used [the crowes]

[Chevrolet Isabel Crowe]

She'd never run so hard or so fast in her life. The tears were streaming down her face so hard that she could barely see the road she was running down. How could she be so stupid? There was a moment she'd let herself believe this could be real, that someone could actually love her. Care about her It was almost as bad as the fact she'd convinced herself that she could love him. Was she really that desperate? Had her life come to this? After all this time she couldn't let it sink in that this had all been a vile attempt to get to her family. Knowing what it put her cousin through to lose her grandfather, even after everything, and then to know the man she'd been falling for had done that... She couldn't. The lump in her throat was about as easy to swallow as a golf ball. She knew all too well that whatever had killed Gerad had been a monster. She'd always known if she was to only look deep down. As it was wearing off, she was starting to realise just how little of her thoughts and feelings were her own and how many were planted. Why her? Why did he have to go through her.


Her heart was breaking for so many reasons, not least the fact she felt so used. It had only been a couple of hours since she'd left his apartment in a haste with the trinket box she'd found in his draw. She couldn't imagine how her legs kept going, every move towards the house felt heavier and it wasn't just because the rain trampling down on her was saturating her clothes. She'd felt so pretty when she'd left the house in this dress the night before, now she felt like a beautiful disaster. It got easier the more she got towards the house. Once her key clicked in the front door, she could feel the relief loosen the binds on her chest. As she slammed it back behind her she pulled the chains over. It was the only way she felt safe from the outside world. She didn't stop to think about who might already be in the house. She was so used to it being empty but of course that was before JD had come home. 

With it in her head that it was just her, she ran up the stairs, kicking her mud caked shoes away as she reached them so she didn't tread mud on the carpet. Everything was fuzzy, the sound of the wind against the house was making the windows tremble but sounded a million miles away. Her bedroom didn't feel like the safe haven she'd been hoping for, instead the make up sprawled across her desk and discarded outfits all over the bed just reminded her of what should have been. 

Her back hit the hard wood of her closed as her legs finally gave up on her. The sound of her wet back squelching as she went down seemed to echo through the empty room until she finally hit the floor, legs skew-wiff and her hand hitting the floor, finally releasing the trinket box and letting it roll to the floor. With her chin on her chest she just sobbed for a moment. The sobbing was her moment of serenity, it was when she opened her eyes it was all taken from her. The way her skirt had moved made them so obvious, the bruises that littered her legs. Her fingers traced each one, down into the lines where it became apparent they were from fingers.



She couldn't look any more but as she turned away she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Looking at herself she should have seen someone shivering from the cold and the wet, someone who's soul was being crushed under her 'boyfriend's thumb, instead she saw something disgusting and dirty. She'd gone against everything her family wanted for a person, a thing she was supposed to hate, and for what?? She wasn't to know what spells Hayden had her under or what he'd done, she just knew she threw away all her morals, much like she did her hair brush as her hand came across it on the bedroom floor. Lifting it from the ground she threw it with a grunt until the mirror that revealed herself to her became nothing more than broken shards scattering in the air. 

[Ryder James Crowe]

Ryder had the baby on one hip; his hands full of drinks and snacks as well as a Noah's Ark diaper bag overflowing with necessities and stuffed animals.
These little get-togethers with his baby sister every Friday night were helping him a great deal. They were helping the young man reconnect with his sibling as well as bond with Jay. Not to mention helping Ry feel a little bit more like a human instead of just a broken hunter bent on vindication.
He wasn't there yet, but he was closer...

Baby steps. That was what his brilliant kid sister had told him once.
Ryder glanced down into the grinning face of his daughter and thought to himself she had no idea how true that statement really was.

Leaning down to kiss Jayden's fuzzy crown and then nuzzle her nose with his own, the young hunter shifted her slightly on his hip and kicked the bottom of the door to let Chey know he was there. His keys were deep in the pocket of his blue jeans and at the moment he didn't have enough hands.
A few moments passed with no answer but Ry didn't notice as he was busy playing with a giggling Jay. Laughing, he thumped on the door a little louder with the toe of his boot and reached out to rattle the locked door knob.
"Chey, it's me!" The middle Crowe called out in case she could hear him, and tilted sideways to glance in through the curtained windows.

No noise. No movement.
Ry cursed quietly and then bit his lower lip, address the babe in his arms. "Sorry, Angel."
The young man bent to set the groceries on the stoop and reached into his jeans to get the keys. Unlocking and pushing the door open, he peeked his head in. "Chey?" Still no answer.
Ryder felt a hint of panic down in his gut and instinctively went into hunter mode. He closed the door as quietly as he could, shoved the jingling keys into his pocket and palmed the gun that had been tucked into his back waistband. Creeping swift and stealthily through the lower level of the house, the trained killer cleared all the rooms before moving to the stairwell.
With the baby still in one arm and his weapon at the ready in his other hand, he padded silently up towards Chey's bedroom.

When the tawny haired male was in the upstairs hallway he could hear the quiet sobbing coming from his baby sister's room and the hint of panic turned into full on animal protectiveness.
"Chey!" Ry went for the door, but as the slim female was sat against it, there was no give.
"Fucking hell Chevrolet, it's me! Let me in!"

The alarm coming from the young man had been absorbed by the observant baby in his arms, who was now weeping and clinging to his arm as if she knew something was terribly wrong.

  

[Jarrett Dallas Crowe]

Being home was new to him he has stayed in place for two weeks thus far and that has got to be the longest the siblings had seen him since he finished school he was always on the move and being cooped up in the house was just too much for him so he ran to the store. They needed more food especially with him being home the food went quicker then normal and he had scrolled a note on the counter saying he was going to the store. No one else had been home so it had just been him and he was getting restless and antsy and needed to occupy his time. He liked to keep busy… Keeping busy was good… maybe he’d go for a run later and see what trouble he can find. Right now food was a priority his stomach had been grumbling pretty loudly too and he figured they needed something for food it being Friday Night he thought Chey would be out anyway a teenage girl home on a Friday night? Ha, that sounded a little weird to him so he had time to kill. He didn’t know that she and Ryder had this Friday night bonding time he wasn’t home last Friday night.

JD went to the store got some food, and some Chinese because he was starving and didn’t want to actually cook. He pulled into the driveway and seen a car in it and raised a brow. He didn’t know it was Ryder’s car. Perhaps Chey had a boy over… that made him glare and partially wanted to slash the tires, but restrained from that and got the bags seeing one on the stoop as well… and that made him look at it all confused. “Who in their right mind would leave groceries outside?” he said eyeing the bag in question and quickly dashed up the stairs to the door… Resting his bags on one side of him while testing the doorknob before pushing the door open. It seemed quiet in the house… Was Chey getting frisky with whoever that car belonged too? He placed the bags down in the kitchen… Before going to grab the bag on the stoop. Shaking his head grumbling about stuff and how this could have attracted animals…

He was quickly pulled from his wandering mind when noise could be heard in the house, and he drew his gun quickly, but holstered it once he recognized the sound to be Ryder telling Chey to let him in. The baby could be heard crying too. What was happening he was in full-fledged panic mode and ran up stairs quickly to see what the commotion was all about? Was she in their with a guy was that why Ryder wanted in there too? He didn’t know… Coming up the stairs, he too skidded in front of Chey’s door. “What’s going on?” He asked Ryder, but then could hear his sister’s sobs slightly under the babies whaling Being really big witht he outdoors and stuff he may have slightly better hearing them some in the family. “CHEVROLET CROWE OPEN THIS DOOR NOW.” He huffed trying to get her to open it. “Don’t make me go outside and straddle around to come in the window because you know I will if I must.” he stated. JD was a bit of a dare devil so he would so take his chances getting on the roof and finding his way in via window. When people were in the house it was never dull and this proves it right here. He didn’t even get to say hey bro what are you doing here? How’s it going? Nice seeing you again because something was up.

He looked at Ryder with the baby in his arms, reaching a hand out to try to sooth the tot by rubbing her back. “Guess she is learning early on what growing up a Crowe consists of.” he said with a shake of the head waiting to see if Chey would let them in. In a hushed whisper. “Is that your car out front? If there is a boy in there making her sob I will go get threw the window now,” he told Ryder. JD couldn’t imagine what was going on in there since he wasn’t here to hear whatever Ryder had heard and if their sister was in their alone… blood racing threw his veins and heart beating fast. He hated playing the waiting game. “ CHEY.” he stated once more… “ Talk to us. Are you okay in there? What's going on in there? Why are you sobbing? Who do I have to kill?” he was worried and rambling off questions now. " Please tell me this isn't over a broken shoe again?" he asked.  Jarrett really didn't understand girls sometime.



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[Chevrolet Isabel Crowe]

She'd forgotten about everything, including Friday night sibling date night. She was a mess. Beyond a mess. Her heart was in pieces and lodged in her throat till she could hardly breathe. She'd never been through this before but that was probably because she barely had the relationship to get her heart broken. Everything was coming in her ears like a blur. She could hardly hear Ryder talking to her through the door, she only really registered he was there when the door moved against her back! She'd continued to sob, more so when she heard her beautiful niece begin to. She couldn't believe she was putting her baby niece through this. It was really only a matter of time before JD came home and was on her case about moving too.

She felt like hiding for the rest of her life or screaming at her brothers for the suggestion that there could be a guy in her bedroom but she couldn't could she? Not after what she'd done... She'd slept with a guy not twenty four hours before and her body still ached from the event. She knew she had to face them or things could get ugly quick. Her face was a mess with tears and what was left over of yesterday's mascara. It was the fact her brother asked if it was over shoes that did it. Scrambling she reached to grab the trinket box, pulling open her door, still stood in last nights clothes, soaked through and clinging to her. "I fucked up..." She held the trinket box up to show her brothers. "I think my boyfriend's a murderer."

[Ryder James Crowe]

Ryder gently bounced the crying baby on his hip, realizing in dismay that he still held a gun in the palm of his opposite hand.
So help him, in that moment he decided right then and there that his daughter would never know this kind of life; a life where it was commonplace to carry around several weapons and silver jacketed bullets when he was only going to hang out with his kid sister at the house he had grown up in.

He had never had the choice whether he wanted it, and neither had his siblings, but he was damn well giving his offspring the god given right to choose!

Quickly tucking the gun away, the hunter kissed her damp cheek and whispered that everything would be okay.
But it wasn't going to be alright, was it? The young man couldn't even begin to fathom just how un-ok things were on the other side of that door.

The noise coming from the child as well as his thunderously pounding heart drowned out the sound of footfalls on the stairs. When JD appeared just behind him, Ryder cursed in surprise and then had to apologize once more for the uncouth outburst.

Things between the siblings had been strained since the death of their mother, and it certainly hadn't helped that Jarrett had been missing in action for most of it. The reunion between the brothers had not been a pleasant one, for in his misery Ry had placed a great deal of blame on his older sibling. 
Even now, though Chey needed as much support as she could get from the men that loved her, Ryder wanted his elder somewhere, anywhere else but here.
"I got this." He growled at his brother through gritted teeth, not the least bit amused by the joke about Chey in her shoes.

It was right then that Chevy opened the door and Ryder's unwarranted anger at Jarrett disappeared for the time being.
Her appearance alone struck the young man like a corporal blow to the chest. Her usually impeccable makeup was smeared and staining her pale cheeks with obsidian; her chocolate locks  wild and dripping with angel's tears.
Ryder's silvery blue eyes blinked in confusion as they traveled down her disheveled form and back up into her face; his expression changing from bemused to murderous when he comprehended her words.

First off...boyfriend?
The word alone lit a blaze inside of the man which had always burned at a slow simmer. Don't even get a big brother started on how many ways he would kill the guy.

But they had bigger problems than that, didn't they?

The trinket box didn't matter, and the possibility that someone might be dead was far from Ryder's concern when it came to prospect that someone had hurt his baby sister.
"What did he do to you Chey? Where the hell is the motherfucker?! I'm gonna' kill him...so help me god...if he touched you..."

By now Jay was screaming her little head off, and of course this did not help the matter.

[Jarrett Dallas Crowe]

Right here and now proved that Ryder and Jarrett had a complicated relationship. Things between them were not the best. It was probably due to the fact that Jarrett will indeed tell Ryder where to stuff it and things he should be doing while the others baby him and take care of his baby while he is out getting toasted and didn’t have an issue knocking the dude of his high horse. Right now that didn’t matter their sister… Their baby sister was in their sobbing and wouldn’t open the door. They didn’t know why tears from her were warranted, but they were going to find out and soon whether she liked it or not. Ryder of course snapped at him and told him ‘he got this’ like hell he does. He needs to go sort his crying daughter first in Jarrett’s opinion. Ryder’s anger and gritted teeth surely wasn’t doing the little tot any good, but the big asshat next to him probably missed that memo that babies can feel your distress and it makes things worse. Their sister was held up in her room did he really think that Jarrett would turn around and leave? Fuck that was his brain fried from all that drinking? He rolled his eyes and huffed. “Like hell. I am not going anywhere… I think you need to take care of that.” He snapped pointing to the crying mess of baby in his brother’s arms that was sobbing. He wasn’t leaving and Ryder could just suck it.

Ryder tried to sooth her a little while they waited for Chey to open the door. One thing was for sure Ryder’s daughter had lungs on her and it reminded him of Chey at that age. How he wished she could be that age again. She grew up way to fast. She was turning into a woman and he didn’t like that all. If only there was some time bubble where she could go back to being that freckly girl with pig tales. He missed those days and she shouldn’t be allowed to grow up anymore. He had asked if it was over a shoe. Girls you never know some sob for days when they break their favorite pair of heels, but that right there seemed to get Chey to open her door. He gasped at the sight of her and growled a little under his breath muttering a soft ‘shit’. She looked like hell got a hold of her and spat her back out. Her clothing was a mess. Tear stains clearly all down her face and her make up all over. It was a heart breaking and wrenching site that you just wanted to hug her to death. She had a trinket box and it didn’t register with him at first still clearly shocked to see the sight of his baby sister. She had said she thinks her boyfriend is a murder. ‘What boyfriend? She wasn’t allowed any of those until she was 27.’ he thought. He didn’t like the idea of her dating or being violated by any man. Had he violated her?

Ryder seemed to break before he did. He kept blinking at her and wanted to hug her, but didn’t want to invade her space. She may need that right now. Ryder said he’d kill the man and JD was on board with that, but first thought the man needed to suffer and snorted. “Kill him Ry really I think the man deserves to be tortured especially if he laid a finger on her. Maybe torture him for years. He better not have touched you or hurt you Chey. If he did. I will break off his finger and make him eat them.” He shook his head. “Death would be too much of a kindness in my opinion especially if he has killed.” It drew his thoughts back. Why did she think he was a killer? How could she be so sure? Jarrett still lingered in the doorway unsure if he should step any closer. He’d of course wait for Chey’s okay worried about her and not wanting to cause her more harm. His eyes scrolled from her to the mirror and she was clearly as distraught as Ryder’s little girl. He hated the fact that a man made his sister throw things around. She deserved to be treated right and like a princess. JD didn’t think anyone would ever be good enough for his sister thought. He remembered when he used to try to intimidate Samara’s boyfriends and mind wandered a bit before snapping back shut and eyes wandered to the trinket box.

“Is that?” he asked, wondering if it was what he thought it was. “Everything will be okay, Chey. We are here.” He told her. He tried to assure her the best he could. They would make sure she’d be okay. He even had her favorite ice cream in a bag waiting downstairs if it wasn’t a soupy mess by the time they got down stairs. He’d glance from Chey to his little brother every now and again. “Tell us everything you know?” He asked calmly, but his fists were clutched he was clearly pissed off his sister was in such a state." But let us help get you cleaned up first." He felt so bad for her. He felt that she needed to be clung to for dear life and never let go again. Just so, she’d be safe. He was sure Ryder was feeling the same way. The baby was of course screaming her head off. Could he blame her? Nope lots of hatred flooded the room like waves.

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[Chevrolet Isabel Crowe]

Chey's legs were trembling underneath her. She hadn't wanted this to be the reason that the three youngest Crowes were all together in a room without trying to kill each other. Instead it was about someone else, someone that they hated more than they could ever fathom hating each other. She'd just started to rebuild everything she had with Ryder and for the first time, JD and the youngest of the family were bonding on more than just a bossy older sibling telling her what to do level. The three of them, four if you included her beautiful yet inconsolable niece, should have come together for a night of teasing each other and watching movies and tickling Chey until she fell off the couch and laid on the floor in a giggling mess. It should have been like the good old days, after all, the weeks before it had been enough of a mess as it was! Instead Chevrolet was stood there with a lump in her throat the size of Texas and a piece of metal held tightly between her fingertips like it held all the answers. It did hold all the answers. It was the missing puzzle piece that proved that everyone was right about Hayden.

Chey wanted to shout at Ryder that she wasn't important, that someone was dead, but she knew he wouldn't listen to her. After all, Ryder was so protective that it was willing to turn his head into an impenetrable steel trap of anger and aggression, it would then never listen to rhyme or reason, just the sound of his own brain telling him that someone needed to suffer. As much as her brothers being angry should have been absolutely no surprise, the fact that her brothers managed to turn how her boyfriend should suffer into an argument was absolutely amazing. The small part of Chey that still believed she cared for him was what ached the most, she couldn't imagine him dying let alone being tortured to death. It was that sick feeling in the pit of her stomach right there that made her wonder if she'd let him into her head and her heart on a more personal level and not just because of the spell. Sure magic made her fall for him but he'd been so kind to her, so sweet, she was struggling with the fact that it was all a lie.

Luckily for the young brunette, her eldest brother gave her some relief from the pain of imagining him suffering when he noticed the trinket box. He did what every big brother would do, he told her it'd be okay. Chey had seen so many hunting families in the past, completely devoid of love and emotion, unable to hold each other when the going got tough. The Crowe family were too full of love for that. She tried to calm down her crying, her chest rattling with the calm and her breath shaky as she stepped forward to stroke her favorite girl's face and place a kiss upon her head. "The box belongs to uncle Chris's father. He was in a hospital with wolfsbane poisoning and then he was killed... I found this box in Hayden's draws... I asked Ali and she said he had the box the day before he died so...." Her attempts to stay strong soon crumbled at the moments she came into the proximity of her brothers. Her knee's finally buckled and her body fell. She let out a hard sob. "I thought he loved me... I thought I loved him... But you don't hurt people like this if you care about them..."

[Ryder James Crowe]

The anger radiating off of Ryder was almost palpable.  The temperature of it was white-hot; the kind of heat that felt like a freezing burn or the electric kiss of a downed power line.
Such was the intense emotion that had driven the hunter since he'd had to behead his beloved.
It was the same passion that turned a bright young man into wrath incarnate.
As Ryder's steel-gray eyes flickered over Chey's disheveled appearance once more, images of some boy with his hands all over his baby sister drew a husky moan from his throat.
In the distance one could hear the thundering of death charging in on his black horse, for the images of hands on skin turned into something more sinister and forceful.
If the guy had raped her, he would die for it. And it wasn't going to be a swift, easy death, but one preceded by all kinds of pain and torture.
Hell, Ryder was in the mood to kill him whether he had forced himself upon her or not. The tears streaming down her lovely face was enough to warrant his assassination.

Ryder couldn't see past the red anger in his eyes, but he could hear just fine. He nodded vehemently  in agreement when Jarrett mentioned punishing the boyfriend with the dismemberment and forced feeding of his own digits, even going as far as to voice his approval with a "fuck yeah" and a "goddamn right the fucker will feel the pain".

Fortunately for the flock of Crowes there was one and only one thing that could drag in the reins of that black horse with red glowing eyes. One thing that tugged on the strings of Ryder's broken heart and could bring him back to the present.
It was the sound of his sobbing child.

JD was right. Big Brother was there to help with Chey and he needed to take care of the bawling bundle in his arms.

Bouncing Jay a little, he danced like a daddy does to cure all  a child's woes. Sweet nothings where cooed and kisses fell upon the baby's long, dripping eyelashes.
Ryder told his daughter that everything was gonna' be just fine, and Chey would be smiling with her in no time, they just had some things to clear up first.
Imagine...a grown man...talking to this pink cheeked baby as if she understand exactly what was going on.

As he rocked her, Ry smiled into her delicate, puffy face; all the while focusing on the exchange between his siblings.
He could hear the steady strength in his brother's voice and he drew calm from it just like he was doing from Jay's tears.
Whereas his fury had given the murderous hunter's soul black wings for flight, his blood had grounded him as sure as a gentle weight around his ankles.

Eventually the baby's sobs ebbed to a quiet snuffle, and so the middle Crowe rejoined his siblings, wide blue eyes flickering back and forth between the pair.
Despite his concern for Chey it was apparent that what was important to her was the little box she held in her slim digits.
And what was important to her was important to him...

For the moment.

He wanted to agree with JD about getting her cleaned up before going any further, though it was all he could do not to grill the female on the whereabouts of her conniving boyfriend.
As if Chey could read his thoughts she continued on, telling them what she knew of what had happened to Gerard.
It wasn't much but hearsay until she extended her palm to show the proof, and as she leaned forward to sooth Jay with a loving touch and a kiss, the baby giggled; a stray drop of moisture still clinging to her damp lashes.

Ryder's mind shifted back and forth between the death of Gerard, his cousin Ali, and the truth and conviction that Chey held in her fingers and in her voice.
Ephemerally his worry became avenging the blood they had lost recently, though it was a fleeting concern as his sister's eyes and tone became haunted just before her strength gave out and she started to fall.

Instinctively Ry bolted forward, catching Chey's slight frame in the arm opposite the one that held his daughter.
Now he had both of his girls in his embrace, and it was as if the hunter had awoken from a deep slumber. Suddenly, he had clarity so radiant, it burned him from within.

He had to be strong. If only for them, he had to be a foundation of safety they could both stand upon.

Ryder's intense gaze shifted to his brother, and he motioned to the box that had fallen out of Chey's hand and tumbled to the ground with a nod of his tawny head.
Indeed the brothers had not one, but two losses to avenge. The loss of their great uncle, as well as the stolen innocence of their baby sister.

Carefully guiding Chevrolet over to the bed, the hunter lowered her down to the edge to sit.
"Love is a diaper wearing selfish little bastard." The hunter told her and forced a smile that did not reach his eyes. It was no time for humor, but she needed a distraction, for the depths of  despair in her doe eyes threatened to shatter the remnants of his already fractured heart.
Even though all he could think about was squeezing the guy's throat until he heard a death rattle, Ry knew that was so not what Chey needed to hear right now.

Sitting down on the mattress next to the female, Ryder settled Jay on his knee.
"We'll figure this out baby girl. Don't you worry about it." The young man's voice was smooth as silk though he felt anything but calm.
"If he killed Gerard, then he's a monster. Sometimes monsters can make us feel things we normally wouldn't ."

It had to be true. What else could explain how someone as bright as his sister could fall for a killer?

The reverie struck Ryder straight in that slow beating organ in the center of his chest.
Wasn't that so true? After all, a monster had worn the face of his lover once...

"What's this guy's name, Chey?" Ryder was careful to keep his tone even lest he give away what was doing in his head. "Where can we find him?"

[Jarrett Dallas Crowe]

Jarrett told Ryder where to stick it of course when the man said he had got this. They both had this and they were not leaving their baby sister alone, but dude so needed to calm his daughter down the anger would only make things worse and their poor sister looked like hell and that broke his heart. It really didn’t take them long to get into an argument about what course of action the boyfriend deserved. Always butting heads… it never failed… If they agreed hell itself may have froze over. How could anyone break their sister like this? He had to be evil and he really needed to pay… pay with his life. It was that reason he didn’t want Chey to grow up anymore. He couldn’t stand to see her hurt or crying. He really couldn’t it made his blood boil, but they did need to stop arguing and clean Chey up get her all sorted and stuff before they plot how to take care of the boy who hurt their sister.

Jarrett asked about the box and if she had any, proof that he had done it… that he had killed someone. Perhaps they shouldn’t have jumped the gun so quickly, but even if he isn’t an evil murderer and hurt their sister the boy signed his death sentence. Chey explained how it was Gerard’s box there Uncle Chris’ father. Jarrett was never really too close with any of them, but still he was in the hospital for wolvesbane poisoning… That made JD frown a little bit. She had told them that she found it in Hayden’s draws. His brow rose slightly. ’ Got your name you little bastard. Sure it isn’t a full name, but at least it is a first name and how many Hayden’s could their be in Beacon Hills.’ he thought to himself. Despite the heart broken expression on his sister’s face, he was still very perceptive to what was being said.

It wasn’t long after she had crumbled to her feet and he finally shuffled into the room, but Ryder got their first and helped her to the bed. His daughter was pretty calmed down by now thankfully. He couldn’t take that baby crying too it was too much of a feels over load he hated ladies crying, but this wasn’t about his not being able to handle crying he had to put on a brave face and be strong for his sister. He had to be. She needed help. He snorted at Ryder’s comment about Love being a Diaper wearing Bastard… “Really? that is the best answer you could come up with?" He shook his head.

“I am sorry that he hurt you Chey and I am sorry if he didn’t love you. You will find a person that will one day treat you like you should be treated. Sometimes love can make a person do crazy things, but you are right if you are truly loved then perhaps they wouldn’t hurt you in such a hateful manor. “He said with a frown and searched the room finding her tissue box and handing it to her. “ I’m so sorry.” part of him wanted to tell her that she is a teen and she was probably just feeling the effects of lust not love. Love and lust are often confused, but he could not bring himself to be that blunt right now when she is so broken up. He had knelt down in front of her again trying to assure her as Ryder was too. “Everything will be okay.” he murmured again.

He knew she’d be okay eventually and would one day find the love of her life and look back on this day and know she wasn’t really in love. Ryder was asking what his name is and JD just glared at him with the look of REALLY? Didn’t you hear her say his name? Ryder again was right about that even monsters could make you feel things you usually wouldn’t. Perhaps this was why he himself was scared to get to close to people afraid of love. Afraid he’d too fall for a monster and walk down this path his sister is. He didn’t think anyone should endure such pain.

“Ryder is right with what he said.” he didn’t want to press the killing the boy anymore in front of her. “If it makes you feel any better I bought your favorite ice cream if it isn’t a puddle of soup by now.” he said with a shake of a head and placed a comforting hand on her knee giving it a squeeze. “Things will get better.” He told her. They’d def be looking into the murder of Gerard now. Perhaps he should speak with Chris and see if the place he was staying got anything on film or maybe just maybe Gerard had hidden camera’s in his room and a sweep of it should be done.

He knew he himself has some hidden in his room, but with Colt staying in his room he was scared what maybe on that footage… he had a disgusted look on his face at that thought, but quickly shook it off… and waited to see if she’d answer Ryder with the name and where they could find him. IF not they’d have to use their brains and training which Ryder clearly missed perhaps because of his daughters crying. He was glad the crying was under control now. He knew that it would take time for her to heal and they couldn't put a band aid on this like they could when she'd fall off her bike. Those were the good old days. He really did wish they could have them days back and could save her from this kind of heartbreak... " Your not allowed to grow up anymore.." He stated.







Notes: Um let me know if this works and what not?

[Chevrolet Isabel Crowe]

One could easily expect that Chey would be wallowing in self pity right now but that couldn't be further from the truth. Instead she felt worse for the upset her pain was causing her baby niece and the fact that she'd given her brothers yet another reason to fight. She hated it. She knew that Ryder was still going through a lot but Jarret couldn't and shouldn't have been blamed for it. Sure he wasn't around but they were all guilty of it at one time or another. Chey had watched her mother, the woman she'd always called her mother, ripped apart mercilessly and she was on her own, she had one brother inside the house and her 'sister' watching from afar but no one protected her from that, and every one of the Crowes had dealt with that loss in their own way, JD would hunt, Samara became an obsessed overbearing older sister, Ryder had tried for a normal life only to have it torn away from him, their father barely came up from the bottle now and again and Chey? Chevrolet had been desperate to feel like they had once upon a time but she was too broken to ever ask for it, too scared to make anyone listen to her. For the first time in years, Ryder and JD had come together as a result of her pain. Was that really what she needed for a sense of normal? Heartache?

She was holding onto a higher ground by her fingertips but as she feel, that all seemed to fall apart as well. Her brother's grip around her was all she had. She didn't have any strength of her own remaining. She was honestly not even sure how she made it to the bed, but the fact her brother basically carried her shouldn't have been any surprise. She barely even heard her brothers fighting. It hurt her that they couldn't even keep their thoughts to themselves right now. That didn't mean she didn't get exactly what she needed though. The words that changed everything. "We'll work this out baby girl." and "Everything will be okay." She shook her head almost violently. "Please don't... Just... Not right now!! Don't go after him right now?!?" Honestly, she couldn't stand the idea of something hurting her family like it had hurt her.

She laughed as her brother told her to stop growing up. Holding out a hand to each of her brothers she spluttered slightly as she laughed through her tears. "I'm sorry but... I can't promise that one... However if you guys promise to not leave me alone tonight I promise I have no interest in boys... At least until I've finished school..." Rubbing her damp cheek against her shoulder she looked over to JD. "Did you mention Ice cream? I think JJ and I need some of that!"