When a person comes home from war, they expect a family gathering. I had a war going on in not only my body but now with an original Siren, and now I was on my way home, or at least a place I considered home. Boards of the house seemed to still fall around the place, windows still bored up aside from the broken window where a fight with my half sister took place. No home coming part for me.

I walked into the front door, looking around at all the clothes on the floor and snacks, as a sigh left my mouth. I looked down at one shirt in Specific, it was Alex's. I snarled at it before hearing a noise coming from Jay's bedroom. Grabbing the shirt in my hand, I made my way to his room before bolting in.

Oh, so she stays here now?

I sent the shirt, forcefully, into Jays face. He continued to stare forward at the game going on the screen of a half broken Tv. I rolled my eyes before kicking the tv off the stand it was sitting on, breaking it completely. I shot over to Jays and pulled him up by this shirt.

Hello brother, nice new look, you look like you did a few years after you decided to finally let your little sister tag along with you. You know, your sister, me, the person who shares a mother with you and went through a hell with you... THE ONE YOU DIDN'T BOTHER TELLING YOU WERE GOING TO ASK SOMEONE TO MARRY YOU!!!!!!!

Jay closed his eyes while I yelled into his face. He smiled as he opened his eyes and looked up at me.