Last night a nurse walked into the room after visiting hours and said to us. "You need to leave," I told her that I wasn't going to leave my sister alone at the hospital.

She pointed at Nate and said. "What about him?"

I told her that he was going to stay as well and that I'm the guardian of them after my parents died.

"I'm sorry about your parent's. I'll get two cots for you both." She walked out of the room and returned a couple of minutes later with two cots and set it up in the room for us.

After the cots are set up she walked out of the room and closed the door.

The last thing on my mind before I fall asleep is: It's now my turn to look after my siblings and provide for them just like Mom and Dad did. They did their best raising us and they were the best parent's.

I wish I had someone to lean on for help. But, that's hard since both my parent's families are gone and there's just my brother, sister and I left in the Knight Family.

Closing my eyes I fall asleep.

I'm standing in front of a mansion with my parents. It has a swing on the porch and next to that is a bassinet made out of straw.

A baby starts crying and the older woman stands up. She picks up the baby and says soothing words. The baby starts crying.

Mom is the first person to walk up the stairs and heads over to the woman. "Hey, Mom. Thanks for looking after my son."

A smile spreads across the woman's face. "I would do anything for my daughter." She looks around and then her eyes collide with mine. "Is that, Chloe?"

"Yes, Mom. That's my daughter. Sorry, I didn't bring her over sooner. She's been busy with her father. You know how training is."

"That I do." She hands the baby over to Mom and walks into the house. Opening the door, she says. "Don't stand there, child. Come inside."

I follow her inside and see all this fancy stuff lying around the house. There's a box on the table and it's been wrapped up. "Is that for me?"

"Yes," she gives it to me. "Open it."

Opening the present I see a beautiful necklace that's made out of gold and it has a 'C' on it.

The dream moves to another one and it feels real.

I was about six years old when my Grandfather gave me a gun. He showed me how to use it and said. "You're going to need to know all these skills because someday you're going to be the one to bring our family out of hiding.

To this day I still don't know what he means by 'I will be the only one from our family to bring the rest of us out of hiding.' Why would they be hiding? What has my family gotten themselves into?

The sun shines into the room at 7:30 am and I am woken by it. I see Nate stir and then opens his eyes.

Nate yawns. He looks at the clock in the corner of the room. "I have to go to school." He climbs out of bed. "I don't want to miss another day. Can you write me a note?"

"Sure," I pull out a piece of paper and write a letter to the school with the reason why he had the day off yesterday. Looking at him I say. "I need you to come here right after school. I have to look for a job."

"Okay, can I have some money for lunch?"

I pull money out of my wallet and give it to him. "Be back no later than 3:30 pm. I know you like to hang out with your mates, once school lets out."

"Okay," He runs out of the room. "Bye, Chloe."

He better listen to me or he's going to get an earful when he returns.

Aleysa sits up. She looks at me and says. "I'm thirsty."

Moving over to the jug I fill a cup up with water and give it to her.

She takes it from me. "Thanks."

Smiling at her I say. "You're welcome. What do you want to do today?"

She looks outside. "I wish I was out there with the sun soaking my skin and you reading me a story like we used to."

I touch her arm. "We'll do that when you have your energy back. I don't want you to fall out of the wheelchair. I could still read you a story." Moving over to the backpack I pull out a few books. "Which book do you want me to read?"

She points to Possum Magic. "I love that story. Mom used to read to me when I was in here the first time."

Mom and Dad bought the book back with them when we visited Australia when I was five years old. It was one of my favourite books growing up.

Looking at the book and then at Aleysa. "I'm sorry I wasn't here when you needed me the first time."

She shakes her head. "It's not your fault. Mom and Dad wanted you to have a life. They wanted what was best for you."

I'm sick of everyone saying that. It's not what was best for anyone in this situation. I should have been told about it.

Moving over to the bed I lie next to her. "I know. Mom and Dad spoke to me a lot. They were proud of what I was doing with my life."

Aleysa wraps her arms around me. "They're still proud of you." She looks at the window. "Mom and Dad didn't deserve to go the way they did. We know that they would have preferred to be alive and watch you have a life. Get married when the time came."

Shaking my head I say. "That was the last thing I wanted in New York." Looking around the room. "But, now I feel differently. Maybe, it has something to do with being back in LA and being around my own family."

She looks at me. "You have to find a job. That way you'll meet new people and then you might meet your prince charming."

That's not going to happen.

I roll my eyes. "I'm too old to believe in fairy tales, sis. But, you can hope that it happens to me."

She smiles. "I want a new brother for Christmas."

Throwing my head back I laugh. "The guy I marry will be your Brother in Law and I can't get married before Christmas. That's impossible."

She pouts. "I might not live to see you get married."

I touch her face. "Please, don't think like that. You're going to survive this. You're going to meet your Prince Charming and get married too."

"I hope so." She touches the book. "Can you read the story now? I don't want to talk about the future."

Clearing my throat I begin to read the story.

When I finish the story I see my sister fast asleep next to me and her arms are wrapped around me. I close my eyes and fall asleep next to her.

At 9:30 am, I wake up and see a doctor walk into the room. Shaking Aleysa I whisper. "The Doctor is here."

She opens her eyes. "I don't want to have a needle put in me today."

The Doctor looks at her. "We're going to start your chemo today. The sooner we start the better."

"For whom? Me? I've been through this before I know how it works." She looks at the clear bag the Doctor has in his hand. "I'm going to get sick again like the first time I was on chemo."

Before I went to bed, I read the pamphlet and it said that there are some side effects that can happen when having chemo and one of them being is vomiting.

That's one of the things that I can't stand. The smell of vomit and watching someone throw up will set me into gagging.

I hope that doesn't happen to Aleysa though.

The Doctor explains to me everything that he's doing for my sister as he sets up the IV. The machine the IV is hooked on starts making a noise and he looks at me. "Every time this machine beeps a nurse will come in and she will turn it off. During the day a nurse will be here to test her temperature and make sure that she's well enough to continue with the treatment." He puts the needle into her arm and tapes it with clear tape. He walks out of the room.

Aleysa looks over at me. "I'm going back to sleep."

I kiss the top of her head. "I'll be here when you wake."

"Okay," she mumbles before closing her eyes.

Pulling my laptop out of my bag, I put earphones in my ears and watch a movie.

At 3:15 pm, I hear someone say. "I told you I had to go to the hospital. My sister isn't feeling well. She's got leukaemia and I'm here to look after her while my sister looks for a job." Nate enters the room.

I look towards my brother and bring my index finger to my lips. "Shhh,"

Nate nods. He moves into the room with his friend beside him. "This is why I wasn't at school yesterday. It's also the reason that I can't stay after school for practice."

Shit, I forgot he plays football and has to stay after school for practice.

"I'm going to call your coach and see if we can come to some sort of arrangement to keep you playing for the season."

Nate smiles. "Really?"

"Yes, I can't have my brother kicked off the team because he can't show up to practice while he helps me look after his sister. Can you give me his number and I'll give him a call tomorrow?"

Nate gives me the coach's number and I type it into my phone.

Pick up my handbag I hold my hand out and say. "Keys,"

He gives me the keys. "Good luck with the job search."

Exiting the hospital I make my way to the car and climb inside. I put my handbag on the chair and start hitting the wheel. "I HATE THIS!" I yell into the empty car. Then I scream. Tears begin to fall down my face. Looking at the ground I take a deep breath.

I need to get a job.

Turning the key in the ignition I pull the car away from the hospital.

Along the way, I stop at a few cafes and ask to fill out application forms. They give me the forms and I fill it out. I return it to the counter and then continue to drive. I take a wrong turn and end up in an alley. A fancy sign on the side of the building captures my attention and it says. 'Lusive'.

I'll try this place.

Parking my car by the door I step out and make my way to the door. I pull the handle down and the door springs open, I step inside and follow the dark hall into a room that's packed with people.

It's a nightclub.

The bar has wooden walls, with pictures of football players hanging on it. One picture holds my attention the most, it is of a handsome man with dark hair, tanned skin, brown eyes. Under the picture is a plaque with the name 'Jai Marshall' on it.

Moving over to the bar I look at the barman and wait for him to approach.

He moves over to me and says. "What can I get you, sweetheart?"

"Your boss?"

He shakes his head. "He doesn't like to be disturbed. If you want a drink I'll take your order. If not I'll have to ask you to leave."

Sitting on the red leather stool I say. "Give me a J.D." I watch him pour it. "Actually, give me a double shot."

He pours more into the glass. He places the glass in front of me.

Spinning the glass around a few times, I pick it up and drink it. I slam the glass on the bar. "Get me your boss. I need to see him." Looking around the room I see cameras, pointing at the bar.

He shakes his head. "I can't do that."

Pointing to the cameras I say. "He's watching right?"

The bartender doesn't say anything.

Standing up on the bar I take a lighter out and put the lighter under the sprinkler, as I'm about to flick the lighter. I hear someone yell.

"SEND THE GIRL UP."