Retconning Morgan and Ingrid out, as the age difference is too close
You stood on the thread of fabric on the bed, looking across at Rachel. Today was December’s birthday, and she was having a party.
“Do we really have to go?” you yelled over to Rachel. “Can’t we just make up some excuse that we can’t make it? Like you can’t find me or something? Or I died?”
She climbed out of bed, and the vibration caused you to fall of the thread you stood on. You were able to grab hold and slowly started pulling yourself back up.
Her loud, thundering voice responded. “She’s your sister. Do you have no respect for your family?” She was standing up, and seeing her figure in just a t-shirt was both arousing and…terrifying. You knew exactly that dread form the way she was looking at you. She was not happy.
“It’s not like December has a ton of respect for me. You know Rogue is going to be there without a doubt. The fact that she has remained friends with that demon and brings her round me all the time…doesn’t really seem to show any concern for my safety at all. Remember how awful things went last year with her?”
“Yes I do, and I saved you last year. Don’t you trust me to take care of you? Everyone is always looking after you, always taking care of you. Especially me and your family, and we can't have a normal life because of it. IF we don't go, they will harass us to no end?” Rachel walked off to the bathroom and shut the door to get ready. All you could hear was the thunderous roar of the shower in the bathroom. It was only a matter of time before she got back.
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