TPOV

I looked at Faith, my twin sister, she had this scared look in her eyes. I was older than her by 6 minutes. We were both 15, and sophomores. Our birthday was in 2 days. She had beautiful long black hair, it went down to the middle of her back, it was like silk. She was about 5'3" and weighed about 80 pounds. Her face held no flaws, he nose was straight and her eyes were a beautiful forest green that just popped out at you. She hasn't talked since mom died 3 years ago. She was way too skinny and I hate the fact that I can't do anything about it. I looked exactly like her just alot more guyish. My hair went down to my neck and in the front it completely covered my eyes if I didn't flip it too the side. I wouldn't wear it this way if dad allowed me to get a hair cut. It just naturally grew this way. It was the same smooth texture like my sisters. My eyes were just as green and I guess I was flawless as well. I was about 5'5" and weighed no more than 80 pounds. I was more skinny than muscular, but not too lanky.

Dad just came home from his superbowl party so I knew he was going to be drunk. I knew that any second he would barge into this room and beat the crap out of us. I know that one day he'll take it too far like he did mom 3 years ago. Maybe he won't stab us repeaditly, maybe he'll choke us, I don't know. But I do know one thing, It was bound to happen one day.

I heard him walking up the steps, I had to take immident action. I grabbed Faith by her hand and hid her in the closet, since he was drunk he wouldn't know that she was missing. As her older brother I take it as my responsibility to make sure he never laid a finger on her. The only time he had ever toucher her was when he hit me over the head with a 2 by 4 which knocked me out cold. Faith ran out her hiding place to make sure I was okay and well, since he wasn't drunk he took away something from her she'll never be able to get back...That sick...

The door busted open and I just looked at the door. His eyes her blood shot red and he looked past intoxicated.

"TRENT! There you are! I need you to meet me down stairs! ok!?" He slurred. I just nodded.

When he slammed the door shut I quickly ran to Faith.

"I'm going to go downstairs, but no matter what you hear I need you to stay in here okay?" She nodded.

Ever since mom died she just didn't seem like she knew her surroundings very well anymore. She was still very smart but she did whatever I told her to do as though she had no other choice.

I quickly ran down the stairs and found him just standing there tapping his foot.

"Do...you know...what you did wrong?" he slurred. I shook my head no.

"Well you didn't clean the house right! I want it redone and I'll be watching you!" He yelled. I looked at him and nodded. I did all of my sisters chores without him knowing and made sure I did hers first. She would help me sometimes but others I just told her to go to our room and do her homework. I always made sure that there were no flaws when I did her chores.

I stared with the kitchen and was scrubbing the counters when he kicked me in my gut which knocked the air out of me with an 'oof' sound.

"THAT'S NOT RIGHT EITHER!" He boomed. I knew I was doing it right he just wanted to hit me and he was drunk.

He repeatedly kicked me anywhere he could get his reach on. I knew not to cry out in pain and that that'll only make it worse but I had no choice. He was wearing his work boots. When he saw how much pain I was in he did this for about 2 1/2 hours. He had to stop because he started throwing up. He just missed be by in inch. I took that opportunity to run to my room.

When I got there I just dropped to the floor, I heard Faith run over to me and try to help me up. I couldn't play it off that I was okay this time. I felt so weak and vulnerable. She dragged me to our bed, and ran to the bathroom to only come back with a wet cloth. She was looking so upset, like she wished that there was something she could really do to help.

"I'll be okay stop worrying so much ok? I promise you by tomorrow morning I'll feel much better because you nursed me back to health okay?" I tried to soothe. She just looked at me she knew I was lying.

"WILL YOU JUST STOP! I'M NOT FIVE YEARS OLD!" She yelled. I looked at her so shocked, I was so happy to hear her voice, all I could do was stare at her.

"Please Trent...just please...don't do this anymore...please...you make me so upset doing everything for me...I know you only want to protect me but your only 6 minutes older than me." she started to cry. "I...I h-hate s-s-s-seeing you l-l-like this!" she started to cry uncontrollably. I embraced her and she just cried. I just rubbed her back. I wanted her to let it all out. I wanted her to show me emotion,other than fear, again, I wanted her to smile again.

I had always stayed strong for her, She has yet to ever see me cry. I felt like if she did she would feel like all hope was lost and that I was giving up.

We sat like that for goodness know how long. I know that she was crying over alot of things and not just me. I know she was crying for mom, and that she was crying for herself, and that she was crying for dad. I know she wishes that he just wouldn't be the way that he was. She sniffled one last time and stood up. She looked at me with so much emotion running trough her eyes.

"Faith, it's getting late we should get to sleep." I stated.

"Okay, but instead of you having the floor and it may be a twin sized bed, but you have to sleep with me up here okay?" She asked with a smile showing on her face. Ot made her look so warm and happy.

"Alright, but only because you smiled." I reasoned.

She just kept on smiling and climbed into the bed with me. I held onto her so close, because I didn't want to let go...I had the old Faith back.

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