A.N. - Ok so this is a little idea that popped in my mind and I wasn't too lazy so I choose to start it. Kinda drawn a blank on my other story but I'll get to it sooner or later. X)

Chapter one:

It was raining; it hasn't stopped raining for days. Me and my brother have been skipped across adoption agency after adoption agency. We finally landed on a nice couple, the Kilters, they were funny, always smiling, promising me and my brother Kai all the fun things we'll do together.

But that was before they took us home.

We were yelled at, abused and mistreated. I barely saw my brother half the time, they always took him somewhere to do work but he would always retaliate. We only really saw each other at night when they at least let us rest, and he would always come back in more bruises than I last saw him. But when we wake up it was back to getting abused, yelled at and working.

Now was that time.

Suffering yet another slap to the face, I spun back to glare at her. "Why is this kitchen not spotless, Kira!", Mrs. Kilter yelled.

"I just completely cleaned it up about five minutes ago. I didn't even know.", I retaliated.

"How can you not know! You're just stupid and worthless just like your brother! It was probably him that spilled this and made this mess, walking away like nothing happened like the slob he is!"

I gave off a warning look, noting that the liquid on the floor was a golden color and smelled like alcohol, "For one I know my brother wouldn't do this, and two it was probably your senseless, idiotic husband because he's the only one in this pathetic house that drinks beer!"

This caused me another slap to the face that sent me hurtling into the kitchen counter, cutting my side. "You worthless bitch!"

Gaining my composure I stood back up only to be knocked back down, hitting my head on the edge of the stove. "You will never disrespect my husband, you hear!"

I couldn't see straight and I was blacking out at random intervals, the only thing I saw was the heeled foot that kept swiftly coming down on my head making me cry out each time. Tears welled up in my eyes as my body started to shake from the sobs I was keeping in.

No.

I couldn't cry, I haven't cried once since I entered this hell hole that me and my brother were forced to call home.

No.

Never again, me and my brother are stronger than this, ever since mom died we were pressured into taking on responsibilities that no child should have to take on by themselves. We can easily take care of ourselves, we practically comply to every whim this couple wants. Why not our own?

Mrs. Kilter was still screaming curses at me before my mind snapped, quite literally. A wave of strength ran through me as if I just had a secret supply just waiting to be used. As her foot came down on me again, I grabbed it and swung my other fist into her knee. A sickening crack rang out as Mrs. Kilter went to the ground howling in pain, her leg out of joint and pushed backwards.

Staggering to my feet I looked at her pathetic form, how she was crying her eyes out from one hit was disgusting to me, she has no idea how many bones I suffered through when they broke, not even getting proper medical condition.

Feeling something wet trickle down my head I brought my hand up only for it to come back covered in crimson blood. Her heel easily cut through my skin and I was bleeding everywhere.

"Where's Kai?", I asked growling out every syllable. She looked at me as if I was the devil himself. "Where is he!"

As soon as the words left my lips I was knocked back down only to slide across the counter cutting my self on various knives and objects. "You bitch!"

More hits were dealt on me as I immediately curled into a fatal position trying to avoid the constant abuse. Somehow I was rolled onto my stomach and I got a good sight of Mr. Kelter hovering over me, beer in hand. He brought his leg up and brought it down on my chest so hard all the air was knocked out of me.

Hit after hit I heard my ribs cracking under the pressure.

Looking off to the side I saw the long knife lying on the floor only inches from my head. Action seemed to dominate thought as I immediately kicked him off me and grabbed for the knife, spinning at ridiculous speed I brought my hand up and swung. Covering my eyes, I half expected for the abuse to resume only for it to go completely quiet.

Opening my eyes, I noted the pure look of horror Mrs. Kilter's face. Following her eyes I first saw the blood pooling, then the prone, lifeless body of my former dad.

Former, is the key word. I knew a wide open doorway when I saw one. Jumping to my feet I darted to the living room, Mrs. Kilter's screams filling the house.

What had I just done, did I open a gateway to freedom or a gateway to hell. If it was the later I didn't want my brother to suffer the consequences I was sure to go through. Juvi, jail, . . . Another foster home.

No, never in life will I go to another foster home, I'll be happy on the streets for all I care.

Rushing to my room I burst through the door, scanning and instantly jumped for my duffel bag. If that one bag can bring all my stuff in then it can take it out. I packed all the clothes I had, my tooth brush, music, toiletries, and my mother's pendant. The only thing I had left from her, before she was taken away from me and my brother.

They all told us that it was a freak accident that she was in a huge disaster, something dealing with radiation and such. We couldn't even have a proper burial for her, they wouldn't even let us see her. I fail to believe them for one second, why would secret agents and such be all over my mother's case, but with only one explanation what can you believe in?

I was about to leave when I heard the shallow, rashness of breathing. Looking to the far reaches of my room I noticed the small lump in the bed shacking visibly under the covers. Running over I flipped the body over only to see the most horrible sight I've ever seen.

Throughout my entire time being here, Kai had never come back this badly beaten, he was covered in bruises and cuts that were still dripping blood. He was sweating but feeling his forehead he was dead cold.

No, I thought to myself. He cant be dying.

Reaching under his bed I pulled out his duffel bag and began stuffing it with clothes and all his essentials. I was beginning to panic when I heard the distinct sirens of police not to far in the distance. I ran over to the window, thank god we were on the first floor, throwing it open I shoved both our bags out and rushed back to Kai.

The sirens were getting louder and ever more closer as I holstered Kai unto my shoulders and dragging him to the window. Sliding myself out first I reached and slid him out softly onto the wet grass. The rain wipped at my face as the wind swirled around us. I put both bags across my shoulders in a V fashion and lifted Kai's weak body onto my back.

Loud bangs racked the house as the front door was busted in and yells filled the house. I trudged as fast as I could through the slippery mud until we were far away from home.

We were never going back.

A.N. So let me know how it is plz.

R&R