"Get into the car!" my older sister yelled at me angrily.  I don't know where we were going,  but I understood.  she needed to get away from Chris, her boyfriend.  I slammed her car door shut, and waited for her.  "No Chris! it's your fault!" she screamed at him as she walked out of the house.  I hated when they argued like this, but it happened so often.  I rolled down my window "Samantha! come on!"  I knew I had to call her or she would stay. "I'm coming" she yelled as she slammed the front door, and stomped to the car.  while I rolled my window up, I heard her mumble nasty words to Chris.  she yanked open her door and plopped down in her seat.  "are you okay?" she glared at me as soon as the words hit the air.  "I'm perfectly fine, can't you see?"  she slammed the car door shut and started the engine.  I watched as tears ran down her cheeks. I couldn't tell if she was sad or mad, but she was probably both.  she turned on the radio and blasted the speakers. My huff was unheard over the roaring radio, as I turned it down.  the look that left her teary eyes made me shudder, but she insisted on turning the music up so loud you could hear it miles away.  "really?" she screamed when I turned it off. "I was listening to that!" 
"yeah, and it was hurting my ears!" I replied hastily
"well, that's too bad. I didn't feel a thing." she stated in a seriously calm voice.
"that's because" I began " you already hurt too much to feel any more pain."
the tires squealed as she slammed her foot on the breaks, and tossed her head violently to look at me.
" I hurt too much?" she asked her voice as soft as though she were talking to herself. 
"I'm sorry Sammy," I said "but you need to let him go.  he is doing nothing but tearing what's left of the family apart." 
more tears swelled up in her eyes, as she looked away to try and hide them.  but before even two seconds passed, she buried her face in the palms of her hands. 
"I'm so sorry" she sobbed. "mom never would have wanted this."
I rubbed her back and tried hard to give no sign of the tears that wanted to escape my own eyes.
"mom would have never wanted you to sell the house either" I reminded her as a serious joke. 
I pulled her head out from her hands, and lifted her chin, so I could wipe away her hot fresh tears. 
"and mom wanted you to take care of me"  I told her "she refused to let anyone else.  but I'm putting my foot down on this one, you need to drop him." 
"I know I just-I thought he would help" she frowned worse as she said this, knowing  I was right. 
I brought her in a hug, "it's alright, everything will be okay" I tried to comfort her. she cried on my shoulder, too weak to move, and gave a depressed giggle, "mom should have put you in charge" she sighed "even though your younger. 
I chuckled "why?, you're so much smarter."
"because, you're better at this kind of stuff"
"no." I said "I just don't get caught up in men. plus, your four years older than I"
my broken sister pulled away from me, and tucked her shoulder-length hair behind her ear.  she nodded miserably and thought for a second.  "you know" she said " now I think about it, he may have killed us like the cancer killed momma, slowly, but surely."  I looked down in my lap, It felt as though the incident happened just a few months ago.  It amazing how 3 years fly by so fast when your mourning. 
"hey" I said changing the subject, "let's go get donuts at donut king"
she smiled at me, "yeah, that sounds good!"
I nodded my head and watched as Sammy turned the key several times before the car started.  "let's go get some donuts" she declared, and I sat back in my seat as the car progressed further, glad I could make a bad situation better.