Sorry this has been so long in coming . . . not much to say other than enjoy! The bad language starts here and it kinda gets worse over the next few chapters, but I think Riff would have sworn a lot to himself. It's an interpretation, and a crappy one at that. Sue me. Wait.DON'T sue me. I own nothing.

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She walked in, took one look at me and I knew. I might not have wanted to admit it to myself, but I knew. I was trying to delay the inevitable by asking for confirmation, but I could tell. She had been beaten up innumerable times before but I had never seen her look in such a bad way as she did then. Her clothes were ripped, her forehead was smeared with blood from a deep graze near her hairline and there was already some bruising around her left eye. Before this she had always seemed so happy to see me when she arrived home, she would run to me, hug me, tell me how she had missed me and I would do likewise but this time she simply stood in the doorway and stared at her feet. Within seconds I was standing by her, tilting her chin upwards so that I could look into her eyes. They looked so different from usual, the mischievous lustre that was so often there has gone and whilst there would normally, even at the worst of times, have been a glimmer of optimism, her eyes now looked empty, drained, forlorn. Frank had inflicted all of this physical damage to her, who could tell what unseen harm he had caused to my beautiful sister? I felt the anger begin to course through my veins and there was no going back.

"He did this to you!" Magenta mumbled something about being exhausted and hissed at me not to wake mother but I was not about to be silenced. Having seen the state she was in I wasn't about to let her out of sight again. Trembling with fury I pulled her back around to face me. She was visibly alarmed. I'm not proud of how I acted, given my time again I would have gone about things differently, but my insides were seething and a part of my blamed my Magenta. I was furious, at Frank, at Magenta, at the whole fucking world. Unfortunately for her, only one of the three was present and so the poor girl had to bear the brunt of my anger. I cannot believe some of the accusations I flung at her as we embarked upon a shouting match, culminating in my sister breaking down sobbing, falling to her knees with desperate anguish. What a foul creature I had proven myself to be, what a complete and utter bastard. My sister, my angel, my everything needed me more than ever and what was I doing? There was my sister, bright, capable, articulate even in the face of such adversity and there I was behaving like a complete moron towards her. I didn't deserve her, I would never deserve her, but I loved her so much, even looking at her in this state hurt me more than any physical injury ever could. There was no excuse for me flying off the handle with her that night, no matter what distress I was feeling hers was infinitely worse. I reached a point where I was too disgusted with myself to speak to her anymore. I held her tightly, all the while silently praying that she would forgive me for my reaction. I never meant to hurt her. I love her. She is mine, mine to protect, to keep as my own, always.

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so that was this chapter. I didn't realise that Riff Raff could be such a possessive and neurotic character until I tried to see things from his perspective. I'm not particularly proud of this fic as he seems to be a hard character to write, but I hope you enjoyed it.