Fight With Me

Chapter 14

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Lizzie's POV

I stayed up all night worrying about Josie. I needed to apologize if I wanted my sister back as soon as possible. After a quick shower and throwing on something comfy, I did my hair and headed to Hope's room.

I knocked on the door, but there was nothing until Hope yelled, "WHOEVER YOU ARE, GO AWAY!"

I hesitated, unsure if telling them it was me would make things worse. A few more knocks later, the door finally swung open—and to my surprise, it was Josie. Before she could close it again, I gave her a pleading look, and she let me in.

Hope stood next to Josie, eyes narrowed, tense and protective. Josie grabbed her hand, and Hope immediately relaxed. I tried not to let my jealousy show and stayed quiet until Josie finally spoke.

"I know I acted horribly yesterday," I admitted, forcing the words out. "I was just jealous about how much time you two have been spending together."

Josie looked at me steadily, and my stomach tightened. "Are you sure it has nothing to do with you not taking your meds?"

I glanced at Hope, silently asking if I could speak to Josie alone. She caught on and said, "Anything you want to say to me, you can say in front of Hope."

I took a deep breath. "No, I haven't been taking my meds. But if that's what it takes to get back to normal, I will."

"I don't want you to do this for me; you need to do it for yourself," Josie replied firmly.

"I'm not just doing this for you," I lied. "I need to get back to normal so I can be happier."

Hope finally spoke. "Lizzie, the three of us need to talk to your dad and figure out a plan."

I wanted to tell her to stay out of it, but somehow, I ended up in my dad's office with my sister and the Tribrid.

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Alaric's POV

I was working on reports when there was a knock at the door. "Come in," I called.

To my surprise, it was my daughters—with Hope. I immediately stood up. "What's wrong?"

Seeing their expressions, I gestured for them to sit. As they did, I noticed two things: Hope and Josie wouldn't separate from each other—Josie even sat in Hope's lap. They positioned themselves as far from Lizzie as possible, which worried me even more.

Josie finally spoke. "Okay, so last night, Lizzie burst into our room yelling, and it caused an episode that knocked us into the wall. Hope ended up with glass in her knee."

I turned to Lizzie. "Is this true?"

She looked down, shame written across her face, and nodded.

I sighed. "What happened? I thought your meds were helping."

She stayed silent. Josie spoke again: "She hasn't been taking them, Dad."

I stared at Lizzie, trying to mask my disappointment. "Elizabeth, your mother and I trusted you to take your medicine."

"Dad, I'm sorry."