So to answer I got in an email the other day from someone, Kitty wears makeup to school and while she's home. But when she's out in public she has dark sunglasses on, to cover her black eyes more than the cosmetics. And, yes, when applying covering to her eyes she is in pain.

Anyway, back to Sisters.

Thanks for the reviews in the last chapter. I can't believe I made an update within a day :)

Kitty sighed in relief as she thought to herself. Finally, she said in her mind, that truck driver was creeping me out for this long. I should of called the cops but I'm worried that they will somehow sense something is wrong with me and they'll find out what has been going on and Kathy and I will be placed in different foster homes. I can't let that happen.

Kitty made one more stop to a store to pick up some frozen pizzas for dinner for herself and Kathy.

Kitty got home by eight at night, after picking up Kathy from Ryder's house. Phil had called her and said he be home late, expecting leftovers to be placed on the table upon his return. Kitty told him there would be food.

Kitty got her sister tucked in bed and sat next to her. She began to sing a lullaby to her sister.

Goodnight, my angel

Time to close your eyes

And save these questions for another day

I think I know what you've been asking me

I think you know what I've been trying to say

I promised I would never leave you

And you should always know

Wherever you may go

No matter where you are

I never will be far away

Goodnight, my angel

Now it's time to sleep

And still so many things I want to say

Remember all the songs you sang for me

When we went sailing on an emerald bay

And like a boat out on the ocean

I'm rocking you to sleep

The water's dark

And deep inside this ancient heart

You'll always be a part of me

Goodnight, my angel

Now it's time to dream

And dream how wonderful your life will be

Someday your child may cry

And if you sing this lullaby then in your heart

There will always be a part of me

Someday we'll all be gone

But lullaby's go on and on...

They never die

That's how you

And I

Will be

When she ended the song she tucked her sister in bed a little more than preceded to go over to the closet, take out the cupcakes and the gifts she bought and the wrapping paper she got. She went over to the big wide empty space of her room and began wrapping her gifts. After a while she finished wrapping half of them, deciding to wrap the rest of them later.

She put them back in the closet and went downstairs. It was close to midnight. She got herself a glass of milk and took another bite of her cupcake. It was so tasty and magical that she didn't want it to go away. She sat there and thought for a long time about her future plans.

She had a plan. But she didn't want t go through it. Instead she just thought about Kathy and herself.

"I have to take care of Kathy. I will stay strong for Kathy and I will fight for her and give her the happiest of life. I mean look at Oprah and Christina and Rihanna. If they were abused when they were younger, look how they made it to the world. Kathy will be better than all three of those women together; a better singer and dancer and talk show host. Unless she decided to go do something else, like being a doctor or a teacher. Than she'll be the best. All in all she'll be the best and it's because of me. Her…. Mother."

Kitty sat there for a little bit longer until she heard Phil pull inside of the driveway. She quickly cleaned up her mess by washing her glass in the sink and putting it in the dishwasher. She grasped her plate and washed it and before she could even put it in the dishwasher, it slipped from her fingers.

SMASH!

White pieces of broken glass all over the floor. She went to her knees and began to pick them up swiftly, hoping something would cause Phil to stop moving to the house and give her more time to clean up. But luck sucks.

The door opened from the front door and seconds later Phil was in the kitchen. Kitty looked up and saw him, evil all over his face.

The next thing she knew she felt pain in her stomach, her collarbone and her back. She felt two monster hands wrapped around her neck and an angry voice yelling at her. His spit hitting her face.

"Why the hell are you eating in the first place!? That is MY food, you damn little slut you. Why the fuck are you eating it? Huh?" She held her tightly around the neck a bit more. "You will go to the bathroom and puke it all back up right now or else!"

Still holding her by the neck he brought her to the bathroom and slammed her down onto the floor hard. "Puke!" Kitty got to her knees and shakily held her fingers to her mouth. She put them into the back of her throat and pushed them back until she could feel the milk and the cupcakes returning from her stomach. She did this for several minutes before she felt nothing. She turned to Phil with pleading eyes.

"Please…." Her voice was weak. "No….more."

But he wasn't done yet. He grabbed her by the ponytail and slapped her face hard. He tossed her on the floor and said, "Don't you dare fucking do that again. Oh and something else." He went into her face, scaring Kitty to death as she cringed. "You tell anyone about this I will kill you and that brat before anyone can take you away. You are mine and mine only, understand my little dear?"

Kitty nodded, forcing herself. "I promise, I won't tell anyone."

"Good." Phil said as he got up and left the bathroom.

Kitty sat there for several seconds, crying in pain as she held herself. She pulled herself up and opened the bathroom cabinet and found the scissors on the middle shelf. She grabbed them and looked at her reflection. Bruised, gaunt face. Black eye and a red hand mark on her cheek. She sucked in the air around her as she glimpsed down at her pajama sleeved. She pulled the sleeve up, crying. She held the scissors at her skin, from three inches above her wrist, and pressed it hard enough to make it start bleeding. She dragged the sharpness down; feeling the pain leave her and feeling better.

She did it again, on the same arm but an inch away from the first mark. She did it twice more but on the other arm. When she finished both sides she washed the bloodstains off the scissors and pulled her sleeves down.

The rest of the night Kitty bawled her eyes out and cried. She wanted to be Marley more than ever. At least Mrs. Rose wouldn't hurt loving daughter.