Tara took a long drag of her mental cigarette as she sat on the edge of open window.

"Kid, get your ass down stairs!"

I sighed and tossed the cig out the window and rolled my eyes. In this house I was just a "kid" well at least thats what my drunkard father calls me, my mother passed away when I was ten of breast cancer so, I don't really have any support against him besides my older brother that was now a larger than life professional wrestler. So you can guess how much he is around me, lets put it this way the last time he saw me I was twelve.

Now at seventeen, I haven't heard any from him and I was stuck dealing with a overweight nasty drunk piece of shit father.

Walking down the stairs, kicking at lose empty bottles I sighed and walking around the corner to see my father leaning against the wall.

"Kid … Go get me a twenty four pack."

I sighed and nodded as he handed me his old torn wallet. Pushing my sneakers I couldn't help but think as I shoved the wallet in my back pocket, walking down the side walk … That my father didn't used to be this way, not until my mother died and older brother moved out to tour on a big bus with some wrestling place.

"Tara!" I jumped out of my thoughts and nodded at my friend Chris.

Yes she is a girl and a very annoying girl but I couldn't help but be her friend.

"Oh my god, Tara I seen your brother on TV!"

I nodded and giggled at her bubbly personality as I entered the store.

"I know … How dose he look?"

This was my biggest worry, honestly because of the possibilities of

drug use, I mean come on theres numerous ones those people use.

"FANTASTIC! And I mean fantastic .. You have to let me meet him."

I nodded and put the cold twenty four pack on the counter.

"Is this all for him?"

I nodded to my fathers long time friend,

and handed him the exact amount he needed before walking out.

"When we get to your house, you have to call your brother!"

I nodded , knowing with Chris I had no option.

She was like a little sister to me …

and the last thing I wanted to too feel like crap for not calling my own brother

or if you could call him that by blood. You see I was adopted.

I was taken from my real mother when I was born because she was on drugs,

and thats when the Cena's adopted me.

I didn't mind though, this was my family, and as far as I was concerned I didn't wanna know my birth mother.

I mean what kind of mother was she anyway? She didn't care about me … She done drugs in my dyer days.

I was born three months premature because of her, and now have a higher risk for dieing with a simple cold...

All because of that women.

I slammed the door to my home and watched Chris do the usual routine and go straight to my room.

"The price hadn't gone up had it kid?" I shock my head no and watch as he grabbed his wallet and opened a can.

"Your brother called."

I felt my jaw drop … No way.

"He wants to meet you in uh …. thirty minutes … at uh … the park."

I nodded and chuckled at my brain dead father trying to remember what his own blood son had told him.

"Ok dad … oh hey! Uh Chris is upstairs..."

He smirked and I pouted, he liked to pick on Chris.

I can't blame him though … She is easy to pick on and

need less to say hilarious too.

He nodded fine and shewed me out the door while hollering for Chris to follow me.

I looked up and smiled as Chris jumped out my window and landed on her knees in front of me.

"You will never be as good as me .. But that was a much better landing than last time."

She clapped and started following me on Jello legs. You see every since Chris has known me, I've been the one she wanted to be just like, so when she seen I could jump from my third story window and land perfect, she had been trying to master it since then … almost three years.

Sitting on the nearest swing, I laughed watching Chris sand on hers and swing.

Looking around I sighed when I spotted a man in a ball cap and swim trunks.

"TARA! SWING WITH ME!"

I laughed and stood on my swing mimicking her.

It was hot … the weather had said it was at least 101 dg outside today and

my long sleeved had me breaking out in a sweat.

"Tara, lets go … SWIM!"

I looked her and smirked , I knew what she meant … Jumping off the swing, I landed gracefully and Pulled my shirt off, as Chris was finishing by pulling her shorts off.

I guess you could say we was the rebelling girls of Summer set.

We latched hand when I was done and ran to the dock,

screaming to three I went into my screamo voice as we jumped into the warm lake water.

"Tara … ?" Looking up from laughing with Chris, my mouth dropped at the man in front of me.

Raising an eyebrow, I turned my head to get a better look.

"Do I know you?"

The huge man in front of us laughed and covered his ears at Chris's all the sudden scream.

Thats when it clicked … Could he be John? The brother I hadn't seen in almost eight years...

"Tara … wow … You've grown up on big bro."

I smiled and swam up to the dock.

"What did you expect? I'm not ten anymore."

He chuckled and helped Chris out as I used my great flexibility to get out.

"Wow … rebelling but sis?"

I looked down at my wet bra and thong, and giggled.

"Put this on, I have someone I want you to meet."

I nodded and took the gold jersey from his hands, and ran to get Chris's.

x-x

"I can't get over how my little girly girl has turned into a emo teen."

I stuck my tongue out at him and laughed at Chris's dazed look.

My brother had never looked better. Chris was right … He had got into body building it looked like and he had a even glow that you could never get here in Summer Set. I almost envied my older brother, well not the whole wrestling thing. I never was into that, just the fact that he got out of this place and even though I have graduated high school a year early I still can't seem to get out of this hell hole.

I was so deep into thought I hadn't realized that we had come to a stop until John poked me.

"Tara this is Jeff, Jeff this is my little sister Tara."

We nodded , me with out even really looking at who was Jeff and I guess Chris noticed this

when she whispered in my ear to look up. I looked at her in question , and started to worry at the smirk on her face as I slowly looked in front of me.

I froze, almost like I was super glued in that moment.

Jeff was gorgeous no more no less. Just drop dead gorgeous.

It also kind of shocked me that this was who my brother hung out with.

I mean John was more of a preppy/rap guy, not a unusual person that would hang with unusual people. The more I looked at the man in front of me, the more I wanted to walk away.

He's stance and over all natural way was reminding me more and more of my last boyfriend.

That was honestly one thing I wanted to run from, thought I have came to terms with what happened with my ex and the long hard nine months for nothing. It still felt fresh … mainly now.

I turned with out saying a word and began to walk away, blocking out the slowly following person behind me, knowing it was Chris from her strong perfume.

Going by the swings I bent and grabbed my cloths, when I heard more people behind me and not only my brother. But of course John would want Jeff to meet the family … My life couldn't get worse.

x-x

"DAD! I'm leaving!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs threw out the house. Hearing my father grumble, I sighed at this drunkard state , and went to my room before starting to pack all my cloths.

Which wasn't many, maybe six outfits top, what is a poor girl to do?

I had told John about my recent ex and everything that had went down … and he was mad.

I mean MAD. That is why I am in my room now, packing everything that own.

The funniest part about this whole thing was, the fact that John and Chris had hit it off and her parents didn't give a two shits if she left with us. So her luggage was In the back of Johns hummer at the moment and god only knows what they was doing while Jeff helps me pack against my will.

"Here is the last thing."

I nodded and shoved my last shirt in my bag. Looking around I sighed … My room was empty, only a sheet less bed and a dresser. All my things fit in one bag and by this time I had changed.

Now in a old pair of jeans and a plaid shirt as we all loaded up in Johns hummer and started down the road. What my life was awaiting me from that point on was not on my mind... but of course who would have that was going to happen to me … would?