Miku jumped, startled by Eve's sudden outburst. She angrily demanded Amy do something. But there was nothing anyone could do. At least, that's what Miku thought.<br/><br/>Then, Eve turned her attention to Miku. She was angry, and it was obvious. She seemed to think it was just as easy as leaving home and finding some place else to live. But she was on the outside. She had no idea what else was wrong with her life.<br/><br/>She stood over Miku, and the young Asian girl felt like she was back at home; being yelled at by her mother. Deep down, she knew Eve had a point and that she was right. But Miku lived with this for years. It was all she knew, and she had a sort of twisted responsibility to take care of her mother.<br/><br/>Just as Miku was about ready to give up and break down, Amy's voice cut in and Eve seemed to calm herself as she sat back in her seat. She apologized, and Miku could tell it was genuine. Though she didn't really blame Eve for it. She really did have a point.<br/><br/>Instead of answering Amy, Miku felt like she had to reply to Eve.<br/><br/>"I don't have a choice. I have no friends anymore. I don't have any family left. My mom's manipulated them into thinking that I'm the one who has a problem. She says I'M the one who's in the wrong. And they all believe her! They believe her over me. They even believe<em>CURT</em>over me!" Miku was upset by her own words. It was the truth, and the truth really did hurt. It felt like a knife in her heart.<br/><br/>"You don't think I've<em>tried</em>fighting back? You said it right. I'm a<em>fucking doll</em>! Curt has over two hundred pounds on me, and I have no fighting experience!" Miku's heart was pounding. She was pissed off, but not at Eve. She was pissed off about her situation. It was like life was trying to make her kill herself. Like she was just a test subject in some sick game.<br/><br/>"The police can't do shit. Why? It's because of Curt. He<em>IS</em>a police officer. He's the goddamn<em>chief of police</em>. He's got nobody to answer to! He's got connections<em>everywhere</em>. It's like he's paid people off to look the other fucking way!" Miku was just venting now. She had so much pent up frustration, anger, sadness, rage... It was coming to a boil now, and was beginning to overflow.<br/><br/>"People don't know he's my step-father because I refused to take on his last name when my mom married him. And why would he tell anyone I'm his step-daughter? As fucked up as I am, would<em>anyone</em>want to say they were related to me??<em>I</em>don't even want to be related to me!"<br/><br/>"I'd rather be dead, than have to live this life..." The young girl moved her feet to rest on the floor, looked down and held her head in her hands.<br/><br/>Silence. From everyone. Moments felt like hours. She heard someone moving around, but couldn't bring herself to look up. Someone sat down on the couch next to her. Turning her head slowly, she saw Steven holding a tissue out to her.<br/><br/>Miku's hands were shaking slightly as she reached out and gently took it from him. She dabbed the corners of her eyes, and wiped the wet trails from her cheeks. She expected him to go back to his seat, but he stayed right where he was.<br/><br/>"Thank you..." She whispered softly.