Vic's Point of view:
I heard Isabella gasped and my head shot up. She stopped reading the mysterious letter and her hands began to shale.

"Isabella? Are you okay?" She didn't look at me, her hands shook harder. I got up off the bed.

"Isabella?" I asked and walked over to her. I placed my hand over hers and she jumped. She finally looked up and I saw that she was crying. I carefully took the note out of her hands and cupped her face. She stood still and started to sob. She fidn't look at me, more like straight through me.

I pulled her into me and wrapped my arms aroundly her tightly. She continued to quitely cry and I desperately want to know what that letter was about.

"I think I'm going to be sick." She breathed and my eyes widened. I pulled back and looked carefully into her eyes.

"Do you need to sit down?" She shook her head violently.

"No, I'm going to be sick." I rushed her to the bathroom and barely made it in time. She leant over the toilet seat and threw up. She threw up until all that came out were harsh screams. I tried to soothe her as best I could, and I rubbed her back.

She sat there stifly, staring at the lid of the toilet. I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and she didn't even blink. I decided it was best to leave her and went to stand up. Her hand suddenly shot up and dragged me back down. She sobbed again.

"Please don't leave me." She breathed and cried. I let her dig her nails into my arm and I sat there, watching her fall apart.

This was the same Isabella that cried every night for a week after her mum died. The same Isabella that broke down when she found her mother dying. The same Isabella that made me realise that she needed me more than I needed her.
This was the Isabella that I wanted to love the most.

Isabella's Point of View:
I couldn't believe it.
I have- had a sister. A sister!
Why was she kept a secret? Why didn't my mother tell me?

I sat and stared at the toilet lid, not daring to let go of Vic's arm. I felt a warm liquid start to cover my fingers and I knew I was making Vic bleed. I tried to let go, but only dug in deeper.
I knew Vic was trying hard to not wince at the pain. I was hurting him and I hated myself for it.

We sat in silence as I tried to speak. Nothing but air escaped my voice. I knew Vic wanted to know what was in that letter and I wanted to tell him. My fingers began to feel sticky and I forced myself to release my grip. I heard Vic sigh with relief and I looked at him apologetically. He gave me a small smile but I knew he was happy I had let go.
I swallowed hard.

"Vic.."

"Izzy.." I looked back at the toilet lid. I felt something make its way up my throat and I made myself swallow it.

"The letter.. It said, something." He moved closer.

"What did it say?"

"I-I have a.. a," I swallowed again. I found it hard to say the last word.

"Isabella.. what's wrong?" I looked back at Vic, his eyes filled with concern.

"I have a sister." He looked at me, confusing spread his beautiful face.

"What?" I nodded in repsonse.

"A sister." He looked down at his blood stained arm.

"You have, a sister?" He asked again. I nodded my head.

"I have- or had.. a sister." Vic quickly stood up, and pulled me with him. He walked out of the room and knocked on Mike's door. Mike opened it and rolled his eyes. Vic pointed back at me and Mike looked over and smiled.

"Isabella has a sister." Mike dropped his smile.

"What?" He asked.

"She has a sister."

"Is this a joke?" Mike laughed, but uncertainty filled his voice. I shook my head and walked over to them. Mike's face was serious and Vic looked as if he had drifted off to space.

"How do you know?" Mike asked. I looked at my feet.

"I got a letter. I don't even know who it's from." I lifted my eyes and saw Vic looking at me.

"Did you read it all?" He asked and I shook my head.

"I only read like three sentences." Mike ran his fingers through his hair.

"This is big.. We have to tell the others!" He grabbed his phone from his dresser and called one of the guys. We waited a moment, and Mike looked at me uncomfortably.

"Hey Tone.. It's Mike. Call Himes... We have big news."