A/N: Okay, so this is a random idea I got a few nights ago and I just had to type it up. Here is the result. (psst...I had to take this down to fix/add something). I know Tommy's age might be a little off. Sorry.
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On the night of my little sisters fourth birthday, a fire ravaged through our house. It woke us all from our dreams, the sound of the fire alarm ringing. My dad managed to get my sister and I out, but when he went back in for our grandmother, the roof collapsed and the two of them were trapped.
We lived far from people, so my sister and I sat in the dark, cold night of January sixteenth for an hour, watching our once beautiful home engulfed by flames until the fire department got there. We were put in the back of an ambulance and wrapped in blankets, poked and prodded while police asked us questions. How were a four and a nine year old supposed to know how a fire started while we slept? But I knew. I knew exactly how the fire started.
It was my fault.
I just wanted to play with the candles and the lighter my dad used. It was now my fault that my dad and grandmother were dead. My fault my little sister had a burn on her arm, which had occured when the flames crept onto her bed while she slept and burned her. It was my fault. Just like it was my fault that our mom had left us.
After the fire, my sister and I bounced around from different family members who only kept us for a month at a time. They didn't want to have anything to do with Charles Quincy's children. Oh no. They were bad seeds. We finally wound up in an orphange together and remained there for two more years. I promised my sister that we would never be seperated, we would always stick together.
Then the Coleman's came along.
They were a rich, newlywed couple, who were only interested in little girls. No boys. From the moment they met Olivia, they were in love with her. Who wouldn't be? She was very kind and loving for a six year-old. They wanted nothing to do with her older brother and only adopted her. I'll forever remember the day when we were seperated, after spending two years with only each other to rely on, Olivia was gone.
Not to long after, I was taken in by a family and from there I skyrocketed into fame as a part of a boy band. For the first three years after Olivia and I were seperated, we wrote each other letters and spoke on the phone when we could. Then something happened to us. She stopped writing, then I stopped writing. The phone calls became less and less frequent until they too, stopped. And the last time I heard my sisters voice, was on her tenth birthday. I haven't heard from her since and that was seven years ago.
Was her not speaking to me anymore, my fault as well?
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"Is Olivia there, Mrs. Coleman." Asked a fifteen year-old Tommy.
"Actually, Tommy, I'm gonna have to ask you to stop calling here. It's only hurting Olivia. Do you understand?" Lorraine Coleman replied, looking at Olivia, who was playing with her friends in the living room.
"Yes ma'am." Tommy sadly hung up the phone.
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A/N: Umm...it's just a starter right now, because I'm not sure how I'm going to continue with this. In other words, its a oneshot for now. Hope you guys like it! Reviews would be much appreciated!