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Chapter 6
Splinter POV
I heard my oldest son shouting and went to see what the problem was. I saw Michelangelo standing in the shadows, watching, as I heard Leonardo call his sister that foul slur. I saw my youngest son text someone; probably Raphael. Before I could stop her, Marlowe had him on his back, her punches growing with every blow. Next, I heard Raphael's ring tone and the chain on the punching bag stilled. I heard him stop at Donatello's lab. Donatello and Raphael came up behind me and moved around me quite swiftly.
They dumped a large tub of water on my daughter, who finally snapped out of her state. Crisis averted for the time being, I slumped back against the wall and forced myself to breathe for a moment. That moment, however, was quite short as a father's panic over his children soon overwhelmed me.
I watched as Marlowe ran out the door in a panic and as Michelangelo went after her. Donatello crouched down to begin to see to Leonardo's injuries, but I stopped him.
"Go help Michelangelo with your sister. I will tend to Leonardo."
After they walked out into the sewers, I lit into my oldest son. As I knelt next to him I said, my voice steadily growing angrier, "How dare you!? You are very lucky it was your sister and not me meting out that particular part of your punishment," I snarled. "As it is, you have earned yourself a day in the Hashii. And if that doesn't work, we will revisit earlier punishments for such foul language! I know I taught you better than that! I heard the part about you wish she had died. Had she died, you would have been much worse off. Since the insurance money ran out six years ago, who do you think has been putting food on our table? In your belly? Who do you think brings the fresh game to us? Good Lord in Heaven, do you realize what she could have done? What you could have done, you little asshole. If I were you, I would be thanking my lucky stars for her. As it sits, you deliberately disobeyed me. I ordered you to leave your sister alone, but you decided to add fuel to an unstable fire. As far as I am concerned, you deserve the bruised ribs, the black eyes, and the aching testicles!"
Mikey POV
The cuts and bruises on Leo healed relatively quickly, but the fear rarely left my sisters eyes. It made me physically sick when Casey called me to go get her. She was at his place absolutely trashed. She barfed down my shell as I carried her home. Raph was waiting when we got home. He took her to clean her up and let me use the shower to get the vomit off of me.
A little later I heard him singing softly to her as she cried. Then, he said something I never I would hear him say.
"Lowe, even though tears may not fall down my face, I still cry with you.
A few days later, Sis took me fishing with her. We caught a ton of fish. When we got back, we told the guys, "We caught it, you clean it."
Ya know, for those three dealing with blood, guts, and BBQ sauce every day, they are fuckin' pussies. Lowie and I ended up cleaning all 14 fish, by ourselves. I don't get it; they can kill the Foot, rip them to ribbons, but they are too squeamish to kill a fish.
A few days later, I walked in on Lowe getting a check-up from Donnie.
Raph POV
"I said I'm fine, Leo," She shouted at my blue clad brother.
"You are not fine, Marlowe Jean," he replied, his anger near palpable. "Don! I need some backup. Ms Stubborn here isn't listening."
There was a fire in those black eyes, turning them darker than death, "Pot and Kettle, Assbag," she said, her voice calm and even.
Don strode over to his oldest siblings. "He's right, you know. You waffle back and forth between catatonic and black-out. Something is very wrong, Marlowe, and you are most definitely not fine."
"Raph. Tell them I am fine."
I sat there for a second, "Ya know how much I hate to agree wit Leo," I sniffed, "So I'll agree wit Don. Ya are the farthest thing from fine, Marlowe Jean."
A/n-I know this one is short.