6. cereal

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Remi watched as Xander made two bowls of cereal.

He slid over her bowl and then sat down next to her at the breakfast bar.

"What's this?" Remi tilted her head to the right as she analyzed the colorful circles.

"Cereal," xander said in a bored tone.

"Ce...re...al?"

"Yeah, you haven't it had before?" He drops his spoon and turns toward her.

"N-no. I'm s-sorry" she trembled.

She looked down in shame. Aaron had made Clare buy him cereal but it was his and Remi could only have it if she was a good girl. He never thought she was.

"It's okay" he put his finger under her chin and made her to up "I'm sure your mom was some kind of health freak and wouldn't let you eat sugar but you can have all the cereal in the world here" he smiled, a little.

"O-okay" she picked up the spoon, scooped up a few pieces, and brought it to her mouth. Her eyes twinkled as the flavors exploded in her mouth.

"Good?" Xander chuckled as he watched her vigorously eat. She took small spoonfuls but wouldn't even finish chewing before putting the next one on her mouth.

She hadn't eaten in twelve hours.

He continued eating his own cereal as silence washed through them.

"What's your name?" Remi as when she finished her bowl. Her feet moving back and forth and her hands in her lap.

"Xander"

"How old you are?"

"Eighteen" he leaned back in his chair, his unclothed arms across his chest.

"You're tired?"

"Kinda"

"I'm not" she pouted.

"It's really late maybe you should go to bed" xander got up and put their dirty dishes in the sink.

Remi giggled, "not it's not. Mama lets me stay up late"

"She's not here," he said.

Remi frowned.

"I'm not tired" she grumbled.

"I am" he gritted out as he stood above her.

"I dont wanna go to sleep" she looked down.

The nightmares will come back.

"I dont care. Now let's go" he grabbed her hand and begin to pull her off the chair.

"What are doing?"

Remi and xander both looked at the source of the voice that stood in the doorway.

-

One hand behind his head another on his stomach Vincent played wide awake staring at the ceiling.

The little girl across the hall kept him awake.

She's my sister.

She's my little sister.

My responsibility.

He was ready to walk through hell for her and had just met her.

Tomorrow when the social worker comes over they'll discuss what needs to be done to finish the process.

His life was flipped around in just one night.

He would spend the next fourteen years raising her. A girl.

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