[Character List] .x--|Moving On|--x.

Until Jasmine had to get ready for school, we had talked. We talked about what happened that night, what was going to happen, and other random things. We had drunken about fifteen, twenty ups of black coffee.

I found out interesting things about Jasmine. For one, her dad turned gay on them. I have nothing against gays, but her mother is…whoa. Any word that sounds like gay, and she goes off. Her dad does send pictures, and his new husband is hot. We could have a threesome.

JOKING!

I followed her to her room. It was really nice, I believe she had the biggest room. She had a queen and bed and a huge mirror. I sat down on her bed; and when I opened my eyes again Jasmine was done dressing. She was wearing a blue sweater, and fading blue jeans. She looked really cute.

"Hey sleepy head! I guess coffee doesn't work for you! I'll be back by 2:45 p.m. okay?"

Yea, take your time. School…right?"

"Go back to sleep! You're so out of it!"

"Sure, sure!" I picked that up from reading New Moon and Eclipse.

"Twilight addict…how many times have you read those books?"

"Too many.." We both shared quiet laughter.

"Well get addicted to something else."

My laughter abruptly stopped. I stared at her like she was crazy. Books are my whole life."

"G-gotta g-go! Buh-bye!"

She ran out of the house and didn't look back. I wouldn't blame her; my stare could and would kill.

I stretched my arms and walked toward the door, a little nervous. I had to face Monica, probably crying, or cursing…whichever. I looked back, sighed and walked toward my room. I heard arguing when I reached my room, and waited for Alex to rush out the door.

I waited five minutes, and finally realized Moe was on her cell. I opened the door; I knew it was open. Moe's eyes were red and she looked a mess. When her eyes connected with mine she dropped her phone. She bum rushed me, and kissed me all over the place.

"I'm so sorry Priscilla!"

"Why? It wasn't your fault…."

"I tried to shut her-"

"It's her opinion, I can't change it…No matter what though, I do love you with all of my heart."

A smile replaced her scowl, and I grinned from ear to ear. I did love Moe, no matter what. She led me to the dinning room and made me sit.

"Don't think you're off the hook. Where the hell have you been?!"

"Monica's hou- apartment."

"Which is where?"

"Sorry, can't disclose that info!"

"Just tell me!" She snapped.

"Sorry! She doesn't want you guys to know! Have a problem…confront her! Not me! You guys seem to like to talk behind my back, so don't think it will offend me now! I left for Alexandra's sake, I split up this family!"

I felt myself coming apart at the seams I carefully constructed. I took a deep breath, feeling my stuffing beginning to fall out of my seams. Meaning my tears. I quickly wiped away my stupid tears and clenched my teeth.

"Look, can I leave?"

"Where are you going to go?"

"I don't know…" She found my weak spot.

"What about Starr, she is worried about you! She has her lazy ass on your clean bed!"

"Whatev. STARR BABES!"

My little ball of sunshine came bounding toward me, and tackled me out of my chair. She licked my tears away, and I kissed her back too.

I heard someone open the door, and Starr growled. I knew it was Alexandra because Starr nearly bit me! Alex came in the room; eyes blood shot, angry as always. She wobbled right to me, stumbling a few times because she was drunk, and slapped me across my face.

I stared at her stunned, and she smiled a toothy grin. Monica slapped Alex, and then Alex collapsed. Monica turned her back and walked to her room.

Alex crawled to the kitchen, and I heard her open and shut a drawer. Monica slammed her door for emphasis, trying to send the message that she was mad...at both of us.

Alex came wobbling back in with something behind her back. She smiled, and walked closely to me. Starr started to crouch ready to pounce. I moved Starr, and let Alex whisper in my ear. I smelled the alcohol, probably Hypnotiq or Smirnoff, and felt the heat of her breath.

"If you ever pull that little stunt again, I will have the police all over your friend's ass. Understand?"

"I thought you didn't give a shit about me?!"

"Oh, I don't! But you having a parole officer?! It leaves me giddy!"

"I hope you burn in the fiery pits of hell!"

"Tsk, tsk. I hope the same, because if they let me in heaven for what I'm about to do…then they don't understand anything."

"What the hell?"

Then she lounged at me, a butcher knife straight for my heart. I stumbled back, and since she was drunk she missed my heart by an inch, but still pushed it in deep.

I began to scream and Monica came rushing in. She widened her eyes, almost as big as saucers, and grabbed the phone and called 911. She pulled Alex off me, and tore off a piece of Alex's sleeve. She wrapped it around my torso…I was bleeding a lot.

Alex got up and threw the knife at me, or should I say weapon that could tear up a leather sofa? I hit me in my throat and cut off my air supply. I fainted from lack of air.

Apparently, Alex did believe that she was going to hell. What better way to make sure, and then try to murder your sister? Drunk or not, I hoped they arrested her. Because if they didn't I would have to live with her trying to kill me all the time. And frankly, I couldn't live with her hating me.