Author's Note: People might not like this chapter too much, but I've had this in mind since I started the story, and it's necessary. Hmm, so, if you don't like it, please do not flame me because I have a fear of fire :)

"I have to talk to you," Delia barked, barging uninvited into her brothers' room. "Todd, get out."

Todd, the youngest Chambers kid, looked up at her, his jaw set in defiance until he saw the look on his older sister's face. "Okay," he murmured, flopped off his bed and scampered past her.

Chris was seated at his desk, doing algebra homework. He stared up at Delia in concerned confusion. "What is it?"

"Where the hell do you get off spreading rumours about Libby?" she demanded, slamming his textbook shut. "Huh, goddammit? You had no right! She confided in you, and you tell the world? That's not like you, Chris, you're better than that!"

"What are you talking about?" he asked softly.

"I'm talking about you telling your slut of an ex-girlfriend that Libby's father molested her!"

"I never told her that!" he insisted, his eyes wide and honest. "Andie said that she thought maybe Libby wished she could just go back to where she came from, and I said that Libby told me stuff about her old man and he wasn't the kind of person you'd wanna go home to. I didn't say that he molested her, Andie just thought that I was implying it."

"Why did you have to go and say anything?" Delia asked, her eyes filling up with tears.

"I don't know. I'm sorry. It's not true though. Her dad was physically abusive but he wasn't sexually abusive." He laughed uneasily, a little frightened by his sister's tears. "Why are you getting so worked up about this?"

"It's not funny!" she cried.

"I know it's not! Deelie, you're scaring me!"

"I was so scared for Libby," she whispered, holding her arms closely to herself like a small child.

"They came here. She's fine." He peered at her closely.

Delia's eyes were looking up at the ceiling as tears spilled down her cheeks. She managed to choke out, "Dad told me it was my fault. If I weren't so pretty…it wouldn't happen..."

Chris felt his heart sink. "Oh God no, Delia, please don't tell me this."

"I'm so sorry, Chris!" she cried, sobbing hoarsely.

"You're sorry!" he yelled. "I let it happen! I didn't even know! Dammit Delia! Why didn't you say he was doing that to you?"

"I thought everyone would think it was my fault!"

"You were just a little girl! He's an adult! Even if he'd had your consent, it would be his fault. You were a little girl, Delia, you were just a kid."

She shook her head wildly, trying to wipe the tears away. "I didn't want to, I really didn't mean to--"

"I'm so sorry," he said, jumping up from his chair and wrapping her up into a hug. Her back was full of tension at first until she hugged him back and he felt her go limp. "If I'd have known, I wouldn't have allowed it to happen, you have to believe me."

"I do, Chris," she murmured.

"Because I love you, you know that, right?" he asked. She nodded. He felt himself wanting to cry as he said, "I'm your brother. I'm supposed to protect you from assholes like him."