"Princesses is shit shanty towns like Blue Ridge do," she slurred, closing one eye and pointing at Faith to try to get her bearings straight.

"Hey! Don't be so sensitive!" she stumbled backward. "A little sex might loosen you up a bit! And I'm not a slut," she grimaced. "I just have sexual freedom or some shit," she giggled.

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"You call this a fucking shanty town? Perhaps you would like to go live in an actual shanty town. Forever?" Faith smiled hopefully and rested against the nearest tree.

"I'm fucking tired of your bullshit!" Faith moaned, dragging a hand down her face. "You're just a huge slut who bangs every fucking dude and drinks away her sad existence. Sexual freedom my butt!"

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"No thanks," she scoffed. "Like living in a shed? Ugh. It's bad enough here."

"Sad existence?! Fuck off!" she yelled, pushing Faith. She usually could ignore Faith but her little sister was unusually perceptive tonight. "I am not trying to hide anything and you don't know shit bitch!" She was trying hard to keep control but with that much booze in her system there was no way. "Just cause you're a depressed little bitch doesn't mean everyone else is too!"

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The back of Faith's head hit the tree with a thud when she was pushed and she frowned at her sister. "I am not fucking depressed! You don't know shit about me, I'm sure as hell a lot happier than you! Do you know who drinks mimosas at lunchtime? Alcoholics and washed up bitches. Which one are you?" she goaded her sister with a sneer.

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"I'm not a fucking alcoholic!! I don't have a fucking problem!" She tried to take a swing at Faith but missed, she spun around dangerously close to falling. "I'm not a washed up bitch either!!" she staggered.

"You on the other hand, have been a sad little bitch, running around all depressed and shit!" she took another swing.

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"I've never run around depressed!" Faith yelled, wrestling Hope to the ground once her second swing connected with her shoulder.

"Say I'm not depressed, bitch!" she demanded, sitting on Hope's back with some difficulty. Faith was usually in check with her emotions but Hope had always had the same response, although they hadn't fought like this for years.

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"You're loving it you morbid little freak!" Hope yelled up from the ground. "You finally have a reason to be all dark and shit, just won't tell anyone what it is!" she had noticed a change in her sister, despite common belief, she actually cared about the girl, just had a fucked up way of showing it.

"You want me to say it then you say I'm not an alcoholic!" she growled, trying to slash up and backward.

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Faith thought she had been disguising her feelings about the abortion pretty well, but if even Hope had picked up that something was different perhaps she hadn't been doing a good job at all. The thought unsteadied her and when Hope fought again she was knocked off her and onto her back.

"You act like you're a fucking perfect human being but you're just a... cunt! You're a huge fucking cunt!"

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"Yeah well... fuck you!" Hope scurried across the ground and tried to plant herself on top of Faith. "I may be a cunt but... but..." but what...

She had nothing. She didn't even know when she started crying. She swung at Faith, aiming for her face. "You're a rotten fucking bitch! You know that?!" she screamed.

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Tears were stinging Faith's eyes too and she sniffed and took a pretty weak slap to the face. "I hate you! I wish you were all dead!" she screamed dramatically, grabbing a fistful of her sisters hair and pulling.

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"I hate you too, I wish everything would just fuckin' stop! I wish they were all dead too!" she cried out, tears pouring down her face. She was a damn mess, weakly sitting on top of her sister, and slapping like a kitten.

"Fuck bitch!" she grabbed Faith's hands, trying to get them out of her hair.

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He had been getting worried that Faith had been gone for too long. She would be mortified if he went to find her and caught her peeing but he wasn't one to leave it to the fates. He walked deep into the woods, calling her name, trying his best to find her when he heard the screams.

"Oh fuck," he groaned. He picked up his pace, running until he saw the mess of blue wrestling on the ground. It wasn't hard at all to pluck Hope off of Faith and set her aside. "What the fuck is wrong with you two. You are sisters," he knelt down and pulled Faith to his side. "Are you okay?" he asked pushing blue hair out of her face.

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The weight lifted off her chest and Faith coughed as she struggled to get at her sister again. "She's not my sister! She's a fucking, stone cold bitch!" Faith yelled, kicking out with her feet.

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"Aliens are NOT able to be blood related!" Hope screamed, trying to get up. Her dress was a mess and she couldn't get off her ass. "That cretin is a fucking monster!"

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Sasha pulled Faith to his chest and held onto her. "Both of you are being ridiculous! Whatever happened between you two... it does not matter. Settle your asses down!" He knew he fought with his brother something terrible but boys got over it, girls tended to hold grudges. It was nothing like when boys fought. He didn't want that for Faith.

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"I'd rather be an alien than related to you!" she shot back, folding her arms sulkily.

"She's completely unhinged. And rude! About you! She doesn't listen" Faith whined, kicking dirt up at Hope.

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Hope sat helpless on the ground, tears still streaming from her eyes. "Yeah well at least I'm normal," she growled. "There is nothing wrong with me!"

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Sasha sighed. "I do not give a fuck what she says about me. You know what is true and that is all that matters," he said firmly.

"You both need to settle the fuck down, sober up, and have this conversation on a different night!"

"Do not make me haul both of your asses back to campus because I will do it and you know I can," he threatened.

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Faith spluttered. "There is everything wrong with you! You're like a fucking stepford wife psychopath. You need a therapist!"

She hardly heard Sasha as she tried to break free from him again. "Just leave us alone! Just let me at her" she panted.

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"OKAY! So what if I'm a little fucking sad that my boyfriend is in jail for manslaughter? Maybe I'm going through some shit, okay?! I'm not a fucking psychopath!" she screamed.

"I don't need anyone! I'm fine on my fucking own you scabby bitch!"

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"ENOUGH!" Sasha roared. He pulled Faith in closer and hoisted her over his shoulder, pinning her legs to his chest. He knew he was probably going to get wailed on and have a few bruises but he would be fine.

"Come on," he walked over to Hope and hauled her off her ass with one arm. He pinned her to his side, an arm wrapped around her waist. "You are both messes," he grumbled, moving forward with the two fighting girls. "This is ridiculous."

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Faith screamed and swung her fists into Sasha's back as she was thrown over his shoulder. "You're a mess! Watch out where you put your hands or she'll get the wrong idea" Faith sneered, her hair hanging in her face and encrusted with forest dirt.

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Hope stumbled by his side, surprised that he could actually handle both of them. "Wrong idea? Sleeping in the same bed and watching him moon over you is what gives everyone the wrong idea," she mumbled drunkenly, leaning into the tall boy's shoulder.

"I dunno why ya fight it, he's actually a cutie," she giggled then hiccuped. "Well maybe I'll go after him if you're not gonna have him."

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"Shut up both of you," Sasha growled. "I am only holding you like this so you don't fall and get hurt," he said.

He rose an eyebrow at Hope. "Do not get any ideas about me and you either."

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"He wouldn't want you anyway! He doesn't like prissy bitches" Faith slurred, watching her arms sway limply towards the ground. She had stopped fighting, mostly because it was making her nauseous.

"I'm telling mom you smacked me in the mouth" she muttered.

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