It's suffocating. Nauseating, even. You know he's only doing it because of your elder sibling, the one who cut off all contact with her parents and left home. Because, that's all your stepfather cares about. It's always because of your sister.

"I got you a present." Arleigh smiles. He kneels in front of you, hiding something behind his back. He ignores the way your gaze drills into his. The obvious discomfort disregarded in hopes to rekindle some sort of relationship with you.

"Do you like it? You've always wanted one before." It's an old cream colored bunny. Worn around the edges, and patches of cloth replacing some of the material. It looks eerily similar--before it hits you. You knew exactly what it was. It was your stepsister's prized stuffed toy.