By the time Timmy got back to his house it was five in the morning. He'd biked home after attending another party across town. For an hour he'd been able to enjoy himself at Trixie's party with Ryan and his friends, that is until Tootie's constant glares and awful behavior drove them out. Seth had insisted that they head across town, where he and Ryan were from, to another party instead of heading home. A.J. wasn't too thrilled with the idea but a little convincing on Chester's part, especially when he pointed out that it was doing their friend some good being around the blonde, changed his mind.

The other party was mainly made up of graduating seniors celebrating the end of their high school careers. Seth introduced the gang to a new drinking game that he insisted they all play at least once. A bunch of shot glasses, all filled with different concoctions, were set up in a circle on a table with an empty beer bottle in the middle. Some of the glasses were filled with alcohol, some with non-alcoholic drinks, and some contained rather disgusting mixtures. All one had to do was spin the bottle and drink whatever glass it pointed to. Chester pressured A.J. into going first but was disappointed when the genius ended up with a glass of juice, then spun a glass of beer for himself. When it was Timmy's turn his friends expected him not to play since he didn't drink often, however he ended up spinning the bottle. The drink had been disgusting. It tasted like sour milk with hot sauce and peppermint mixed in.

Besides several more turns at the shots roulette game, the gang spent the next few hours playing pool, playing games on the Wii (or watching), talking to other people at the party, at one point someone put a movie on, or learning a new game. For the brunette of the group a good portion of the night was spent getting to know Ryan. She was a tiny person with a huge personality who wasn't afraid of speaking her mind, thanks to having three older brothers. The tiny blonde was also fairly blunt with all the questions she asked him, though she did stay away from his apparently messy break up with Tootie and particulars on his parents' divorce.

Before they left Chester invited Ryan to hang out with them the next week. With no one sober enough to give them a lift home the gang had to walk back to Trixie's to get their bikes before heading home.

Timmy only made it far enough inside his house to get to the couch where he passed out. For a while he didn't dream at all. When a dream did start to take shape it was the same nightmare with a slight modification. A blurry figure occupied a previously unoccupied desk. He couldn't make out much about the figure other than they were blonde and not much bigger than the others. Just as the figure started to take shape he woke up, by falling off the couch.

Looking around he couldn't see or hear anything. That was a good sign, at least he hadn't cried out. It would have made for an awkward conversation with his new roommate. Pushing himself up Timmy went up to his room to get some more sleep. At least in there he could scream without anyone hearing him.

Thankfully the nightmare didn't start up again, so why had he woken up this time? The pounding at his bedroom door quickly answered his question.

A very annoyed Vicky barged into his room muttering something he couldn't quite catch. When she finally rounded on him to unleash some verbal abuse she was taken aback by the mark on his face. After all it was only her and Francis who ever beat him up in the past and she'd made it clear years ago that Timmy was her punching bag and her's alone. Recovering quickly the redheaded she-devil once again flipped his mattress over with him on it.

"OW! What the hell?!"

"Shut it Turner, your dad expects us over at the neighbor's any minute now and you aren't even up."

That didn't make sense, the party wasn't until noon and there was no way he'd slept more than a few hours since getting home. After crawling out from under his mattress Timmy looked at his alarm clock and couldn't believe his eyes, it was 11:57! How had he slept so long?

"Move it Turner!"

"What is your problem?"

"My problem is that my living arrangement depends on your dad thinking we're getting along and showing up with a damn bruise on your face isn't going to make a good first impression." She crossed the room and yanked him to his feet. "I don't have anywhere else to go if your old man throws me out because he thinks I'm beating you."

"If your sister wasn't such a damn bitch I wouldn't have a bruise on my face."

Vicky was taken aback by that. "Twerpette? My goody-toe-shoes sister, did that?"

"Do you want to talk all day or get to the party?"

Once she was gone Timmy took some fresh clothes into his bathroom and washed his hair and face in the sink. After brushing his teeth he changed into the clean clothes. As he dried his hair he noticed himself in the mirror and for once he didn't look dead on his feet, exhausted but not dead. He'd slept close to seven hours of near uninterrupted sleep, best night's sleep he'd had in a long time. It felt, nice to say the least. What had kept his nightmare at bay for so long?

When he came out of the bathroom he noticed his mattress had been put back there was a black bag sitting at the foot of his bed. Curious, he picked up the bag and found makeup inside. What the hell?

"Sit down Twerp."

"Wh–?"

"Sit." She said forcefully.

Reluctantly Timmy sat on the edge of the bed while the She-Devil dragged his desk chair infront of him. She sat in it and took the bag from his hands.

"What are you doing?"

Digging through the bag she pulled out a few different bottles, cases, and a brush.

"Vicky?"

"Shut it."

"Bu–"

It was no use, she's was too irritated to talk to him. When she made him turn his head he didn't resist, it would be easier to just let her do whatever she was planning on doing. He felt her start applying makeup to his cheek, trying to cover the mark. It hurt a bit but it seemed like she was trying to be as gentle as she could. However he knew that couldn't be it, it wasn't like her to be nice about anything, it was probably just his imagination. She applied a couple layers of he didn't know what to his face, made him face her, touched up a bit, and seemed satisfied.

"Now I don't have to worry about being accused of child abuse."

Timmy rolled his eyes, "yeah because you've never done that before."

Smirking, she left his room. Timmy got up and looked at himself in his bathroom mirror. There was no bruise on his cheek anymore. He knew it was there but now no one who hadn't seen it would know about it. How had she been able to cover it so well and in such a short time?

From downstairs he heard her yell up at him to move his ass before she threw him out the window.

The party turned out to be bigger than Timmy would have expected. He'd thought a few old clients would show up, an unwilling kid or two, not the 40 or so people that were mingling in his neighbor's yard. What surprised him most was seeing A.J. dragging a nervous looking Chester into the yard. They'd been hanging out with the poor teens who had been dragged along. It wasn't as terrible as he or his friends thought it would be. Everyone was having at least a decent time and Vicky was being her old charming self.

Mrs. Dinkleberg had asked the trio to help clean up after most of the guests had left. Chester was going off about probably having to attend summer school, A.J. was refusing to help him study, and Timmy was enjoying himself.

"Fine Boy Genius be that way! Oh I've been meaning to ask, what happened to the bruise on your face? As hard as she hit you there should be a bruise."

"Well… Vicky covered it up with makeup."

His friends exchanged a look.

"Why?" A.J. asked.

He shrugged, "worried my dad would kick her out if he thought she was beating me."

"Now she's worried about that?" Chester rolled his eyes.

"Couldn't you have just explained Tootie did it?"

"Uh…guys?" Chester was looking at the other end of the yard, "ya know that old saying 'speak of the devil'?"

More like she-devil. None of them could believe it, there was Tootie. She glared at them from where she was standing. It looked like she was going to walk over to them but then she spotted her sister, talking to Mr. Turner. Anger at the trio was replaced by pure hatred. To their surprise she started pushing past people to get to her sister.

"Shit."

The brunette took off without bothering to see if his friends were following. He had to get between Tootie and her sister before a fight broke out. There was too much rage left over from the night before to just let this play out. Eventually the two would have to have this discussion (fight) but there were too many people here. Someone was going to interfere and if Tootie couldn't bully them into backing off she'd find a way for Remy to make their life miserable. And it would be his fault, partially anyway, he did provoke her.

Luck wasn't on his side. Tootie shoved her sister away from his dad and began to yell at her. Asking why the hell she'd show her face in Dimmsdale again when no one wanted her there. Unfortunately Mr. Turner was trying to help.

"Now, now there's no need to cause a scene Tootie."

Most of the remaining guests were quickly making their way out of the yard but a few were hanging around.

The wheels in Vicky's head were spinning, trying to figure out how to deal with her sister without getting herself in too much trouble. "Why don't we talk about this inside sis?"

Not the best word choice.

"Don't you dare call me that! What the hell are you doing here?"

"I live here now, well technically I live next door. Mr. Turner was kind enough to rent me a room."

"What, screwing your way through life didn't work out?"

"That's enough Tootie. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

The black haired girl rounded on Mr. Turner.

"None of you even knows what she's done; she's abused every child she's ever babysat, screwed every teacher she could to make the grade, and now you're going to let her stay here and do it all over again?"

Timmy got between Tootie and his dad. There was no way she was going to take out her anger on his dad. "You need to leave."

"Oh that's right I forgot, you didn't see it as abuse because your parents neglected you for so long. Bet you love having her around so that everything can feel normal again, that's why you're so messed up now right? You've only known abuse and neglect so long not having it is driving you insane."

Chester and A.J. were trying to help the Dinklebergs herd the stragglers out of the yard and into their cars. It wouldn't keep the rest of the neighbors from hearing but it was something.

"Back off Tootie."

Tootie was pushed away from the Turners, towards the edge of the yard, by her sister.

"Listen up sis, you want to have this talk fine, but not here, not now. You've got a bone to pick with me so just name a time and place and we'll settle this."

Clearly outnumbered and without an audience Tootie started walking backwards. "Fine, but sooner or later the truth's gonna come out and then his dad is going to realized how you ripped their family apart. His mom won't give him the time of day and screws around with younger men. His dad's the laughing stock of the city. I mean come on, it's not even a secret he sleeps around with a married couple. So go ahead and screw up his life some more, hell screw him while you're at it. He's just one more screw up away from killing himself anyway."

She ran out of the yard. No one said a word. What could you say after something like that? What was worse is how right she had been about him. It was hard to believe that even though they barely spoke anymore she still knew more about him than anyone else.

He knew his dad was saying something to him, his friends were too, but the words didn't form and he couldn't hear them. How long had he been trying to deny those dark thoughts in the back of his mind? It was too much. It was all too much. Timmy just ran back to his house and locked himself inside his room. At some point he noticed he was crying, well sobbing. How long had he been doing that? He didn't care.

Everything he thought he knew about those sisters was wrong. You knew what Vicky was going to do, knew where she drew the line, but not with Tootie. She was willing to do anything to hurt you on the deepest level. Vicky wasn't the She-Devil he'd thought she was, more like a hellhound. The true She-Devil was Tootie.