Author's Note: I know, I know. I haven't updated in SUCH a long time. But high school's been a downer, and I've had a lot of homework. I just finished excams, and I have a feeling I won't be able to update for the next while. But I'll update when I can.

Chapter 6: Pinkie Swear

"Did you find her?" Eric asked, once he got home from work, with Lucy following closely behind him.

Annie nodded, "Kevin found her in the garage apartment." she said, as she chopped up some vegetables for dinner.

"Why was she in the garage apartment?" Lucy asked what Eric was thinking. Annie sighed, and put down her knife.

"She was crying, and I think she still is." she said. Eric also let out a sigh and put his bag on the kitchen chair. "I hate seeing her like this." Annie added, "I feel so helpless. I asked her if she wanted to talk but she just got angry and told me to go away."

"I guess we just have to give her time." Eric said. It was hard for him too, he never liked it when his daughters were hurting, and he didn't realize until now, how much this had impacted Ruthie.

"She's not coming down for dinner, either." Annie said, breaking Eric out of his thoughts. "She said she had a lot of homework to do."

"I could try and talk to her." Lucy butted in, grabbing a cut up carrot and taking a bite.

"You can try, but I don't think she wants to talk to any of us." Annie said. Lucy nodded and put her purse on the counter, before going upstairs towards Ruthie's room.

"Who is it?" Ruthie exclaimed, from the other side of the door, on her bed, when she heard the knock.

"It's me." Lucy called back.

Ruthie knew exactly who it was, she didn't have to say her name, "I don't want to talk to you!"

"Oh, come on Ruthie." Lucy said, putting her hand around the door knob, getting ready to open it. "You gotta talk to someone, sometime."

"That may be so, but it doesn't have to be you, or anybody else in this family." Ruthie called out. Lucy got tired of her attitude and just opened the door, walking into the room. "I told you I didn't want to talk to you, please just go away."

"No, I'm not going to go away. You either talk to me, or I'm just going to follow you around for a very long time until you give in." Lucy said. Yes, it sounded childish, but it was true, Lucy would follow her around, if she didn't talk to her. Ruthie needed to talk to someone, she needed to say how she was feeling, and who better to listen then her older sister, who was in "training" for a job that she had to do exactly that, a lot.

Ruthie sighed, not saying anything, and looked down at her text book. Lucy walked up to her bed and sat down on the end. "Still not talking?" Ruthie shook her head before closing her books and laying down sideways on her bed, her back towards Lucy.

"Come on Ruthie, I'm your sister, why can't you talk to me?" Lucy asked, she hated seeing her sister like this.

"Because just like dad, you're going to use the stupid psycho-babble crap." Ruthie said honestly.

"Then why can't we just talk as sisters? I can leave the psycho-babble crap out of our conversation." Lucy said, "I promise Ruthie, please just talk to me."

Ruthie turned over slowly and sat up, "Pinkie swear?" she asked, holding up her pinkie. She laughed and locked her pinkie with Ruthie's.

"Pinkie swear." she nodded.

Author's Note: I know this one's short, but new chapter coming soon hopefully!