XD They're good. Thanks for the suggestions!

how about....how i hate that knife or the knife that changed my life or the knife. Do u have any ideas? my sister...that changed maybe? Or the day it happened. These are pretty lame titles but well u asked for titles so dont blame me!!!!

With his loose hand he grabbed my wrist. "Getting revenge." He whispered. He grabbed Roberta, threw me to the ground, and walked out the door. Every one was to stunned to move. As soon as Alex gathered his senses he ran out the door screaming his head off. I heard a car motor then the squelling of tires on ashvault. She was gone. I felt like crying but nothing came out.

 

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"I think this belongs to you," he says, shoving Roberta into my arms.

She leans against me limply, barely conscious. "What did you do to her?" I ask, stroking her head.

 

I pulled away from Alex for a second. "Sure." I said, and walked over and hugged him. He looked surprised, yet pleased. Then another knock. Attida stood up and got it. It was Mr. Cwornal, holding an unconscious Roberta in his arms.

"Can I come in now?" He asks Attida, his eyes pleading.

I smiled and hugged Alex tighter. The door opened. It was Pete.

"For saving Attida's life," he says.

"For what?" I asked.

"Thanks," he whispered into my ear.

That was the first time he had hugged me in years. I savored the moment, wondering how long it would last.

Attida smiled at me, "Thanks. I wouldn't have been able to do that."

I shrugged, "Pipi's controllable, you just have to know how to get under her skin."

Alex hugged me.

I walk to Roberta. "Or you Pipy." Pipy was my nickname for Roberta, the one she hated. Her glare hardened on me but Pete grabbed her by the shoulders and led her out into the hall with him. It was just Attida, Alex, and me.

Attida pushes Roberta aside, ignoring the knife, like it's just a toy Roberta wanted to show her. It's as if she read my thoughts, because she says, "Dad, I don't want you here right now. Please leave."

But did they feel that way about each other. I wanted them to. And I wanted Pete to leave. Attidas dad or not I still didn't like him.

What about Alex? There was so much fear in his eyes, this was his first time being in front of the knife and not behind it. Yet he had another emotion in his eyes, protection for Attida. As I looked at both of them I realized, this was my family.

Who should I protect? Attida? Myself?

Both could do harm, there was no doubt about that. But which one should I worry about?

 

Great. Two knivies. Just Great. One knife bearer an incredibly talented 40 year old man. The other a clumsy 8 year old. But yet...

"NO! Alex lunged, his arms trying to protect Attida.

"Son, let the little girl do her work," Pete says, pointing a knife at Alex.