Our Own Little World
Summary: AU Kendall and James are 16 yr old twins who take care of their 6 going on 7 yr old twin baby brothers Carlos and Logan. Life has been nothing but crap to them, and living with their abusive alcoholic uncle doesn't help. So the boys decide to take a chance and runaway. Will they be able to escape, survive, live their lives, and move on?
A/N: My first story ever so please be nice. I will try to update every day. If not at least a few times a week. It varies.
Yeah I decided to change Logan and Carlos' ages it works with the story plot.
~
Prologue:
Sixteen year old Kendall Knight looked around the bedroom he slept in. His twin James was sleeping in the bed next to his, thanks to the lamp on the side table they always had on a dull glow at night Kendall could see sandy hair messy and hazel eyes hidden. Completely peaceful. James was second in command and a pretty boy. Even though they didn't have enough money to by styling products, he could still find away to make them all look nice when needed.
Glancing over to the corner where two smaller beds lay, only one was occupied by six year old Carlos. He was born third. Carlos was a constant ball of energy, it was hard for Kendall and James to keep up with him. He also had a tendency to run into stuff so James decided to buy Carlos a hockey helmet to wear when he was doing something crazy. Even though he was accident prone, he was a lovable, kind and caring kid.
Kendall felt something move against his side and looked down at Logan, Carlos' twin brother, who was curled up under Kendall's arm and snuggled into his side. Logan was born last and pounds lighter then the doctors wanted but he was happy and living. He was smaller than Carlos, not by too much, but it was still easy to tell that he was the baby. Logan was a shy, sweet, and smart boy. He was able to do forth grade work even though he just started first grade with Carlos. Logan was constantly being nice to everyone and talked very little. In fact he and his brothers learned sign language to communicate with him instead of talking. He rarely said anything since their mother died.
Jennifer Knight was mother to Kendall, James, Carlos, and Logan. She died of cancer when Kendall and James were thirteen, and Carlos and Logan were four. She entrusted her sons lives to her brother Dave Poulin, who took up drinking two weeks after Jen's funeral and taking custody of her kids. The stress of going from middle class bachelor to single parent of four was to much. He actually had to work and make a living, right after he lost his only sibling.
Kendall now wishes that they were someplace else as he hears Dave stumble into the house, drunk. He gets up carefully as not to wake his brothers, heads to the bedroom door to lock it. Kendall stands there listening to Dave stumble up the stairs and down the hall to their room. He sees and hears the doorknob as Dave attempts to get in. Quiet cursing on Dave's behalf and footsteps retreating to Dave's room is the sign that Kendall can go back to bed. As Kendall slips back into bed he wonders when their lives became a living hell.
A/N: This is only the prologue. I have a few chapters lined up.
Reviews?
