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Kathleen's POV

Much to my disgust, everyone was pushing and shoving in one mad rush to get out of this plane. They all acted like farm animals. I hung back with Erika, until I was sure there wasn't a chance I'd be crushed to death.

"Are you ready Sweetheart?" Erika asked me. I took a breath and nodded as I desenced down the plane ladder and kept a firm eye out for someone who looked like me, and was holding a sign with my name on it. But first I had to deal with the pain of getting my lugagge. Fun.

Paul's POV

Crowds of people spilled off the plane like ants as they scanned around the small bulding for sign of their relatives or greeting party. I couldn't sit still for excitement and nerves were dancing around in my stomach. I kept looking for a thin figure with wavy brown hair. That's all I know thanks to the breif description I got from that arsehole on the phone last night. God I really hate my Father. First he leaves Mom and now he dumps my sister as well. I kept an eye out until I saw a girl that looked like my sister. Her eyes were huge with fright as she looked around. The blonde woman beside her kept a firm hold on her hand. I narrowed my eyes gently - I hoped that woman was a flight attendant, or someone would be in trouble.

The girl turned her eyes to me. I knew right there and then, that was Kathy. She had Mom's eyes, but that git's facial features. Other than that, she was very pretty. She turned a frightened look to the woman and whispered something and pointed towards me. The woman turned and nodded in response to whatever she said, and proceeded to walk towards me, the young girl trailing cautiously behind her.

Kathleen's POV

"I think that's him. He looks like the picture I've got." I whispered to Erika and pointed to the huge tanned man standing casually away from the crowds. Erika looked over at him, a frown on her pretty face, as she studyed him.

"Are you sure Love?" I nodded. Erika nodded and took the lead. "Come on then Kathy." I cautiously followed her, watching as the man neared closer to us, smiling brightly as he did. I saw he was holding a sign with my name on it and he did look the spitting image of my Father. I knew then that this was Paul. My older brother. The one I had not seen for 10 long years.

So many questions were running through my head at this point. I felt as if they would all explode at once. Erika kep up her stride as she approched Paul and extended her hand. I watched with baited breath as she introuduced herself to him.

"Kathleen, dear, this is your brother Paul." Erika said to me. I looked up at him. He was so tall with huge muscles. This was a huge change from all of those men in Florida. I wondered how on earth I would cope living with him. He probably hit his head everytime he walked into a room. If he fell, it might sound like an earthquake.

"Well, my work here is done. Kathy, it was a plesure meeting you. I hope we meet again." Erika said with a tilt of her head.

"Thank you." I said in unision with Paul. She smiled and tottered off, leaving me standing alone and awkwardly with Paul. He gave me the look over, as if he was checking me for any signs of sickeness. I lowered my gaze. Maybe he expected his little sister to be a beautiful young woman, instead of a too thin, too plain teenager.

"Well, don't you remember me Kathy Kat?" Paul said. Kathy Kat. Why did that name seem so familiar? Oh that's right - Paul would call me that when I was a child.

"I think I do...only from pictures though." I replied uneasily, not looking at him in the eye. Paul sighed and then pulled me into a bone crushing hug. I remembered his hugs had always been the best and all odl memories came back to me.

"It'll all be different now Kathy. Come on, let's get you home. Mom's been cooking all day for you." I gulped for air as he let me go. Mom? I hadn't had a Mom in over 11 years. Had she changed for good? Or would she still hate me? I guess only time will tell.

Paul's POV

She's way to thin for an average thirteen year old. Did that arse even feed her? That flight attendant had looked quite cute...No. Bad Paul. You can't think of that right now. Not when you've finally got your sister back where she belongs. It only took 8 years of arguing with Mom.

I looked over at her, sitting with her hands in her lap, staring down at her feet. This was not the Kathleen I knew. The Kathleen I knew had been forever running around, screaming and knocking things over. My little sister had never been the quiet one. Had that man done anything to her?

I kept my eyes on the road as I gripped the steering wheel. I made a promise that I would get rid of this moody, quiet, shy Kathleen and get back the old Kathleen. The one who would steal my buiscuits, the one who stropped and got jealous when I said I had a girlfriend in Elementry. I also vowed to find out how that man, who was my Father, treated her. He better have treated her amazing or I swear to God...

"How's Mom?" A tiny voice said. I jumped out of my musings and smiled over at her, thankful she said something. The silence had been suffocating me.

"She's good. You know, she's been thinking about you lately." I heard a slight scoff coming from Kathleen.

"Why? Why on Earth would she care about me?" I could see the venom, and then regret in her eyes as those words fell from her lips.

"Because, she's your Mom." I said, trying to ease the mood. "You're her little girl. Trust me Kathleen. She does care for you." She didn't say anything. I sighed and drummed my fingers againt the steering wheel. I couldn't blame her. She'd just been sent from her old life into this new one with a Mom who she believed hated her. I had to show Kathleen that people did love her. Even if it killed me.

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