raised the brother of King Arthur himself. Sir Kay was also known for being a smartass. It's something he and my brother have in common.

I walked in the door to see Aaron walk past, carrying a DNA model. Keep in mind Aaron is in the third grade. He greets me briefly but has obviously centered his attention on his DNA.

I set my bag down by the front stairs and walk through the huge dinning room and into the kitchen to find Kay sitting at the table eating, get this, breakfast. He doesn't turn to see me, his back being to me, so he probably thinks I'm a maid or something. Not being a maid, and not being noticed, a minorly evil idea comes to my mind and I sneak up behind him, quietly.

I'm right behind him and unless he's faking it, which he could be doing, he has no idea I'm there. Quickly I yell out is name and clasp my hands on his shoulders. He yells like a little girl and flings a forkful of scrambled eggs at the wall. I laugh deliriously and sit down at the table next to me. He looks at me trying to act upset when really he's harboring a smile. He then notices my eye and change of appearance.

"Whoa, Satch, what the Hell happened to you? You get in a fight?" he asked me jokingly. I shrugged, grinning.

"I hit her good," I told him. His eyes widened in surprise and then he just broke out into laughter.

Hm, two things. One, my brother has the weirdest sense of humor you'll ever find. Nothing really surprises him, and if it does, it lasts for about 1.3 seconds before it becomes funny to him. Two, 'Satch.' This is a name Kay and Kay alone calls me. It's a nickname that comes from his favorite baseball player of all time. Satchel Paige. Paige, get it? Satchel Paige was a pitcher for about forty or so years, and in one game, struck batting legend Rogers Hornsby out five times. So Kay calls me Satch and gets away with it. Hey, Kay is 25 years old and 6'3", I'm not going to mess with him unless he's sitting down…

Kay, it seems, is on a two week vacation from work in New York City, and has decided to spend it here with us in Everwood. How lucky for Everwood… Kay always had this great feeling about this place, he liked coming every chance he got. He explained it as quiet and peaceful, different from the motion of NYC. He finds that funny, by the way.

Anyway, since he had driven all night and was just now waking up, I explained to him my great escape as he ate his breakfast. I don't know if he let me talk uninterrupted because he was interested, or because he was chewing. Either way I'm kind of glad he kept silent until I was done.

When I was done he sat back in his chair in thought like some divine Buddha or something. Then, suddenly, he stuck out his hand to me.

"Congratulations…" he said. I smiled and shook it.

"Thanks," I replied. He nodded. He used a few fingers and lifted some strands of my hair off of my face to get a better look at my black eye.

"Have Dad and your mom seen this yet?" he asked. I nodded.

"What'd they say?"

"Oh, parents are supposed to say something when their children come home with black eyes and covered in mashed potatoes?" I asked him and he laughed slightly, nodding.

"Fair enough, fair enough. It's a beauty though Satch," he told me, nodding in approval. I frowned.

"I'll pass on your compliments to Kayla…" I told him. He laughed again.

"So, this Ephram guy, it's Ephram right? Okay, so about him, is he cute?" he asked me. I stared at him blankly for a few moments.

"You are so gay…" I told him. He chuckled.

"No, come on. I mean, could a crush on him some how be the cause of all of this. Yeah, don't look at me like that. I'm serious. I've seen some girls do mad stuff for some guys…" he explained. I sighed and shook my head.

"I'm not 'some girl,' Kay…"

"And he's not 'some guy.' Come on! You were going to say that Satch! You were going to say that!" he said pointing at me and laughing.

I was about to retort when we heard a loud scream coming from upstairs, followed by crying that filled the halls of the large house. Kay and I both knew the sound so we flew from our chairs, out of the kitchen, and up the nearest stairs, me in the lead.

We ran into Turner's school room to find him on the floor in the corner, crying and clutching his hand. A teacher and an aid were kneeling next to him, trying to get him to calm down. I ran over to him and kind of, well, shoved, the aid aside.

"What happened?" I asked the teacher, holding Turner's crying face in my hands and looking tenderly at him.

"He cut himself with the scissors," she explained. I looked at the hand he was holding and saw a small stream of blood on it. I turned back to my weeping older brother.

"Turner, come on Turner, calm down, you'll be okay, I promise," I told him smiling.

Ever since I was born, Turner always reacted to me differently than everyone else. He knew the special relationship between a big brother and a little sister, and he shared it with me. He also knew the special relationship between a little sister and a big brother, and let me share that with him.

"It hurts, it hurts…" he told me in his unusual but own distinct voice. I rubbed the side of his face and the back of his head gently.

"I know Turner, I know it hurts. But you'll be okay, I promise you. We're going to take care of you," I told him, smiling. He smiled back at me, breathing heavily but no longer crying.

"It hurts…" he repeated, but this time without pain in his voice. I moved some hair away from his eyes.

"I know. But think of it this way, it means you're alive…" I told him and he smiled fully and laughed a little. You haven't heard laughter until you've heard my brother laugh. There's no sound sweeter in the entire world.