AUTHOR'S NOTE: Not much to say. I beat Fuzzy Slippers in a game of chess. But, I'm going to try something new; Responses to everyone's review of the previous chapter.

Sol-Ratcht Saporro: God, I don't want anybody to get hurt.

Lone Wolf's Darkness: You're saying the suspense is beating you with a hot woman?

Silver Meta Dragon: I will.

Bane the Mad Demon Slayer: Shut up!

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The cold wind rushed by her. Katt shivered and pulled her coat closer to her body. Her stomach was making her a little sick. She had spent an hour and a half, in a foul-smelling cab, traveling across the city. Either, that or she was now at the driveway of her family's residence.

She swallowed hard and walked up the driveway, leaves crunching under her feet. She reached the front door and knocked.

There was no answer.

Katt knocked again. This time her father opened the door, just a little. "What do you want?"

"Daddy, can I come in?"

Her father hesitated. Then, another voice broke the silence. "Mark, who is it?"

"It's Kathryn, Deborah." Katt's mom up and opened the door all the way, and stood next to her husband, cradling a small kitten.

"Is that Missy? My, she's grown."

"Kathryn, why are you here?" Deborah said, stiffly.

Katt peered inside. She saw her sister on the couch, cradling the twin boy of the girl Deborah was holding, her brother and his wife, and her dear nephew, Robert, a young man of 17 years, with a fake arm. "Can I come in?"

"Why? What more are you going to do?"

"Jason isn't with me anymore! What do I have to do for forgiveness?"

"Leave us alone…", Katt's brother said coldly, standing up.

"I did not tell Jason to do what he did, Richard!"

"No, but you just stood there, while he shot my son three times and killed my daughter!"

Katt said nothing more; she looked down at the floor. She looked back up, and she saw only Robert was crying. He suffered the most from her last boyfriend, but was the only one who still seemed to love her.

Katt turned around, and felt the gust the door made as it slammed shut. She knew it was a bad idea to try and make amends with her family, but she was just so lonely.

She hailed a taxi and got in. "Where to, ma'am?"

Katt sniffed, "Southwest 34th Street, please."

"You got it." The cab driver handed her a tissue, which she graciously accepted. They then drove off.

Back in the house, Robert stood at the window and watched her go, tears still streaming down his face. His mother wrapped her arms around him, and rocked him slowly. "Robert, don't cry…"

"Why do you all still hate her?" he asked, sobbing loudly.

His grandfather, Katt's dad, boomed, "How can we not? What with the trash she always falls in love with. That last one of hers… how can we recover from that?"

Robert detangled himself from his mom and quietly went upstairs to his room.

Sigh… Review time. Chop, chop.