"And we have to talk about it?" She asked. She saw the stern look, and knew she wouldn't win. "Alright, yeah. I owe you an explanation." She relented.

"I came home yesterday, and my brother and sister were in my room. I told them to get out, I wanted to go to bed. Marcus, my brother, broke my pictures of Ocean Baroness, and my sister started flushing some of her ashes down the toilet. I hit them, and they told my parents. That all ended in an agrument, and I was told to get out, and come back in the morning, when I had common sense. So I packed my stuff up, made sure they couldn't touch it, and I left." She explained.

"What about your family?" She asked. "Wouldn't you have to ask them first?"

She just leaned into him. "I'm so tired, Dylan... so mentally, and emotionally tired..." She mumbled.

"Yeah." She answered, after a moment of silence. "Yeah, I'll go to live with you."