The thread I posted with part 3 will have the entire story together. In the meantime:

Rescendo and Synesthesia

and her father who'd never let them be together
Part 4Synesthesia ran the whole way home in tears after talking with Mr. Malone. She burst out the door and bolted towards home in the pummeling rain, not even caring if she was wet or not. Everything she cared about was gone. The street life took it away from her. As she ran, her mind kept replaying Rescendo's small voice those many years ago over and over in her head.
I don't wanna live the bad life...She stopped running when she reached a willow tree on the way home. Panting and sobbing, she curled up against its trunk to forget everything. Her father was right all along. He knew he'd just break her heart like he said he would. She hadn't heard from him in weeks. No notes, no hellos, not even his face to see in the hallways...
Synesthesia bit her lip as she began to shiver. Would it have been better if he just dumped her and dropped out like he planned or was this his way of going easy on her? Like he could just slip out of her life after all this time.
"Syn? Are you alright?" A familiar voice said and Synesthesia looked up to see her eldest sister Schizophrenika looking down at her worriedly. "Syn, what happened?" she asked, seeing her little sister curled up there, drenched and shaking from the cold.
Synesthesia burst into tears and told her sister everything, babbling and shivering throughout her story. When Synesthesia was done and made sure her sister was sworn to secrecy, Schizophrenika helped her up and reassured her that everything was going to be alright. She put her raincoat over her sister and lead her back home.
~*~
Synesthesia caught pneumonia from sitting out in the rain for so long and was restrained to the confines of her house until she felt better. For majority of it, she stayed in her room. She didn't want to eat or do anything, she just sat at her window all day long. Schizophrenia sighed as he watched his daughter worriedly through the doorway. He shook his head and went downstairs to his wife in the kitchen with Dissonance. "I don't know what else to do love, she won't come down."
"Not even for cream of mushroom soup? It's her favourite," Synesthesia's mother replied disappointed.
Schizophrenia shook his head. "She won't eat anything. She just sits up there and looks out that window."
Dissonance looked up from his social studies project at his father and put his colouring pencil behind his ear. "Dad, I think Syn's more than just pneumonia sick."
Schizophrenia looked at his son quizzically. "What do you mean?"
Dissonance bit his lip and looked at his paws. "Well Synesthesia made me promise I wouldn't tell you but I think you gotta know before she gets sicker. Synesthesia was dating a boy back in grade eight and she made me swear I wouldn't tell you."
Schizophrenia furrowed his eyebrows in a confused manner. "But that was a while ago- oh," he said as it dawned on him. He clenched his teeth and turned to go talk to Synesthesia when he saw her at the base of the stairs.
Synesthesia heard everything. She gasped at her father's expression but was far too angry at her brother. "You said you wouldn't tell! I thought I could trust you!"
"Evidently I can't trust you!" Schizophrenia roared at his daughter. "Don't you see? This is why I didn't want you hanging around with his kind! They just end up hurting you!" he said exasperatedly to her but she was shaking her head and grabbing her coat. "Where are you going? You're still sick!"
"I have to find him Dad, something isn't right here," she said as she buttoned up her rain jacket and turned towards the door. She went to leave but saw her father had already gone over and stood in the doorway.
"I will not let you go after him," Schizophrenia said, standing his ground.
Synesthesia snapped at him angrily, very volatile. "You can't stop me."
Her father stepped aside and opened the door. "Fine, go run after your little crush but don't come back here if he pushes you away again."
At this point, his wife saw it was getting out of hand. Banishing a fifteen year old youngster was too harsh. "Love, isn't that-"
"Silence!" he snapped at her and his wife backed off meekly.
Synesthesia saw where this was going. "Fine. I don't care anymore," she said and marched out the door into the rain.