"You're father is supposed to be dead," Bradin told her, "He left your mother."
"He did leave my mother. However, he didn't die. He walked out on her because my mother argued to get me back. He's angry that she chose me over him."
"That's stupid," he said, "He should be happy that you're with your biological family again. Just because people don't agree with him doesn't mean he should kill you."
"Tell him that," she said, "He won't listen to anybody."
"So, why is he only killing you? Wouldn't he also want your mother dead?" he asked.
"Bradin," she said, "I gave you the reason many times. You argued with me about it. You are even going to prove me wrong. Think about it."
He sighed knowing the answer. He turned around and walked forward. Kaitlin saw him raise his arms and make his hand into a fist. He swung forward and punched her wall.
"Bradin!" she yelled grabbing his arm before he could do it again, "Don't, Bradin. Please."
"I am not going to stay back and have people tell you that you're a mistake and have you believe them. You are NOT a mistake! You're nowhere near it! Believe me, Kaitlin. You're nowhere near being a mistake."
"He's right," they heard. They both turned to their sides and saw Sean standing there. "Your sister let me in," he told Kaitlin.
Kaitlin went into her pocket and took a pocket knife out.
"What are you doing?" Bradin asked as he took it away.
She took it back from him and said, "Watch." She walked into her room with the guys following her. She closed the door behind them. "Stand by the door," she told them. They guys listened and stood by the door. Kaitlin stood across from her bed and threw the knife in that direction making it land in the wall. She pointed to the knife. "If that knife leaves that spot, then something bad is going on," she told them.