I feel I don't need to put a disclaimer in this. I think you guys know by now I don't own shit. Ha. I own :counts: one, two, three, four characters in this chapter and probably from here on out. Mike and Sara aren't coming back into this story. Phew. I didn't really like them anyway. Lol.

CHAPTER EIGHT: Mari

:Oh yeah, this is some time after the last chapter. About six years. I know it's a long time but it's all good:

:Hits my head on the desk: Ah, crap... writers block. This never happens to me. But I guess it happens to the best of us. Maybe if I sit her in front of the keyboard long enough I'll think of something. Okay... here we go.

CHAPTER EIGHT: Little Sister

I sat in a plastic lawn chair and watched two kids run back and forth through a sprinkler. I heard the doorbell, but I just sat there. If it was the person I was expecting it to be, they would just come right in. The doorbell rang again. I looked toward the back door and then back at the kids.

"Mari, James. Are you two going to be okay while I run inside to get the door?" I asked. They nodded and kept running through the sprinkler happily. They were having fun and I didn't want the carpets wet so I let them stay outside. We had a fenced in yard so I knew they weren't going anywhere. I got up from the chair and walked in the back door. I walked through the house to the front door and looked out the peephole. I opened the door and looked at the girl standing there. "It was unlocked." It was just my little sister, Monica.

"Oh. Sorry. I thought it was locked." She said walking passed me into the house.

"The kids are out back. Come on." I said tugging on her arm. She followed behind me and stopped in the kitchen.

"Do you have anything to drink. I'm, like, dying of thirst here." I nodded and pointed to the fridge.

"Touch the beer and I'll kick your ass." She chuckled. "I know how many are in there." She nodded and I walked out the back door. I had a feeling she'd try and steal a beer and if she did, I'd seriously kick her ass. I sat back down in my chair and continued to watch the kids. Monica walked out and sat in the chair next to me. The kids looked at her and waved.

"Hey guys!" She said waving back. The little girl came over to her and smiled sweetly.

"Hey Aunt Monica." She said smiling more. James, who was three years older then Mari, came over because he realized it was no fun without her.

"Hello there, Mari. How are you today?" Monica said to her. I smiled and looked at the little girl, Mari.

"Aunt Letty, who is that?" James asked me, whispering so Monica couldn't hear. I pulled him onto my lap, ignoring the fact that he was wet and looked over at Monica.

"Monica." I said to get her attention. Mari and her both looked over at me. "James, this is your aunt Monica. Monica, this is your nephew James."

"Hello." James said. Monica stuck her hand out to shake his and he shook, smiling.

"This is Kendra's son, isn't it?" Monica asked me. I nodded and she smiled. "James, you look just like your mother." James blushed and Monica smiled more at him. Mari climbed onto Monica's lap and she winced at the cold water.

"My mom died when I was little. I don't remember what she looks like." James said. Monica looked over at me and shook her head.

"Really?" Monica asked looking at me. I shook my head and she nodded a little.

"Why don't you two go inside and get some dry clothes on." I said. They nodded and ran into the house. "Becareful!" I shouted back to them. I looked back to my sister and she was sipping out of a bottle. I stood up and smacked the bottle from her mouth. She jumped and stood up, glaring at me.

"What the fuck, Letty?" She asked.

"I said I'd kick your ass if I ever saw you with a beer in your hand." I said. She cleared her through and looked at the beer bottle. She reached down and picked it up.

"Your a pussy, Letty. You can't even tell a child that his mom abandoned him."

"No, I know it's better to hear that your moms dead than to know she doesn't want you anymore." She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side a little.

"Like you?" She asked taking a drink of the beer that was half empty in her hand. I glared and shook my head.

"I haven't abandoned my kids."

"I was talking about Mom."

"I kept telling myself she was dead. She left me. I didn't care once I had it in my mind that she was dead."

"She didn't want you because you were fucking around with that Toretto fuckhead." She snapped. I took the bottle from her hands and she reached for it but I held it away from her.

"Well, I fuckin loved that fuckhead. That's my business. Not yours, not moms."

"Well, Letty, I hate to fuck with your head right now but mom is still alive. Whether you like it or not, she is alive."

"Get out of my house." I screamed. She chuckled and nodded. She turned and started toward the back door. She stopped at the door because James was standing there. She bent down to his height and whispered something. I knew what she said. When she stood up and James walked through the door, I gripped the bottle in my hand. Before I knew it my hand was back and the bottle was flying through the air. The bottle broke into pieces as it hit the wall just above her hand.

"Crazy bitch." She said, walking through the door. Mari looked at her and Monica waved. Mari walked through the door and stepped around the broken pieces of glass. She walked over to me and I picked her up.

"She said a bad word." She said. I nodded and she frowned.

"She's not coming back, it's okay." Mari nodded her head and I looked around for James. I could tell he was upset with me because he was keeping his distance from me. "James?" I asked. He looked up at me and frowned. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Monica said my mom isn't dead."

What will she say? Hmmm. Will she lie again? Or will she tell the truth. She has a thing with lies. Yeah. I'm going to shut up. For all who couldn't figure out, James is the little boy from the earlier chapters. He's eight now. And then Mari is five. OOO. This chapter, I think it ended in a sucky way. It's also sorta short. I'm not getting bored with this story, that's for sure... I just have some other things to do. I have a report due tomorrow. Bonnie & Clyde. Blah.