Sorry about the long time between the updates recently, I will try to update more. And thanks for reading the whole story so far, I found about 200 read the first chapter and then it drops to 70 by chapter 2. I hope you enjoy!

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"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Baby" They chorus, "Happy Birthday to you!"

The large cake is placed on the table, waiting for me to blow the candles out. As I blow them out (in three puffs), I repeat in my head; "I wish we'll all be happy happy happy!"

"I'm seven." I tell Granny. She's Mommy's mommy, as Daddy's family don't like us.

"Eleven?" Granny gasps, "But you're so small!"

And you're so dumb. "Seven," I hold up seven fingers, "Seven!"

"Oh, seven. You don't say your words properly, do you."

I give up and retreat back to the kitchen, where Mommy is baking cookies.

"Hey, there Birthday Girl." She ruffles my hair and sits next to me. "What's matter?"

"Where's Daddy?" I sigh, he promised he would leave work early to be here.

"I know, it sucks." Mommy tries her best to be reassuring, "Something important must of come up."

What could be more important than me? I spend the rest of the evening in my bedroom, looking for Daddy out my window, when the phone rings.

"Hello?" Mommy starts, "Will, what, where are you? Why? Oh my lord!"

With that, I race downstairs and look at Mommy, worriedly.

"No! William, Baby was waiting for you. Oh for goodness sake! I'll be there in ten minutes." She grabs her jacket and faces me.

"Mommy I wanna come. Please."

She doesn't respond for a moment, but grabs my wrist and runs to the car.

"Baby, Daddy got in trouble at work."

"What kind of trouble?"

Mommy sighs, "Daddy can explain to you."

We're silent on the way to the police station. Mommy is not very happy with Daddy, I can tell they're is gonna be an argument. I wonder what Daddy did. Did it have anything to do with the knife? Was it all my fault?

Mommy clutches my hand tightly as we enter. She doesn't like police stations, or the people in them.

"Nasty scumbags, all of them. Murderers and robbers, probably just there for food and shelter. They should be forced to do labour like in the olden days." She once expressed to me.

"Now," Michael charmed Mommy, "how would someone as young as you know about the olden days?"

"I went to school." She snapped back. Michael was naughty, even when he was eleven (I was three).

We pick Daddy up and he seems very embarrassed at first, muttering to Mommy, "Why did you bring her?"

I stomp, "Her has a name, ya know."

Daddy goes to scoop me up but I step back, "Princess?" He looks at me, sadly.

"Don't 'Princess' me."

"She's probably ashamed of you." Mommy says darkly.

He gives up talking after that, and sits in silence in the car ride. It's awful, and I still want to ask Daddy what he did, but Mommy sorts that pretty quickly.

"Why don't you enlighten us what you did."

He grumbles, "It wasn't me. It could have been anyone. And besides, he wasn't hurt, it was his shoulder."

"Oh, so if it's his shoulder, we can all make an acceptance." Mommy says in a mocking tone, "Baby, is it ok, if you stab someone in the shoulder?"

I shrink back, not knowing what to say. Mommy is right, it's no different, but I did stab a girl in a worse place.

"I don't know, Mommy. Daddy didn't kill him, but it must have hurt."

So, she huffs and he looks satisfied. I've never had a worse car ride.

I was right. There's an argument the moment my door is closed, and I can hear it. Cody's asleep. He can't hear it. I wonder if Michael can? So, I creep across the landing into his room. I haven't been in his room recently, and it sure has changed. It used to be red and Arsenal themed, with his large scarf pinned onto the wall, not what I scarf was for, I always thought. But now its navy blue (Mommy thought it was a calming color) but it's practically empty. All I can see, is his gaming chair, facing the large tv. He's talking to someone, even though there is no one in sight. Then I spy he's wearing a headset, and holding his controller to his PlayStation. Or maybe his Xbox, I can't tell. He clearly doesn't want to be bothered.

"Baby!" He takes his headphones off and turns to me, "Welcome to the batcave."

He jumps out of his chair and scoops me up like Daddy does and tickles me 'til I scream!

"Happy Birthday." He drops me onto the bed, making me bounce and pulls out a little parcel wrapped in blue wrapping paper with "Merry Christmas" pasted all over it.

"Ignore the paper."

I eagerly dig through the selotape and find a jumper with "World's Best Brother" on it.

"Cody will love me in this" I giggle.

"What about me then?" He pretends to look hurt. I move onto the next thing in the pile. It's a necklace, with a heart on it.

"I love it!" I jump on him and hug him.

"There's something else."

It's a small porcelain doll, with a pink dress and lace, and a matching hat. I hug her tight.

"Her names Rosie."

Rosie. It's perfect.

I love my brother!