[TLH/SinKid] Anger

The moment Lyra entered the room, she hesitated. Of course *she* was sitting there.
The girl sitting on the couch looked up, and smiled warily. "H-hey Lyra."
"Allie." Lyra replied with a hint of venom in her voice.
It had been a mere few months since her mother had rescued Allie. The kid had lived on the streets for God knows how long, and rather than be carried off or left alone, her mother had decided to give her a meal and let her sleep the night.
That one night stretched to the next night. And then the rest of the week. And then the month. By the time the calendar flipped all of them knew she was going to stay.
It had been a tough time for Lyra. Her mother, ever the irresponsible woman, had to leave Lyra to handle making sure Allie had all the necessities, was eating right, and all that, the few times she wasn't home these days.
Meanwhile, her mother showered Allie with affection, affection she had no right to have from that woman, while she had left her other two children alone more times than she could count.
What made this little street rat so special? Was she a blank slate for Mom to make a good impression on? Was it for publicity? How dare Allie steal all of Mom's love while her own brother, Lemy, was left with scraps. The little c-
"Lyra...?"
Lyra snapped her eyes open. Through a teary haze she saw Allie, looking at her with concern.
Lyra had been crying. Her palms felt sore from where her nails had dug into her palms, and she had drawn blood on one of them.
She looked back up at Allie.
No, Allie didn't do anything wrong. She was just caught up in this, and was probably feeling just as overwhelmed as she was. Getting mad at her wasn't going to solve anything.
"Are you... okay?" Allie asked.
She wiped her tears away. "I-I'm fine, just had a moment."
Lyra took a seat next to Allie. Her hair was a scruffy mess, being not quite long enough to have gravity work on it, but not short enough to be neat.
"Hey, Lyra?"
Allie wrapped her arms around Lyra.
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"I just wanna say that... I think you're pretty great."
Lyra felt herself tearing up again.
"I know you don't like me very much, but-"
"Woah, back up, Allie. What makes you think I don't like you?"
Allie looked up at Lyra, confused about her statement but a lot happier now that her fears must have been lifted. "W-well, you keep yelling at me and giving me these looks and..."
Lyra sighed. "Yeah, I guess I've been a bit mean. Look, Allie, it's not because of you, it's..." Because of my mother, she wanted to say, but she didn't want to put any more pressure on Allie. "I've been going through some things."
"If you wanna talk about it, I can try and listen." Allie offered. "I dunno if I'd be any good at it, but I can try."
"Maybe later." Lyra scruffed Allie's hair. "It's some fairly adult stuff."
"Aren't you sixteen-"
"Hush, you." Lyra replied, with a smile. Allie smiled back.
"Aww, look at you two being a couple of dorks." Lemy's voice cut through to ruin the moment, followed by a giggle from him and Allie.
"Funny." Lyra replied as dryly as she could.