A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I appreciate them. This chapter is dedicated to werewolvesrock.

13 Year's Later

Lizzy-15

Lindsey-just turned 13

Lizzy's Point of View.

I watched with disgust as my parent's suggested that I spend more time than necessary with my half-sister.

"And why would I want to watch a thirteen year old brat?" I asked, and they both sighed.

"Lizzy-" My dad started but I stopped him.

"I told you that I'm not answering anyone who calls me anything other than Michelle from now on." I say, as I turn back towards my computer.

"Michelle, please. We're just asking that you try." My mom said and I turned back to her.

"Try at what?" I ask.

"Try at school. Try at home. Try to be civil to your sister. Why do you hate us so much?" She asked with certain blindness.

"I hate you now?" I asked. "Nice assumption." I say, as I once again, turn back to my computer.

"Elizabeth Michelle Mason, if you don't hate us, why do we get call after call from the school. Elizabeth was just arrested; Elizabeth was just caught skipping, and so on? Why do you make things so hard? Why do you hate your sister? What is going on with you? You got better! You stopped acting out! Why are you doing it again? What did we do wrong, Michelle?" My dad asked, and I looked away from the disappointment.

"Like you care," I started, standing form my seat, "what I do. Like you care what I say. Like you care who I hang out with. Like you care about me at all. Why not send me off like you and mom were talking about last night? You know you want to!" I yell at the top of my lungs. There is no moisture in my eyes. No tears to give me away. Nothing at all to tell them what I was really thinking or the true reason I do what I do.

"You heard us?" My mom asked softly and I turned to face her, my eyes sharp.

"Of course I heard you!" I snap. "I've heard you two fight about me since I was ten! You two hate me; I ruin your perfect lives! Send me away... Send me like you want!" I yell, and this time I feel the moisture in my eyes. I know the tears will fall soon, and so I turn to stare at my window.

According to Lindsey, I should stop acting out. I should try. I should make good grades, and be a nice girl.

Lindsey's always right. Always; and when she's not, she's right anyways.

Lindsey always gets the good things. And I'm always left in the sidelines. I turn back around when no one says a word.

So they're not denying it this time? But the moment I turn I see a sight unfold.

My father is holding my mother, and they're both crying. They look like they've lost something... Hope?

I clear my throat.

"I'm sorry. I've failed you all. Maybe, if you had someone else as a mother Elizabeth, then you would love your family. Maybe... maybe I should have never tried to make you behave. I'm sorry. I must be the worst mother in the world." My mom says around her tears, and I fight it. I must stay composed!
They must never know the truth.

"I do not hate you, mom. I would rather have you than Tanya. I love you." I say, but my voice is still hard.

"Elizabeth, you're grounded. No going out with friends, no computer, no phone, and no sneaking out. This is all going to stop. The drugs, the cutting, the sneaking out, the drinking, al of it. It's going to stop." My dad says as if that makes it final.

"Dad, isn't that what you said last time? Didn't you tell me last time that things were, and I quote, going to change or else you were sending me away?" I ask, and more tears fill his eyes.

"Do you want us to send you off that badly?" He asks, and I look at the door. Lindsey was standing there, and she looked scared this time. She was crying too, but the tears had obviously been there long before she stepped in my door.

"What's the matter, baby?" My dad asked, and Lindsey held up something. I stepped closer, to see her clutching a pregnancy test and looking dead at me.

I gulped.

A/N: I am so cruel.

Please review. And there is a huge secret to Lizzy's past that makes her the way she is. Don't call her a bitch, she has her reasons for this, and before you stereotype her... I HATE the word Emo. I absolutely HATE it. So please do not leave a review telling me how Emo she sounds.

Please?

But review please.

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