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The next day we were packing up and getting ready to leave. I had been up a while and desperate to get out of town. After I took a very quick shower, I finished gathering my things.

"Well," I announced in a quiet voice. "I'm ready"

We were on the road several minutes later. My speech had been limited through my choice, I couldn't find the right words to say to my big brothers. What could I say to them? Sorry wasn't enough, I knew that for sure. My mind wandered as I sat in silence in the back seat of the car, my eyes gazing out the window. Damn, the sun was too bright. Half an hour passed and the car journey had been silent up until this point, until Dean ruined the silence by blaring his Metallica tape.

I turned onto my side, making sure my back was facing my brothers as I could feel their eyes constantly watching me. I want to fix things up with my brothers badly. I don't even want to think about what will happen when Dad finds out. Instant death probably. Not a single tear drop had fell from either eye, but I could tell I was at breaking point. How could I be so stupid, letting myself be used for money. Years of getting knocked about by monsters has seriously done damage to my IQ levels.

The grip I had on my silver amulet became tighter, my bottom lip began to tremble. It wouldn't stop trembling to the point I had to bite down on it. Dammit! I couldn't break down now, I was far too exposed. Nevertheless, the tears began to drip down my cheeks. At least I was facing away from my brothers and they couldn't see me cry. It's like in the movie Grease with that song 'There Are Worst Things I Could Do' and with the final lyrics 'But to cry in front of you, that's the worst thing I could do'. Man, I would be a psychologist's dream with the amount of issues I have, to the point they could write a book about me. A small sob broke free from my throat. My hand clamped over my mouth, hoping to muffle the noise. It didn't make a difference as my brothers obviously heard my pathetic weeping.

"Chrissie?" came Sam's voice. "What's wrong?"

Everything in my mind was crumbling, all because of a perverted boy and the twenty dollar gamble he had with his work colleague. The second boy to break my heart. At this moment I felt the car steer into the side of the highway and the car juddered to a stop. Another sob escaped my mouth. The feeling of a hand ruffling my wavy hair made me shiver slightly. I wasn't alone in the backseat anymore. Great.

"Baby, you don't have to worry about that punk kid," said Goose, his tone of voice soft and gentle, a huge comparison to a few hours previous when he was screaming bloody murder at me, delivering a swat across the small of my back with his leather belt as punishment. "He won't be bothering you anymore."

Why was he being nice all of a sudden? I didn't deserve their pity, I deliberately disobeyed them, which is not a wise thing to do in my family. The barricade was destroyed and I just broke down like a small child. Through my tears I became aware of being turned over and hands belonging to my eldest brother taking hold of my face.

"You have nothing to worry about," consoled Dean. "You're gonna be okay. That kid will never hurt you again. We promise."

My misty eyes finally focused on my eldest brother, but on seeing his face it caused me to burst into a fresh flood of tears. Pathetic, huh?

"I'm sorry" I sobbed. "I'm so sorry."

When I was little it was known for me to cry at anything, from being left alone in the dark to nightmares and even getting scolded. Then I started elementary school and that's when I started construction on my emotional inhibitors. There still there, but due to constant strain over the years it has caused them to crack, causing malfunctions every once in a while. At my age now, it seemed rather childish to activate the waterworks.

"Chrissie, listen to me," said Dean with a small sigh, pulling me into a one armed hug. "What's done is done. You can't change that."

More sniffling followed. Sam gazed down at me, bearing his wide eyed sad puppy look, an expression that I have inherited also. He kept patting my knee in an act of comfort.

"I fell for his charm," I wept. "He kept telling me how beautiful I was and that I was special. I knew he just wanted to get into my pants, but I fell for it, like the stupid little girl that I am."

My eyes were beginning to ache, yet the tears continued to ooze down my cheeks.

"Leave all the stressing out with us, sweetheart," said Dean. "Forget about him. Put him in the deepest, darkest part of your mind and just forget."

Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do. The gadget from Men In Black that wipes memories would be a useful tool right now. Forgetting can be easy or hard. This time, I hope it's easy.

I was listening to the song from Grease, you know the one that Rizzo sings, that's what I decided to call the chapter after. Listen to the song and listen to the lyrics. It seemed to fit Chris's thoughts at this present time.

Anyways, the next chapter will be longer as it will be my take on "Dead Man's Blood"

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