I wake up to the sound of the shower going in the next room. Reaching for my phone in the pile of clothes on the floor I check the time. Shit, forty five minutes till work. I look around and see a piece of paper on the box he uses as a bedside table. I grab that and the pen next to it, it's blank so I scribble a little note.

Jace,

Sorry to run, got work in half an hour. Can't wait for Saturday.

-Galaxy Girl

I decided to actually put his sweatpants on and they did fit okay, so I wrote a little P.S. too.

P.S. Thanks for the clothes, will wash and give them to you Saturday.

I race out the door dress in hand and head down to the club. I'm trying to figure out how to get out when I stumble over the first step and notice a man inside the galaxy. He's big like Frank and kind of looks like him too. Then I remember that he said that Roger Frank's son had taken over, I wonder if he lives in one of the apartments upstairs.

"Are you Faith?" he asks.

I nod. As I get closer I notice he looks exactly like Frank, but with hair. Maybe Frank twenty years ago. His hair is brown and messy, he's muscular likes his father and looks like he could wrestle twenty men all on his own.

"Yeah, I uh... was trying to find a way out," I laugh.

"I'll let you out," he says. "There's a back entrance if you go the opposite way upstairs," he tells me.

"Good to know," I say.

He looks at me like I'm just some girl Jace is sleeping with, like I'm trying to make a run for it after a one night stand. I'm not that girl, and I hate that it looks that way. He walks me to the front door and opens it with his key. I'm getting impatient because I don't want Jace to see me.

"Nice meeting you Faith," he says.

"Same, really sorry about your dad he was a really good guy," I say.

"Thanks," he gives me a warm smile and then softly shuts the door behind me.

***

There's no way I can go to work looking like this, so I run back to the apartment. I swing the door open and sitting at the little island eating breakfast is Henry. He eyes me up and down noting my clothes. I hear Nicole babbling as she walks out of the bathroom with no clothes on, only a towel to dry her hair. She stares at me and not doesn't even look phased that she's naked.

"Oh, your home," she says with a grin.

She looks amused while Henry once again looks like an over protective father, one that's about ready to run to Jace's house with a shotgun to threaten him.

"Yes, and I have work in ..." I look down at my phone. "Twenty minutes," I say.

"Did you sneak out?" she questions still standing there naked.

Henry looks back at her not realizing it and his eyes grow wide. She looks at him and winks. I am not seeing this right now.

"And on that note, I'm going to get dressed maybe you should too? And yes I did sneak out," I say.

"You little hussy," she teases. "And I'm allowed to walk around naked it's my apartment," she says.

"And what if Jace had walked in with me?" I ask.

"What an amazing show he'd get," she snickers.

Henry shoots her a glare that could kill. She smiles awkwardly and slowly starts to back away.

"I better get dressed before my Uncle has a cow that I'm late," I say.

Before I turn I eye Henry. I can't tell if he's angry with me or worried, maybe disappointed either way he's not happy. He's been weirdly protective of me since we met, not in an in love type of way more of an older brother even though we are the same age. It's weird. I hurry into my room and throw all my stuff on the bed. Alone in my room I grab hold of my pillow and scream into it. I'm sure they both heard me, but I don't care. My mind spins, but I continue to get ready.

***

I walk into work about fifteen minutes late, Uncle James isn't happy but Aunt Marjorie is cool as usual. He seems annoyed and I immediately see why the minute I walk into the back room. Charlene is coming out of the bathroom makeup running down her face. She's pale and looks awful.

"What happened to you?" I ask putting my things in my locker.

"Don't ask," she sighs.

"You working?" I ask.

"Dad's making me, god I feel like shit," she says.

"Hung over?" I ask.

She nods, "Coming down from a high too," she says. "I feel like someone ran over me with a truck, he told me that if I don't work I'm fired. He says he's tired of my shit," she says rolling her eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask.

"No," she states.

"Okay, but just know I'm here Char. You were doing really well and now you look like you did when you came back from school. I thought you were going to stay sob..."

"It's none of your fucking business Faith," she yells. "God you sound just like dad," she sighs.

"I'm sorry if I'm worried about you," I say.

"Well I don't need anyone to worry about me, so fuck off," she says throwing the door open angrily.

I take a minute to collect myself, and wonder if Jace is the reason she's acting this way. Part of me wonders if they are seeing each other, if they are this plan is kind of crap isn't it? I mean him spewing all of those lines about falling for me, how genius. Probably another one of his stupid lies. Ugh, I refuse to let it affect me.

I push open the door onto the sales floor and standing by the register is my sister. She's my spitting image; pale oval faces, wide blue eyes, long straight nose, and our eyebrows are naturally curved in just the right way. The only difference is our hair, I've been dying mine since I made my own money at sixteen, and my sister is platinum blonde. She's like the ideal girl body type and all. Although her frame is smaller than I remember, and her arms look a bit bony.

I stop inches from her and cross my arms.

"Are you here to get me to go to your show too?" I ask.

She looks frail, tired even. Shaking her head her eyes water. Aunt Marjorie is standing at the register, she nods her head telling me its okay to take her in the back. I grab her tiny hand and pull her into the back with me. My sister sits at one of the small round tables we have back here and tears fall from her eyes.

"What are you doing here Annabel?" I question pulling a chair to sit in front of her.

She looks at me eyes red, cheeks blushing with embarrassment maybe? She looks sick and as much as I can't stand her I don't like when she's hurting, she's my twin and when she hurts I hurt.

"They kicked me out," she says.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"They said they can't have ballerinas with eating disorders..."

"You have an eating disorder?" I question.

"No... I'm just on a diet," she says.

"A puking one?" I ask.

"Shut up Amelia," she says, and I cringe at my real name.

"You look like shit," I tell her straight out.

"Thanks..."

"Does mom know?" I ask. She shakes her head. "Why not?" I ask.

"Because she'll kill me," she says. I can't help it I laugh and she shoots me a dirty look.

"Are you serious right now? You're their favorite, why would they care they will just tell you it's okay and baby you like they always do," I say.

I might be harsh, but this is still the same sister that sabotaged my audition senior year. She looks at me hard and I just roll my eyes.

"I came to you because you're my twin, why are you being such a bitch?" she asks.

"Oh I don't know maybe because you purposely put your shit at the top of the stairs so that I couldn't audition..."

"Did not! I told you I forgot," she starts.

"Bullshit Annabel! You took the one thing I had, the one thing that mom and dad could be proud of me for. Instead I ended up at community college with nothing! A piece of paper that gets me nowhere. I wanted to dance so badly and you took it all away," I tell her.

"I don't care what you say," she says folding her arms at her chest. "I didn't purposely do it," she says rolling her eyes.

"I don't believe that," I tell her.

"Whatever. I didn't come to fight..."

"You're not staying with me if that's what you're thinking," I tell her.

"It's fine I don't need a place to stay," she says.

"Then why come to me? You haven't spoken to me in years," I say.

"Phone works both ways Amelia," she says. OUCH!

"Is that all you came here for?" I ask her.

"Yeah, guess so," she tells me.

She's about to get up and then steps herself. She looks at me. I know she's not dieting I know my sister, and she's had this issue before. I want to be nice to her, but just looking at her ticks me off.

"You know why you'll never get what you want?" she asks.

I challenge her with my eyebrows, and shrug my shoulders.

"Because you're all about you, you care about no one but yourself. Maybe if you open your damn eyes you'll realize that there are other people out there that need you and that it's not always all about you!" she yells.

That stings. She stands and doesn't turn back. I close my eyes and sigh deeply. I'm going to need a lot of flour.