A/N: Hi thanks for all the reviews, follows and favs. I just finished my exams yesterday which means I have more time to update and have got quite a few ideas for future chapters, so yeah here's chapter 5..(PS what's your opinions on author's notes?)

UPDATED A/N: I am re-editing this story in December 2015 and find it so strange that this was written in May... Note to self: UPDATE MORE

PS: Hope you enjoy this chapter

Jude's POV

I headed back to bed after my breakfast. Who on earth gets up at 9 am on a Saturday? There were two girls at breakfast Cora and Kirsten. Callie seemed to get on with the younger one Cora I think, in fact everyone did but no one really paid much attention to Kirsten. I walk downstairs to the family room. I see the younger girl sat in between Callie and Mariana watching Power Rangers. Her sister is sat herself on the armchair, her arms folded across her chest, knees up at her chest. She's staring at the ceiling

I approach her and see she has tears in her eyes. It makes me angry that Callie is just ignoring her; it wasn't long ago that she was the one that was angry and defensive. It's sad that they've not noticed.

"Hey, Kirsten isn't it?" I ask and she replies with a nod, "I'm Jude. You don't seem to be having much fun here, would you like to play or something?"

"Yeah..." She smiles slightly.

I hold out my hand and she grabs it. I lead her into the back yard. She decides that we're making up a dance routine(despite me telling her I'm a terrible dancer).

"And point...left step... pirouette... Fan kick... Splits...curtsey..." She teaches me (although I can't get anywhere close to the splits). She sighs "Jude when you fan kick make sure your leg is highest in the middle, yes like that."

It's kind of funny how bossy she is but at the same time she's a pretty good dancer. She makes me run her routine again but this time I fall over my feet while turning and land face first on the grass. She giggles.

"Are you ok?" She asks and I shake my head 'yes' but she doesn't agree, "You're not! Your leg's bleeding!"

I am dragged into the kitchen by the girl. She pushes me onto a seat before asking where the first aid kit is kept. I point to the drawer and she retrieves the green box and opens it up finding antiseptic cream, wipes and plasters. She cleans the graze on my knee and places a plaster on it. She pats my knee and smiles up at me telling me she's done. Kirsten quickly cleans her mess and sits down across from me

"So Kirsten other than dancing what else do you enjoy?" I ask her breaking the silence.

"Well I like makeup and reading... Actually I love reading, sometimes more than my sister!" She giggles, "So what about you?"

"Well... I like playing video games and reading too... but probably not as much as you." I answer.

Mama enters the kitchen and smiles at us. She begins to prepare lunch makes small talk with us. There is a comfortable atmosphere that is, until Kirsten unitientionally makes it really awkward.

"When do we have to go 'home'?" She asks innocently.

Mama looks uncomfortable as she tries to avoid the question. I can see in her eyes that she's hiding something from us but I brush it off deciding I'll ask her later. Kirsten looks irritated at the lack of answer she receives.

Just as Mama finishes making her 9th sandwich Mariana and Callie walk in to the kitchen. As Callie goes to ruffle my hair I pull away, showing her I'm annoyed at her; she ignored an 8 year old. I see the confused look on her face but act like I don't. She knows full well what she's done wrong, she's not stupid. I can't believe that she can't see how much she's like the little girl.

Kirsten is telling me about a book she read called The Suitcase Kid. I am trying to listen intently but I can't focus. All I can think about is the look she had on her face when they all ignored her.

As lunch is served I hear Mama ask where Cora is; Callie and Mariana tell her that she fell asleep. Mama sighs and goes to check if she'll wake up anytime soon but returns seconds later. She has a worried look on her face.

"She's not there." Mama sighs, "Stef!

"I'm coming, I'm coming" Mom says entering the room with her hands up."Help us find Cora." Mama instructs her.

We all search the house and she is nowhere to be found, Kirsten begins to look worried but she's not the only one; where would a six year old disappear to.

Brandon and Jesus come out of their rooms due to all the noise and ask us whats wrong. When we tell them Jesus' mouth drops.

"Little girl with brown hair and about this tall?" He asks and we all nod, "I saw her running down the street a few minutes ago from my window...I didn't know who she was, I swear."

"It's okay Jesus, we believe you. What direction was she headed?" Mom asks and he points in the direction of the main road.

I am worried about the girl, just because I never really spoke to her doesn't mean I don't care; it was just she seemed to have enough attention and didn't really look like she wanted that much anyway. I look down at Kirsten and she's not crying as I'd assume, she has a look of anger on her face. She's only six for goodness sakes anything could happen to her; the world is full of terrible people.

"I'm going to kill her." She sighs clearly not meaning it.