Relax with them.

You return to the stove, and quickly prepare yourself another can of food. It isn't the most appealing thing in the world, but you need to eat. Your gaze lingers on the two sisters on your bed. They eat, watching you silently, with an expression that reminds you of admiration.

You look around for someplace to sit. Since you've been down here alone, you hadn't really planned for entertaining. Shrugging, you seat yourself on the floor next to the bed. Erin's eyes are now aware, and looking at you curiously.

"Did you kill him?" Erin asks, a cold steel in her voice.

"Yes." you answer with a twinge of concience. It doesn't make you happy to kill, even someone as twisted as that bastard of a ****.

"Good." she replies. The simple statement brings tears, and she begins to cry softly. Her sister holds her tenderly, allowing the sadness to pour out.

"How can I help?" You ask quietly, more to yourself than anything. To your suprise, Erin answers you.

"Hold me." One of her arms reaches towards you. You place the bowl in your hands on the floor, and stand. Carefully, as to not place any weight on the girls, you crawl on, moving behind her. Your arms come about to embrace her softly, and she shrinks from your touch initially, before moving back in a full acceptance of the embrace.

Brittney's arms come about her sister as well, and the two of you hold her softly. She cries a little, but the experience of being with caring persons far outweight the pain she feels.

"He hurt me." She says calmly. "Not bad, I mean, I'll survive, but he hurt me."

"I know." you reply, with a gentle hug around her shoulders. "I know."

The three of you rest like that for a while, recovering from the trauma that has affected you all. In your arms, Erin finally falls asleep, joined not too much later by Brittney.

Exhausted yourself, you finally drift in and out of conciousness, finally ending in a sleep filled with dark and unpleasant dreams.