Claire is 8 years old.

Hey Kiddos! ... Don't I feel like a pedophile now -.- Anyways, I am sorry, but updates will be getting slower and yeah. I have to do a bunch of things to do for my next school year because I am applying to a few boarding schools, so hopefully I get Financial Aid. /: Uhmm, currently, I am trying to get all the information they need; Mortgage payments, Health Insurance, Car Insurance, Etc.

It's tough work, ughh! It's due on February 15 & it's the 10th. FML, you guys! FML! D: I didn't know about it? I thought my current school was going to do that on their own, like they told me, apparently not! /:

Here's the next chapter though:D

Claire P.O.V.

"Claiwe! What do you vant to do today?" Vera asked, looking at the other kids in day care. My little sister is so pretty, she's so smart, I'm so proud of her!

I hummed and then said, "Well, what are you in the mood for Berry?" That's the nickname I gave her, Vera will suit her later... Maybe in ten years.

"Can we go pway wit tha dollies in the house?" she questioned, her green eyes sparkling. The house she spoke of was a playhouse, I was really big for it, but if she wanted to play in it, then so shall it be.

"Okay," I grabbed her sticky hand and pulled her up, "Lets go!"

As she played with the plastic toys, I started thinking. Gustavo and his daughters Jay and Kelly came to visit yesterday along with his two sons and Loraine. (I accidentally put Jay as the Mom, but no... Jay is Gustavo's daughter & I'm kinda creeped out I put that she was preggers by him? I apologize a billion times! Jay's Mom is named Loraine).

I don't know why they came and I wish they hadn't, except for Kelly. I liked her.

*Flashback*

Mom looked kind of sad today and she was cleaning all around our house. She did her hair and everything.

I asked her what was wrong and she responded, "Nothing is going on, Claire." She kissed my forehead and started cooking some food for Vera and me.

"You look nervous," I said silently, watching her movements.

She stood still for a while and then sighed, "Your father is coming over, he wants to see you and Ver-"

I interrupted her, "No! He is not allowed near Vera! Not ever! He left. With leaving, comes consequences!" I hissed.

Mom looked down at me, she looked sad. I didn't feel bad, though. How dare she? He left! My supposed father, left my sister and I!

"He doesn't deserve to see me and especially Vera. Gustavo left when she wasn't even a two years old! He didn't even come to her first birthday party! And he wasn't there when she was born! How the heck does he get to see us! What's wrong with you!" I yelled and jumped off of the stool.

I ran into Vera's room and slammed the door. She had been taking a nap, but I guess I woke her up. She smiled at me when she sat up, "Claiwe!"

Smiling, I took her off of her bed and sat her down. "Lets pway wit ma dollies!"

"Okay, which one do you want?" I shrugged, trying not to let her see how mad I was.

It was a few hours before a knock on the door was present, "Claire-Bear? Vear? Can you open the door please?" The strange voice was foreign and deep, I detested it.

"Nope! No one hewe!" Vera screamed and continued playing with her doll.

Suddenly, that voice started getting louder, "OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW!"

It scared me, so I did what it said. I regret opening the door because then, I was lifted into the air and Gustavo was hugging my small body to his. He smelled nice and he hadn't aged a bit, but I would never tell him that.

Vera stayed back timidly, staring at Gustavo with large green eyes. She looked unsure of what to do. I felt bad for her and struggled to get out of his grasp.

He looked a bit depressed until his eyes met with Vera's. He ran to her and picked her up, twirling around, "My baby girl! How have you been, hon?"

She looked ready to cry and abruptly wailed. Mom came rushing in, so did another lady. I hate to say it, but she was pretty. Her eyes were really dark, almost black. She had straight black hair and her skin was like the color of milk chocolate.

I hated her. I hated her because she stole my father away from my mother. Trailing behind her were four kids.

I remember the other girl, Jay. I assumed the boy next to her, clutching her hand was Adrian. Two little kids were off to the side, both of them looked the same age as Vera. I bet they were both three years old, too.

The lady introduced herself as Loraine, and that the oldest boy was Adrian and the two little one's were Kelly and Dillon.

My mother pinched my shoulder lightly, and I said, "My name is Claire, this is my gorgeously beautiful little sister, Vera."

Happily, I noticed Jay grab Kelly's hand tighter. She sent me a mean look. Kelly was just staring at Vera and I with a face full of awe. I immediately liked her. "You two are pwetty! I'm Kelly!" she squealed.

Vera and I both smiled at her, "Nice to meet you," we said in almost perfect sync.

"I'm not that pretty, Claire," Vera mumbled into my mother's hip, "Your the pwettiest big sister ever."

"She is!" Kelly said, and crossed over. She shook my hand and hugged Vera, which was probably what she wanted to do to me, but she was too little to reach.

*Flashback*

It was an awkward dinner, Kelly was the chatterbox in everything and spoke to everyone. I loeved talking with Kelly, she was just like Vera and they both took after each other very well.

Jay, Adrian and Dillon just stared at Mom, me and Vera. They couldn't take their eyes off of us, neither could Loraine. Everytime I spoke to Mom, Loraine just seemed to get angry. Gustavo marveled at how well I took to Kelly.

We spoke, a little. Me, making catty remarks on everything he said. Jay would try to interject, but I wouldn't let her. Loraine glared at me whenever I did.

I remember saying, "Let me enjoy this, she-beast. He'll be going home with you anyway. Let me enjoy this, woman!"

Mom pinched my hip and had hissed, "Claire!"

That's when the night ended badly. We started fighting, well I did. I kept screaming at everyone, except for Vera and Kelly, that Vera and I would have to grow up with out a father and that it was her fault.

I sighed, I liked making them feel bad. It made me feel good.

Vera gasped and held up her finger, "Ow! Claiwe! I bit my finger!"

I laughed at her and continued playing 'dollies' with her until Mother came to pick us up. She seemed happier and not tired, like she usually did.

Maybe, she got a boyfriend? That'd be fine with me, at least Vera would have a father-figure in her life. I just hope she forgets about Gustavo because that dinner, she remembered he was her 'daddy'.

Vera fell asleep on the way home and I stared at her beautiful face.

I'd protect her from anything and everything, even if it killed me.

So how was it?:D