I didn't expect Stanley to have called Matt and Mello, but I figure that's what happened. They're standing in the front yard with their arms crossed angrily over their chests. I can practically see the steam rolling off Mello's shoulders.

Leisurely I close the gaping distance between us.

I stand in front of Mello, not saying anything, and feeling like a child being punished.

Does he want me to explain? Can I explain?

"Stanley kicked me out," I say, starring at a rock off to the side.

Mello's hot breath makes its way into my face. "I would too if I were him."

That hurts.

"You're supposed to be my brothers. You're supposed to kick his ass for being mean to me…" I say quietly.

Matt scoffs in the background and Mello shakes his head. "You want me to kick his ass for caring about someone so much?"

"Who are you talking about?'

"Your daughter!" Matt calls, stepping up next to Mells. Matt digs around in his pocket before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. The smoke fills my nostrils and I cough, waving the toxic fumes away.

"He's right," Mello agrees. "Rebel, you should have seen him. How much he cares for Ophelia. Of course he cared for you. But Ophelia was the one perfect thing of his. She's his one perfect thing that nobody can screw up."

"I screwed it up," I mutter.

Matt breathes heavily taking a drag, "No, not even you."

"She doesn't need you to function. She's her own person. She can live without you. And you can't screw her up," Mello says.

I sigh, "She didn't love me! I mean honestly, she tolerated me, but I was replaceable!" I shout, feeling tears start to well in my eyes.

I gasp as I feel a stinging smack on my cheek. Looking up through blurry eyes, Matt is shrinking back his hand, glaring at me. "What the hell is wrong with you? She didn't love you? Bullshit. Don't even mention being replacable. That's the way it should be. You're daughter should be irreplaceable so you'd sacrifice anything for her. That's including an urge for a supernatural drug."

"You hit me! Mello he hit me!"

Mello shakes his head, "You deserved it. Did you not hear anything of what he just said? You're acting like a complete bitch, Rebel. Look, you're our sister and we'll love you to death, no matter what you do. But I'm calling bullshit on this; it's time to end the battle with Light and with you."

"What do you expect me to do?"I grit out.

"We expect you to figure it out on your own. What happened to make you like this?" Matt says, stomping his cigarette on the ground. "You were eating mac and cheese at the dinner table not too long ago, now you've grown up into a hot mess. What did we do wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Did we fail you?"

"No!"

"Then what's the problem!"

"I'M THE PROBLEM!" I scream. "I'm the fucking problem, that's fucked everyone's lives over. I should have never been found in that ally, and never met you guys and never worked on the Kira case. I shouldn't have ruined everything, I'm sorry. Ok I'm sorry."

I breathe heavily in and out for a while. Matt and Mello watch me skeptically, like I'm a live wire. I guess I am.

"What did I tell you before about being sorry, Shrimp?"

Turning around, I come face to face with Uncle B.

"Beyond! Where have you been?"

"I've been standing here long enough," he sighs, running his fingers through his thick messy hair. "What have I told you about being sorry?"

Racking my brain, I find it hard to think about what Beyond and I have actually discussed. When I come up short, he scowls.

"Being sorry isn't enough. I don't want you to be sorry, Shrimp, I want you to fix the problem."

"I'll just mess everything up even more," I cry.

"Crying isn't going to get you anywhere, suck it up and listen to me."

Straightening my posture, I look into his deep red eyes. "I'll figure something out," I mutter.

"Good," he says motioning for Matt and Mello to follow him into the house. "After all Rebel, are you a flower or a weed?"

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