A long time had passed, Faythe making trips to see Danté after school, under the supervision of Vincent. He came to school again, though was still absent more often than not; and it appeared that Faythe's dropped hints at quitting were ineffective.
Faythe was in the car with Vincent, a few weeks until the end of the school year, the both of them quiet as ever. She stared at her hands, picking at her fingernails.
"Faythe, are you alright?" Vincent asked. "Is- is Danté putting too much strain on you?"
"What?" she looked at him at last.
Vincent glanced over to her, "I'm mean, it hurts you, I see that… I can handle him if you don't want to anymore." They were quiet again.
"No, I won't desert him. I know he needs me; I know it, Vinny." She whispered, going back to looking at her hands.
Vincent pulled into the driveway, Faythe getting out, leaving her backpack, before he had even turned the car off. Faythe practically ran to the door, waiting her Vincent to unlock it. He joined her, letting her inside ahead of him.
"I'm going to use the bathroom real quick. You can go get him if you want." Faythe nodded as Vincent tossed his keys to the table and walked out of the room.
Slowly she made her way downstairs she was never sure how she was going to find him anymore. His mood could be anywhere from happy to angrier than ever before. Faythe braced herself as she stood outside his room. The door was shut: he was high. She knocked on the door, mumbling out his name as she opened it.
Vincent shook his hands off in the sink, skipping over the hand towel on the counter.
"Vinny!" His head snapped up, body springing into action. Vincent thundered down the stairs to the source of Faythe's petrified scream. He rushed down the hall, and into Danté's room. Faythe lay over Danté's body, unconscious on the floor, the usual stream of blood pouring from this nose. He was struck dumb where he stood; brain frozen at the sight of his big brother's abused, bleeding body. "Danté? Danté! Wake up." Faythe sobbed, kissing his lips, putting his hand to her cheek. Blood smeared across her pale skin, the contrast so profound, that Vincent couldn't help but stare…