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"How long has this been going on?" I was hoping Michael wouldn't hear me from the rest room, hissing to Jermaine who still looked worried about my head injury.

Jermaine looked like he didn't want to tell me. "Too long." He answered, making me sigh and grab at my hair.

"So, you've been letting Charles batter Michael bloody for 'too long?'" I asked angrily, really wishing I could beat Jermaine right now.

Jermaine shrugged. "I can't really stop my father."

I let out a bitter laugh. "Why doesn't Michael just kick the jackass out and banish him from the Ranch?" I asked.

"Because he's still our father, and no matter what he does--we still love him. Michael wouldn't be where he is without him." He snapped at me, honesty bursting in he features.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, lowering my voice. "It's just...why don't you guys leave?" I inquired.

Jermaine looked ready to laugh at me. "We're not his captors, Diana. You should really get back downstairs. After all, today is-"

"My mother's funeral." I said, being reminded instantly.

Jermaine's expression saddened. "You're letting yourself get distracted too easily, because you don't want to face the fact."

"Thanks for the therapy session, Jermaine." I swung out of that room in a flutter of my skirts.

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