Ok, it is offical...I AM THE MOST DEPRESSING PERSON ON EARTH! DX I hate my sadness...but I hope ya'll like it! R & R and all that good stuff! I'm doin this one shot to apologize 4 not updating muh OC story(ppl who read that one, I am very sorry and am working on it) Please enjoy!

"STOP IT!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. My God forsaken excuse of a father whirled around and stared at me, hatred burning in his charcoal colored eyes, my eyes... He had my brother's curly brown hair in his fist. Poor Alex has a trickle of blood coming out his nose and bruises on his arms and face. He mouth the words 'Help me', tears streaming down his face. I felt a throbbing in my heart. My brother didn't deserve this... Jonathan, my father, threw Alex on the ground.

"Wha' 'id ya jus say ta meh?" he growled, his words slurred.

"I said leave him alone! He didn't do anything!" I shouted, desperately trying to get him away from my brother, even though I knew he was gonna come to me.

"You lil bitch, d'ya ev'n kno' who ya talkin ta?" I walked closer to me. I took a step back.

"Please! Leave him alone! I know he was past curfew hours, but that doesn't give you the right to kill him!" he pointed at my brother, who was now huddled up in the corner.

"How d' I kno' he ain't knockin up some whore?" he demanded of me.

"He's only 12 years old!" I shouted in his face. He smacked me. It was a smack with so much force I staggered backwards. I swear I thought heard my jaw crack.

"YOU WILL LEARN TA RESPECT YA SUPERIORS YA LIL BITCH!" he roared.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?" I screamed, "WHAT HAPPENED TO THE FATHER I USED TO LOVE?" he roared in anger and grabbed me by my throat and slammed me against the wall.

"Gone." he hissed

"GWEN!" I heard my little brother shout in concern. Thank God Johnathan didn't hear him. He was too focused on causing me pain. His grip on my throat tightened and my vision began to blur. Suddenly, the horrible day that ruined my life flashed before my eyes.

***Flashback***

"Momma! Momma!" I said with a giggle as I jumped off my school bus coming home from school(i was in 2nd grade, my brother in kindergarten) and into my mother's arms.

"Happy birthday Sweetie!" she said with a warm embrace. She had soft brown eyes, like Alex, and had dark brown hair, like how mine was when I was younger.

"Look at my little birthday girl!" a voice said. A man walked outside holding the hand of a little boy. I smiled at what was my kind and loving father. He wore a smile, shaven face, freshly cut hair...all that now gone.

After Momma helped him with my homework, we went to Chuck E Cheeses! But since it was fall, it was already getting dark and it was raining quite hard. After awhile, it was so foggy and rainy, you couldn't even see the person in front of you on the highway, even with your headlights on. Suddenly, we got rammed from behind by a car, and speeding out of control into the car in front of us, our car did a flip, then tumbled down a ditch. I screamed and held onto my little brother.

"Momma! Papa! HELP!" we screamed. Finally, we stopped rolling. My little brother had a cut on his leg from a sharp part on his car seat, and I hit my head on Papa's seat in front of me, giving me a big bump.

Police officers helped us out of the car, but had trouble with Momma so they saved her for last. I sat on the back of the ambulance truck with my brother as the docters looked at our injuries. When they pulled Momma out of the car, I was so happy I ran to her. As I neared her, I stopped, something didn't feel right... I began to walked cautiously closer then...

I screamed. I screamed bloody fucking murder. My mother's head was cut open, a huge gash on her forehead, blood oozing out, her face pale and her eyes dim and lifeless.

"MOMMA!" I screamed.

This couldn't happen...it was my birthday...

***End Flashback***

"D-Dad..." i chocked out, seeing little black dots in my vision. I saw him smirk. His grip was tighter.

"You worthlis pece a shit." he growled

"You killed 'er, you killed your own damn motha." he's blaming me for her death...again. Only because I was closest to her. "I loved 'er more thin anythin, if it wern't fur your stupid birthday, she'd still be hir."

"Pl-pl-please-st-stop..." I began to cry, he always came after me when it came to her...always me...

"She loved ya mir thin anythin...it's your fault...yours." he added with a growl as he tightened his grip even more. Tears poured down like waterfalls of pain and dispair on my cheeks, I gathered up all the air, courage and strength and yelled,

"PAPA STOP IT!" he dropped me. He looked at me, shaking and tears forming in his eyes. I haven't called him Papa in years. The last time was when I was 9, im 14. He looked at me, my brother, then at his hands.

"Papa..." he whispered. He ran out the house. I blinked until my vision cleared up. I crawled over to my brother and held him close. We began crying our hearts out.

It wasn't fair...why us?...Why Momma?

Why Papa?

Poor Gwen and Alex... Hope you like! Review and all that good stuff!