Cursing under his breath quietly, Merle fidgeted with the knife. He tried to push the blade beneath the window, trying to knock the latch open so they could open it. They’d been locked out of their home. Again. In freezing weather.

He muttered quietly about their shitbag of a father, glancing back towards his little sibling they were visibly cold. He didn’t blame them; the snow was still slowly falling. It didn’t look so pretty when you didn’t have a warm fire to keep you from the painful cold.

“Why ain’t you wearin’ a jacket?” he grunted in annoyance, though not quite at them. He’d been in juvie for three months now, his third stint since he was his little sibling’s age. He didn’t know that their father didn’t get them a jacket -- though it certainly wouldn’t surprise him. The jerk didn’t give them anything but chores and bruises.