Chpt. 1 - Falling apart

Ginger lifted her head from where it rest on her arms as she lay sprawled out on her bed. A look of pure confusion flashed across her tear swollen features as, from what seemed a vaugely distant point in space, she heard a sob that was not her own. Making her way from her own room she snuck steadily down the hall toward where she had determinded the source of the noise had come, the room that belonged to her younger sibling. Slipping up against the framework of his doorway she listened carefully, hoping to pick up on a muttered word, a sobbed expression, but the only noise that reached her ears was that of one completely heartbroken. Other than for her breathing it was so silent that she could almost hear the tears of the young boy shatter on the bed cloths beneath him. Stepping through the doorway she was startled to find that not only was he brother seated upon his bed sobbing with emotional disress, but apparently in physical pain as blood drizzled down from his right hand onto the sheets beneath him.

"Carl, what happend..." she asked, sounding far angrier than she had ment to. Quickly changing the tone of her voice she began to speak again, now in the tone of a caring older sister.
"How did this happen? Did someone hurt you?"

The boys only response was to nod toward the wall opposite him. Stepping into the room further Ginger was again surprised to find that where before there had been a perfectly good wall there now stood a hole, just large enough to hold her sibling's fist. Glancign at him with all the care and concern in the world she attempted to speak, attempted to question, attepmted anything, but the words would simply not come. It mattered not, though, for just when she thought that the situation was becomeing hopeless, the boy spoke of his own accord.

"They took him, " he muttered under his breath, " They found out what he meant to me and they took him from me..." Slowly the boy sank back into himself, sobbing again.

"Who took him, Carl?"

"The Griplings...Blakes parents found out about us and the forbid him to see me...they've got him under lock and key with Winston keeping his eye on him at every moment...Winston's not at all pleased with making Blake of me unhappy, but he has to follow orders or face the threat of...Termination from the household."

It took a moment for everything Carl had just revealed to her to sink in. The parents of her brothers boyfriend had forbidden them to see one another. This was an atrocity and they deserved to be punished for their unfair attitudes more than eiteher of the boys, they only wanted to be happy. The anger rose in her cheeks and flushed her face red. Slowly a look of determination took over he face and her eyes gleamed with a mischeve that even Carl had never seen. He stared in amazement as her lips turned upward slowly, creasing into the ever famous Foutly smirk, and he wondered what could be so increadibly good at a moment like this.

"Don't worry Carl," she spoke with a tone that he thought only he had mastered when talking to those annoying adults he had to evade. "Your big sister will take care of this, you just leave this to the girls..."

With that she wheeled about on one heel and proceeded out of the room with a determined look that Carl had to admit he could never have mustered...

And there you have the first true chpt. To the sequal that you all have been buggin me about non stop. Please read and reveiw if you would like me to take the time out of my day to put the rest in print. Latta.

MK