Hey, guys!

I'm sorry for the late wait, but guess what?

I got a laptop!!!

Writing is going to be easier and there will be less mistakes since I'll be able to look at a bigger screen.

On to the story!

WARNINGS: attempted murder, blood mention, transphobia 

Kirstie and Michelle were still grieving when my dad felt like it was time for them, to stop grieving.

"Dad, Gerald died. Give them a chance to recover." I begged, only to hear a disgusting scoff from my father.

"Gerald died a month ago. It does not take this long to get over a death." My dad argued, my mom nodding in agreement. I rolled my eyes, sighing to myself as I looked at my hands. "They only eat, sleep, and do their homework. They always feel bad for themselves when they don't have to. It's lazy."

"Besides, if they can go to school, they can do some chores." My mom intervened, scoffing when I shook my head. "Do not give me attitude, young man. Go get Kirstin and Mitchell and tell them they have stuff to do."

"Fine then. I'll also tell them that you are horrible people for not letting them grieve." I murmured, smirking when my mom gasped loudly. I walked upstairs,frowning when I didn't hear any laughter. Kirstie and Michelle always laughed. "Kirst, Mitchy, where you guys?"

No response.

I sighed and was about to go backstairs when I heard crying. I frowned to myself, going towards the door that hid the crying person. I opened the door slowly, nearly jumping when I saw who it was. It was Michelle, her delicate hands holding Wyatt's toy. I was about to ask what was wrong when she began to talk, her voice shaking heavily.

"I-I can't find WyWy. He's gone. He was in his bed, but now he's gone." Michelle sobbed out, getting Kirstie's attention now. The older girl opened her bedroom door, gasping when she saw her younger sister in tears. She walked quickly, sitting on her knees while she put a gentle hand on Michelle's cheek.

"Michelle, what happened? All I heard was Wyatt? Is he okay?"

Michelle sobbed loudly, unable to talk. Kirstie looked up at me sadly and stood up, tears in her eyes. I could tell what she was thinking and the thought broke my heart. Gerald adopted Wyatt and gave the sphinx cat to Michelle when she was fifteen. Kirstie and Michelle love that cat and they would be heartbroken if something happened to that cat.

"Okay, I'll find him. He must have crawled off somewhe-"

"Scott Richard, what's taking so long?!" My father boomed, making the sisters and myself jump. My father was at the top of stairs, glaring at us angrily. "Why are you all up here? Go downstairs and make yourself useful now!"

We didn't dare to move or speak until Michelle stood up, walking over to my father carefully. I tried to make her stay back, but I failed. The only thing I could do is pray that my dad didn't hurt her. My dad glared at her, waiting for her to speak. Michelle looked at her feet, clearing her throat before she looked at my dad, holding onto Wyatt's toy tighter.

"Sorry, Mr. Hoying. We can't find Wyatt. We think he's playing hide an-"

"That dang cat? I sold him to someone. He was making the house smelly and it was making Connie sick. I sold him this morning."

Silence. 

And then...

My strong father was on the ground, his cheek in pain as he held it. Kirstie was cursing at him while I just stood there, my jaw dropped as I wondered how to react. Do I get mad, excited, proud? How? While I was standing there, Michelle cradled her injured hand, Wyatt's toy still in her uninjured hand. She stood there for a bit longer until she walked off, going into her room. I managed to move, going into the small bedroom and the sight I saw broke my heart.

Michelle was holding onto the toy and a picture of Wyatt, tears rolling down her cheeks. I walked over, sitting on the bed and nearly fell off when Michelle hugged me. she was sobbing loudly, her body shaking when she dropped both items. I held her closely, shushing her when she sobbed loudly. I kissed her temple, tearing up myself as I comforted her.

"I'm so sorry. Chell. I wish I could do something. I really do."

I didn't get anything in response. 

The only thing I got was a heartbroken girl.

And I wanted nothing more than to fix the girl I love.

~~~

I went into my classroom, exhaustion evident on my face as I sat down. 

Kirstie and Michelle were grounded and they weren't allowed to go anywhere besides school. My dad then said there was no point in grounding them since all they do is sit around and feel sorry for themselves. Let's just say that I would have been grounded for a long time if I did wanted to do to my dad.

"Scott? You okay? you don't look too good." My friend Nicole pointed out, frowning softly. I nodded, rubbing my eyes as I tried my best to sit up. "Rough weekend?"

"Rough month. My dad is horrible towards Kirstie and Mic-Mitch all the sudden. His anger towards came out of nowhere." I complained, putting my head on the desk. Nicole put a hand on my back, chuckling at my awkward position. "I wish that I was a dog. Dogs don't have to deal with this."

"I know." Nicole commented, chuckling once more as I sat up. I smiled a bit, happy that I had someone like Nicole. "Now, look alive. You don't want our professor to kick you out."

"I wish she could kick me out."

Nicole laughed loudly, nodding in agreement. Our professor was very traditional and looks like someone from the 1950s. She always wore shirts that looked like they belonged to Pilgrims and her long skirts almost touched her ankles. Her hair is always tied up in a tight bun and her glasses made her look more stern than she really is. She was open about her political views and never forgot to mention how great 2017 looks.

Yes, that even means she kicks students out for even speaking against her.

It was annoying.

"Good morning, class! Let's get to work!" The elderly woman spoke loudly, making all of us groan. Nicole and I shared a look, shaking our heads. "I love that response. I have a classroom full of snowflakes and I love hearing them groan."

Really, lady?

"Anyway, I am sure you heard about what happened in Charlottesville. Those poor people. Liberals are always ruining everything."

"Nazis are the worst people in history. Talk about them instead." Nicole spoke, making everyone besides Ms. Hornet clap. Ms. Hornet shook her head, pointing her finger at the door.

"Out of my class, now. This classroom is only for Republican views."

Lady, this is a class for marketing.

Nicole left, not saying another word. Ms. Hornet closed the door, smiling at us evilly. 

Oh, boy.

"Anyway, we will be talking about transgenders. Those poor people. They don't get enough metal help."

This lady is one step closer to her face meeting my foot.

"Anyway, if anyone you love is transgender, call them by their real name. My son came out as transgender and insisted to change his name to Candice. I refused so I still call him Andy. He is not, nor ever, a girl. I can't believe God gave me a disappointment."

Before I could stop myself, the biggest laugh escaped my mouth. Everyone looked at me, Ms. Hornet glaring at me angrily. It stayed quiet until Ms. Hornet spoke, her arms crossed.

"Would you like to say something, Mr. Hoying. Everything you say will be heard by your parents on Sunday."

"Oh, so you're going to tell my parents how I spoke against hate at church, the place where love is supposed to replace hate?" I asked, making everyone gasp. One girl whooped while the boy took his phone out, most likely recording me. "You know, the church has been known to cause hate, but the people attending should work together to love and accept others. God made people a certain way so why should we judge them?"

"Mr. Hoying!"

"I'm not finished." I interrupted, biting my lip to keep myself from laughing. The vein on her neck was bigger than the vein on my neck. "God made Candice for a reason. Also, it didn't take God one time to make the Earth. It took seven. God takes time making the things He loves. Trans people have a little longer to be made because God makes them in the image he wants them. That's why Andy is actually Candice, correct?"

Ms. Hornet screamed, slamming her hands down on her desk before she glared at me. I smirked, knowing what's coming.

"LEAVE MY CLASSROOM...NOW!"

"Gladly."

I left, smiling when I heard the applause behind me.

~~~

"Scott Richard, you did not!"

"I did so!"

Kirstie laughed, clapping her hands while I laughed. I told her about the classroom situation, happy that I was able to make her laugh since before her dad died. Michelle wasn't at home since she had to be with her tutor, byt she should be home anytime soon. I can't wait to tell her the story.

"You are going to get in so much trouble." Kirstie pointed out, taking a sip from her soda. I shrugged my shoulders, knowing I did the right thing. "I'm proud of you, Scott. I was nervous of how you were going to react since you learned that being transgender is bad, but you've learned. You are accepting, kinder, nicer. Michelle trusts you more. I love you so much for that."

"I love you too." I replied, blushing slightly. Kirstie smiled at me once more, but the smile was sad this time. I frowned, tilting my head in concern. "Kirst, what's wrong? Your smile is sad."

"I know. There's a reason why, but I can't tell you yet. Just know this," Kirstie spoke softly, looking at me seriously. I nodded and was about to ask what was wrong when she spoke again,"do not fall in love with Michelle. You have to avoid the heartbreak. Please, do not fall in love with her."

"Okay, I promise." I replied, wondering what was wrong. Kirstie looked away before I could talk, taking a bite from my apple. "Anyway, how's school? Is your counselor good?"

"Yeah, I guess. She always calls me to the office to see how Michelle and I are doing. It's annoying." Kirstie murmured, shaking her head as she took an angry drink. she slammed her drink down, shaking her head as she glared at nothing. "I hate this. We are fine. We are not going to break. We have never been like this. Why do people care about us now? People who laugh at me in the hallways suddenly want to be my friend and the people who made fun of Michelle sit  by her during lunch. People don't care unless they care about their reputation."

"Well, I care. I will not make fun of you and then hang out with you just to pretend you are my friend."

Kirstie smiled, hugging me from the side. I hugged her, running a hand up and down her back gently as she closed her eyes. I wanted nothing more than for these poor souls to have peace and quiet in their lives. They deserve it more than anyone. I didn't realize how fast time passed until Kirstie opened her eyes and looked at the clock, sitting up quickly with wide eyes. I jumped at her sudden movement, wondering why she was moving so fast.

"Kirst, what's wro-"

"Michelle was supposed to come home thirty minutes ago." Kirstie got out, tears in her eyes as she put on a coat. I widened my eyes, not grabbing anything. I didn't care about the rain.

I only cared about Michelle.

We hopped into the car, Kirstie sobbing her eyes out. I let out my own tears, trying my best to pay attention the road.

Michelle could be hurt. Seriously hurt.

"It's my fault. It's my fault." Kirstie sobbed, putting her head on her hands. That made me drive faster, praying to God that my beautiful Michelle is okay. 

Please let her be okay.

The drive was only five minutes, but it seemed like an eternity when we finally arrived. When we did arrive, Kirstie let out the most horrifying scream while I stared at the scene right in front of me. There, on the side walk, was Michelle.

Unconscious.

Kirstie jumped out of the car, almost slipping when she ran to her sister. She screamed once more when she got there, falling on her knees to hold her sister. That was my cue to jump out, ignoring my tears. Michelle is all I care about at the moment. When I made it myself, I almost passed out. Blood stained Michelle's clothes, the substance all over legs. Her lips looked blue, her jacket barely covering her. I picked her up carefully, Kirstie still on her knees from the whole thing.

"Kirst, we have to go. We have to save her."

Kirstie nodded, her legs wobbly as she stood up. We ran to the car as I tried to keep Michelle warm and safe in my arms. I put her in the backseat, throwing a blanket over her before running to the front. Before I drove off, Kirstie said something that still gives me the chills to this very day:

"I think someone tried to kill Michelle."

A/N: This probably my most favorite chapter. It is so nice to not have a million mistakes, lol. Anyways, I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter and remember that I love you all.

-Maddie🐶💕🎤