I woke up about an hour ago, still in the car. Now, we were dropping people off at their homes, and I was next. I watched out the window, not wanting to go home, knowing the hell my parents will give me, mostly my dad, for not getting ready for my future career. My mom will be OK when she hears that I wore a bathing suit. Dad, not so much.
   We pull up to my house, only to hear screaming. Not screaming, like someone was scared, no. Like my parents were fighting. I sighed and opened the door, getting ready to get out. A hand grabbed my wrist, preventing me from leaving. I look towards the owner of the hand, to see Kaoru. Hikaru, Kaoru, and Tamaki looked at me worriedly. I tilted my head and raised and eyebrow.
   "What?" I ask. They glanced at each other.
   "Are your parents fighting?" Tamaki dared to ask. I nodded, then glanced at Kaoru.
   "You know why," I said, before shaking off his hand and walking to the front door. I heard a crash and I grew worried. They never broke anything, no matter how mad they were. I glanced behind me to see the limo still there. I sighed, opening the door, only to slam it closed again to avoid getting hit with a vase. Another crash sounded right in front of the door. I opened the door again, only to be met with a disaster. I looked around and stepped inside, careful of the ceramic prices from the broken vase. I heard voices coming from the kitchen, getting closer. I looked to see my parents walking out, faces red with anger, as my dad held papers in his hand. They glanced at me, then at each ither, then back at me.
   "Sabrina. We're sorry. We're getting a divorce," I froze. My parents and I were never the same after Rina died, but I never expected this. The door was still open, but I didn't care. A tear fell down my cheek.
   "What?" Is all I can manage. My mom shook her head.
   "We're sorry sweety. But it's better this way. You'll be going with your father to England," my mother said. Dad turned to her.
   "I thought we agreed that you would keep her?" He asked. She scoffed.
   "I don't want her. She might have a great body like me, but she's useless," my mother said. Another tear.
   "Doesn't mean I want her," my dad said. Another. Soon, I was full on crying, my tears clouding my vision. I stepped back. My parents continued arguing. Another step. Nothing. I turned and dashed out of the house, and into the still waiting limo. I sat there, head in my hands, letting the tears fall. A hand was placed on my back, rubbing up and down. It calmed me, but my breaths were still shaky. Why? Yes, my parents fought all the time, but why the sudden divorce? And why did they say what they did about me. They kind of stopped talking to me as much as possible while still looking like a perfect family to the public, but that was because I was so similar to Rina. Right? Where did their opinions of me come from? It didn't hurt as much as the words did, but the fact that they practically told me they didn't want me. That's what hurt. My tears came faster as I thought this over. They don't want me. They hate me. But why? What did I do?
   "What happened Sabrina?" Hikaru asked. I took a shaky breath and sat up, facing the window, but Accually seeing what was outside. I was reliving what was happening.
   "They told me that they were getting a divorce. Then... they said I was going to England with my father, but he didn't want me to go with him. My mom didn't want me to stay. She said I was useless, implying that she... she didn't want me. My dad agreed," I said, not wanting to say more. We sat in silence til we got to the twins' place.
   "You could stay with us, if you want," Kaoru spoke up. I looked over at the twins to see Hikaru nodding, thinking it's a good idea. I sighed and managed a small smile.
   "Thanks," was all I said. I grabbed my bag and got out of the car, following the twins to their front door. The opened it and their mother rushed over, hugging the two gingers. Once she spotted me, with red rimmed and puffy eyes, her smile went to a frown, but one of concern.
   "What's wrong sweet heart?" She asked me, acting like my mother used to before... Rina died.
   A tear slid down my cheek as I looked to the floor. She wrapped her arms around me in a hug. I dropped my bag and returned it gratefully, letting the waterfall of tears that had built up out. I cried. Not just for what just happened, but for Rina. For the fact that I never truly grieved her death. For my family. For how it used to be. And for myself. My weak, pitiful, yet strong self. After a moment, Kaoru led me up to a spare room while Hikaru explain ed what was going on. Kaoru and I walked in silence until we came upon a door. He opened it and let me walk in, coming in after me. He closed the door and set my stuff, that he had picked up and carried, to my refusal, on the bed. The room was big. It had creamy white walls with black trim. The floors were carpet and the bed was queen sized. The sheets were white with black spots varying in size. The comforter was black with a white design on it. The pillow cases were just plain white. There was a bedside table next to the bed on the left, and a wardrobe on the other side of the room. Next to the wardrobe was another door, which I guessed led to the bathroom.
   "Well. This will be your room from now on. Hope you feel at home. Or, um, as much as home it can get?" He stuttered, trying to fix what he said, the ending coming out in more of a question than a statment. I giggled. It was cute. Wait. What? Cute? Were did that come from?
   "It's ok. The room is nice. Thanks," I said. Kaoru relaxed once I said that. I sat on the comfy bed and an awkward silence came over us.
   "Well. Um. I'm going to go unpack and let you settle in. I'm sure my mom would want to make sure your ok before you go to bed tonight," Kaoru said, waving and leaving me alone in my room. I smiled a small smile, laying down on the bed, my legs dangling off. I sighed and closed my eyes, wondering how the rest of the day, and my life, will go.

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