Hello readers! This is a fic full of cliché and love gush, so if it's not your type, that's fine. But it also has serious subjects such as peer pressure, trauma, abuse, self-harm, rape, cussing, and of course, smut. But no kinky stuff. It's not that type. If you don't like it, or you get triggered easily do not read it. Please, I'm not asking anyone to read if it makes them uncomfortable.

This fic also has some femme characters. Mattie and Amelia are both girls, still sisters. Most characters are in their junior or senior year of high school. Enjoy!

Warning: trigger warning...peer pressure/rape...slight smut

Chapter 1

Mattie's Pov

Waking up for senior year of high school felt exactly the same as every other first day of school. The usual "first day" jitters kept me awake all night, but I was still ready for the day. Or at least to get it over with. Getting up lazily from my bed, I started to head down the hall to the bathroom to begin my usual routine. Of course, I was intercepted. My sister, Amelia, thinks that getting to the bathroom first is a competition.

"Amelia, that's not fair. You know I was on my way there."

Amelia laughed, "Yeah but you gotta start the day off with some energy!"

I checked the time on my watch. "It's not even six thirty...why are you even up so early?"

"Well...I'm gonna meet Francis at his place before school."

"...You think that's a good idea? After last night?"

"He says he want to apologize." Amelia glanced down to avoid Mattie's gaze.

"Whatever, I'll just use Pop's bathroom."

Yet another reason I can't wait to move to California for college... I can finally get away from Amelia's constant drama. A different guy every week, me having to babysit whenever we go to parties...it all gets exhausting. Of course, I can't tell her that. We're family, and family sticks together...even through nights of crying over douchebag boyfriends. I headed downstairs, dressed and ready, to the aroma of eggs and bacon. Pops always cooks breakfast for us on school days because he thinks it's important to see his "daughters' smiling faces in the glow of the morning sun." I sat down at the table and began eating.

"Ready for your big first day? I know you have been anxious to graduate!"

I smiled. "Yeah I actually am Pops." He didn't know it was because I was ready to move across the U.S. It's a touchy subject.

"I'm glad you're excited! Maybe rub some of that energy onto your sister...lord knows her grades need it..."

Speak of the devil. Here come Amelia, racing down the stairs. She looked awfully dressy for an apology.

"Ah Amelia, my darling, good morning!"

Papa headed over for a hug. I rolled my eyes. She's always been his favorite. Of course, I always worked hard for good grades and high expectations, but she was outgoing and fiery. Much more like he is.

"Sorry Pops," Amelia dodged his arms and grabbed a piece of bacon, "I'm in a rush and I gotta go."

"It's only six forty...why so early?"

"I have to stop by Kiku's house to get some supplies he saved for me." She glanced at me.

"Well okay then. I'll see you-"

Amelia turned swiftly and started out the door. "Bye Pops!" The door slammed.

Papa laughed. "I guess sometimes she works faster than this world can handle." He turned to me, "Can you clean up today sweetie? I need to start getting ready for work."

"Sure, Pops."

"Have a great day!" He kissed the top of my head and walked up to his room.

I finished my breakfast and started to clean up the table. I hope Amelia isn't doing something stupid. From what she told me last night, Francis isn't a very nice guy. But then again, the ones she picks never are.

Amelia's Pov

Francis texted me early this morning...I was so over him and his lying and pushy attitude. But the text said that he wanted to apologize! I was so relieved! I wanted to scream. After his little...scene last night, I was kinda worried we wouldn't work out after all, but now everything is gonna be okay! Wait I need to stay calm. He can't know I'm excited or he'll fed off of it. I'll just be chill. Chill, laid-back Amelia. That's who I am today.

The taxi pulled up to Francis' house, and I was suddenly very nervous. The memories from last night suddenly came flooding in...

Last Night

"Hey babe, will you proof read this for me. I think I'm missing something." Amelia was on Francis' bed with her laptop.

"Why are you even working on schoolwork? School doesn't start until tomorrow..." Francis moved closer to her and moved his hand up Amelia's thigh. "Can't we just have fun on our last night of freedom, my love?"

Amelia shifted back a bit, "No. This is a summer assignment I was supposed to do last week...of course, I procrastinated. It has to be done tomorrow." She glanced at Francis. "And besides...you know I want to wait."

"But mon cher you look so beautiful tonight, and besides..." Francis moved up to kiss Amelia's neck, "I don't know how long I can resist.

His lips kissed down her neck, then back up her jaw line. All the while, a hand was sneaking its way up to her upper thigh. Amelia closed her eyes and sighed. The feeling of his lips on her neck and the thought of where that hand was going was overpowering her thoughts. She slipped her fingers under his chin and tore his head away from her neck. Francis, getting the message, kissed her lips. Tenderly at first, slowly escalating. Combinations of teeth and tongues were exchanged between them.

Francis sat back and pulled her onto his lap, never interrupting the passionate makeout session that he'd waited for. Amelia decided to take a little initiative and kissed across Francis' cheek and trailed nip-kisses to his ear. She bit lightly at the top cartilage and then down to his earlobe. She felt a little "something", more like a big something, underneath her. Good, she knew she was exciting him. She was quite proud of herself.

Francis felt himself getting more aroused with every move of her lips. He couldn't wait anymore, he needed her. He was getting impatient with this waiting stuff. His hand moved up her thigh...good no response, she continues her ministrations. He moved farther to her inner thigh, under her skirt, and beneath her panty line. Amelia suddenly stopped and crawled off of him.

"No wait... we can't. We can't go farther. I told you-"

"Mon amour, I love you. You love me. That's all we need."

He moved towards her again, backing her into the headboard. Grabbing her hand, he kissed her again. She broke it off.

"No! I want to stop for the night."

He grabbed her wrist. She was getting nervous. Was he being forceful?

"I'm done waiting, Amelia!"

Francis forced her down and pinned his body on top of her. Holding her wrists, he started with her neck.

"Stop! Francis, I said I don't want to!"

He kissed her mouth, in an attempt to shut her up. He was surprised with a hard bite to his lip. Francis sprang off the bed, holding his hand over his mouth. Amelia got up swiftly and started getting her stuff together frantically, tears falling down her face.

"Shit Amelia! That hurt!"

"Shut the fuck up! I said to stop!"

"I thought you wanted me. Why'd you kiss me like that if you didn't want it?"

"I have boundaries! You got into this relationship knowing that!"

"Well, I figured your boundaries would only last for so long. With my charm and good looks, I thought you'd be all over me by now." He flipped his hair over his shoulders.

"You asshole!"

Amelia stormed out the house and stopped at the end of the driveway. She collapsed, sobbing she pulled out her phone and texted Mattie to come pick her up. She felt betrayed. Heartbroken. Every time she puts her trust in someone, they hurt her. Why does this happen? Why can't she just be happy...loved...appreciated...respected. She dried the tears and stood up. Whatever, it's not like it's the first time this has happened. And it won't be the last.

Back to Present

"Ma'am, are you going to get out? I have other customers to get."

Amelia snapped back to reality. "Yes, sorry." She paid him and stood in the driveway. Right where she had cried the night before. Deep down she knew what was about to happen. He's about to apologize, and I'm going to forgive him. It's gonna be this shit apology and I'm gonna settle for it just like I always do. No, I need to give him a chance. He reached out. He'll do it right. I just know it.

Thanks for reading! This is only the first chapter, so there's still more that's going to be filled in later, especially with Mattie, don't worry. I kind of want to follow both as main characters, but we'll see where it does. Review if you want more, I'd love to know what you think. I mean, I'll write regardless but reviews would be lovely. :)