"It was crazy, how it happened. The last night I saw her, I...I wasn't myself." Margaret Jensen explained. She sat across a table from Lily as a dull light shone down upon them. Uncomfortable with the whole situation, she continued to fidget in her chair while she talked. "Stuff happened, you know? I was angry."

"Stuff? Like what?" Lily asked.

"My family is…different, to say the least. I mean, we live in a pretty catholic community but…my family is on a slightly different level," Margaret said.

"How so?"

"See… you'd have to know my father…"

-The Jensen home, 1999-

"I can't believe you brought this filth from Satan into my house," yelled Abraham Jensen. His three children, Margaret, Joel and Ashley were all gathered in the living room along with their mother.

"It isn't mine!" Joel protested.

Abe held the colorful fabric in his hand. Never could a rainbow be as hated as the one in his tightening fist.

"'Thou shall not lie with mankind as with womankind: it is abomination!'" His booming voice threatened to burst the eardrums of everyone in the room. "Leviticus, chapter 18, verse 22!"

"I'm aware of that," Joel said, hiding the anger in his voice out of fear.

"And I suppose that next you're going to tell me that this doesn't belong to you too?" His father asked, holding up a gay pornographic magazine.

Joel looked at it in horror. "Dad, I would never touch that stuff. It's sick!" He yelled

"Sick like you!"

"Honey, I think you need to calm down. I know this is a shock to you, but we can't handle it this way." Mary jumped in. "Joel, we're your parents and we love you…even if you're gay."

"I'm not gay! I don't know how these magazines got here, but they are not mine!"

"You're lying! I won't hear anymore of this. I have no tolerance for liars…especially homosexual ones. I'm sending you to Holy House!"

"What? That's insane!"

"You're going to Holy House, and that's final!"

-The present-

"Holy House?" Lily asked.

"The kids at school called it the "Defageration" or "Ungayification" House. It's a place where über Catholic parents send there kids when they find out that they're gay. Kids go in as flaming fruitcakes, and come out as Heaven-bound upstanding citizens," said Margaret.

"I see. But, what was it that made you act differently the last time you saw your sister?"

"I was pissed. I was angrier in that one moment than I had been in my whole life. The pride flag my father found, it belonged to Ashley. She got it at a gay pride parade. And the magazine, it belonged to her too. It was a ploy. She didn't mean to frame Joel. She just wanted to take attention away from her and her lesbian tendencies. If she was a lesbian, why would she own gay porn, you know? But I knew. I knew what she really was. She printed off an email one day. A love letter from some girl named Tess. I didn't say anything because I didn't want her to get in trouble with our dad."

"But still," Lily asked. "What exactly made you so pissed?"

"Well," Margaret rolled her eyes to the ceiling as she recalled the events of that night…

-December 10, 1999-

Abraham came out of his bedroom at the same time Margaret came out of hers. As they were about to cross paths, he pulled her into the bathroom with so much force, she couldn't stop him.

"Honor thy father and thy mother," he said, slapping her across the face. Her cheek was burning and red as she felt the sting.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"How long did you think it would stay a secret for, huh? You all must have been going around behind my back laughing at me. All this time…" He shook his head. "All this time, I thought Joel was a faggot. I spent my money sending him away when I should have really sent Ashley," He slowly wrapped his hands around his eldest daughter's neck. There was so much anger building up inside of him that it was hard to even speak. He stressed every letter, hoping that it would go to her head. "You knew. You all knew and you didn't tell me. Ashley is dead to me…and so are you. I have no daughters!"

-The Present-

"I was so angry that her secret caused me to get in trouble. Do you know how hard it is? To have your own father look you right in the eyes and show nothing but hate for you? I hated Ashley for that. I let her know it, too, right before she went to Tess' party. I told her that I never wanted to see her again." Margaret broke down and began to cry. "My last words to her…my last words to my own sister were: 'I hate you. I wish you were dead!' What kind of a person am I?"

"What happened after that?" Lily asked, trying not to let the story get to her. She had to remember that this was a case and the sobbing girl before her could easily be lying to save herself. She couldn't show sympathy for her.

"I…I don't know. They next day, she was dead. I never saw her again. I know I was mad the last time I saw her, but I swear I didn't kill her! I didn't kill my sister."

A/N: K, I watched my favorite episode of Cold Case last night. The one with the prostitute supposedly killed on tape, and it just inspired me to write another chapter. I hope you all liked it. Also, if you look back, in chapter two, I said that she had been burnt to death. I took that part out a while ago, but I don't think anyone noticed. It was an idea I had originally that fit in with the alternate ending, but I'm not using it anymore, so I decided to take it out. That's about it for now, I guess. See yall later!