I had a dream last night that Pixal turned evil and tried to destroy everything and suddenly Cole, Jay, and Kai turned into black, blue, and red puffs of smoke and Zane was kidnapped by Pixal, but it was all part of a plan, and suddenly I'm sitting with Cole and Kai and we're talking about how often we shave our legs (yes, wtf) and I told them they were the only guys I knew who shaved their legs and they just smiled and said "yea, every four days".

I think I need to start seeing a therapist...

ANYWAY!

I don't know exactly what it's like to be inside an insane person's mind, but I'm giving it my best shot :P

Here's Chapter 7. Enjoy my pretties~

Steph's P.O.V.

After once again failing at the spinjitzu training course, I just walked out of the room. I went upstairs, into the living room, and parked my butt on the couch in front of the tv. Thankfully, I don't think anyone noticed my walking out on training.

Except that's when I heard a voice. "What, so you're copying me now?" I jumped up off the couch to see that Tyler had followed me upstairs. He had his usual annoyed look on his face, but something was off. Like the time I followed him out of the house, I noticed this weird look in his eyes, like... not like he liked me, but just that he didn't hate me as much as everyone else.

I scoffed at him. "At least I stayed in the house. Too disappointed to move." I flopped back on the couch. Wait a sec... "Why did you follow me up here?"

Tyler's P.O.V.

My body stiffened at her question. How the hell was I supposed to answer that? The truth? That doesn't make sense. I can't tell her that she's the only person in this house that's shown the slightest shred warmth towards me ever, or that she has this weird ability to calm me when I really just wanna fuckin murder someone. So that's out of the question. Let's lie.

I can't say an adult sent me, because I don't listen to them anyway, why listen now? "You think I followed you?" I gave her a dirty look. "I don't give a shit if you leave or not, I came here to watch tv." I was a pretty smooth liar. With parents like mine, I kinda have to be to have any fun.

I stole the remote from her hand and began flipping through channels, but I still felt her eyes burning into the side of my head.

"Why are you lying?"

Throwing a quick glance at her, I hesitated before answering. "Yea, like you'd know if someone's lying." I rolled my eyes.

"Your body stiffened, and though your hands were in your pockets, I still noticed how you rub your index finger and thumb together when you lie." How the hell did she know that?! "I don't see how no one else has caught onto that yet, by the way. It's kinda obvious." I noticed her brother was hella observant, but I didn't think the trait ran in the family. "So again, why are you lying?"

Stunned at her intelligence, I replied, "Damn, for an eight-year-old, you're pretty frickin smart."

She averted her eyes and sighed. "Don't remind me."

"Why not?"

"Do you think I enjoy what's been going on these past couple weeks?" she replied in a low voice. "Now that I'm older, and smarter, I realize how terrible my life is."

Usually, when I have a girl in this position, I just say whatever I can to get her in bed with me. But that's the only reason I deal with emotional girls. So naturally, I have no freakin clue what to do here.

Actually you know what? "I don't have to deal with you." I stood up to leave.

"So walk out." I paused. "That's what you do best, right? You shut down and walk out whenever something goes wrong, and hope that someone will follow you. That only works for so long. Eventually people will give up on following you."

"That's funny because I have nothing to walk out on," I snapped.

"You have a family, don't you?"

"It doesn't matter because they're not my real parents!" Fuck. That wasn't supposed to slip out. No one knows about that except me, and my parents. I HATE how this kid gets to me...

I do cry often, I just don't admit it or let anyone watch. So I did the only thing I knew how to do (according to Stephanie) - I walked out.

Or at least I tried to. As I turned to go to the door, Stephanie wrapped her arms around me. Honestly, no one's hugged me in... let's just say it's been a while... a LONG while.

Still, I wasn't going to cry in front of her, so I tried pushing her off so I could leave. "No." That's all she said, but that's all it took for me to stop struggling. I just stood there while she hugged me, trying not to let the waterworks begin. I waited for the taunting. Whenever I feel like crying, the voices always start taunting me for being a "cry baby", and that's when I lose my temper and break things. But this time, it didn't happen.

The silence was more irritating than the voices.

I felt the anger building inside of me, and if this bitch didn't get off me, I was going to throw her out the window, and watch as she rolled through the broken shards of glass across the pavement outside, her blood coating the sidewalk like a fresh layer of sparkling red paint...

The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it. But as if she sensed something inside of me, she hugged me tighter, stifling the urge to mutilate her body.

And that's when I finally hugged her back.

Joey's P.O.V.

I wasn't sure how long they had been gone. When Steph walked out, Zane told us to let her, because the changes in her body and mind are just taking her a while to get used to. I shrugged it off. Even as an 8-year-old kid, Steph was able to get over things pretty easily.

But it was a while before I noticed Tyler had disappeared. He even left his shurikens in the basement unattended. Although I'm now the younger brother, the overprotective older brother side of me came out. What if he had followed Steph out? What if he was trying to take advantage of her while she was upset? He did that to girls WAY too often for me to think he wouldn't do that to her.

Telling Zane I was just going to the bathroom, I ran up the stairs to look for both of them. Unfortunately, I found them both in the same room.

Not even the same room, the same SPOT.

And they were HUGGING.

But Tyler's eyes were open wide and had a foggy look to them, and it kind of looked like he wanted to murder someone. And he was touching my SISTER while thinking like this...

"Tyler," I said. "Get. AWAY. From my SISTER."

Welp. Shit's gonna hit the fan. Next chapter gets hella fuckin intense, so prepare yourselves.

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