The dead

Once Cat was out of the room, Rose's tensed shoulders dropped without restraint. She took a deep breath. Who would think that the situation would turn out like that? Now, the ball was in Cat's court. She could decide wether or not to tell their father.

"She's a feisty one" Raph said. He was in a casual position, leaning against her bed, putting his hands in his pocket with one foot crossed over the other. She dragged herself to her bed and literally threw herself on it and tucked herself into bed. "You know, she's just like my sister. Always overprotective of me. Always wants to know where I'm going, with whom and to do what. She's reminds me of my mom. All the time. It can be a pain in the but sometimes but, it reminds me that there's still someone who loves me, someone who cares."