Chapter 1

Matthieu sat on the couch with his girlfriend. He was trying to watch the hockey game but she kept interrupting with her stupid questions regarding what the fuck was going on. He heard the back door open and slam shut, indicating that his younger sister was home. He smiled a bit at the thought of her.

"Mattie, pay attention to me." His girlfriend whined, straddling him to get him hard and horny.

"I'm trying to watch the fucking hockey game, Brittney." He huffed, absolutely hating that she called him 'Mattie'. That was his cousin's name, not his.

"But this is so boring!" She whined more, causing him to grit his teeth.

Why the fuck do I date this bitch? He thought to himself, oh yeah, to make Marie- no… I can't think of her like that.

"Hey, Matt?" Marietta, his sister, called as she walked into the room, "Who's playing tonight?"

She looked annoyed that Brittney was there as she chewed on the filter of her cigarette, her habit for when shit went sideways. She sat on the loveseat next to the couch and looked at Matt.

"Your team is playing," he chuckled, looking over his sister with a slight smirk.

"Nice. I'll watch the game, you two can get a fucking room and fuck and leave me the fuck alone, eh?" She said. She hadn't been in America for as long as her brother so her French-Canadien accent was more prominent than her brother's.

Matthieu opened his mouth to say something in response but Brittney cut him off, "Don't you love me, Mattie~?" She pouted as she played with his belt buckle.

She was just pissing him off at this point. He didn't love her, honestly… the one girl he did love he couldn't have because she was; one, with someone else and two; his sister.

"Brittney, you should go," he sighed as he noted Marie's annoyance as she lit her cigarette and took a drag.

"But Mattie." The bitch pouted.

"No buts. I need to spend time with my family. I've spent all day with you and now it's time I spend time with my sister."

Brittney huffed and got up like the pissy bitch she was and glared at the Canadien girl, who just looked back lazily as she smoked before rolling her eyes and turning her attention to the hockey game. Brittney grabbed her things and stormed out.

"Good riddance," Marie muttered. She winced as she moved into a more comfortable position on the seat.

Matt rubbed his temples before running his fingers through his messy strawberry blonde hair.

"What the fuck is wrong with your bitch?" Marietta asked as she looked at her brother.

He shrugged and looked her over again. Her flannel was open and her tank top, which was white when she left, was covered in blood on the sides. He tried not to stare at her breasts as he looked her over but he could tell she got into a fight with her boyfriend, Allen… again. They had a love-hate relationship at times. Love as in they loved having sex and super kinky sex at that and hate as in she hated that he flirted with other girls… they also came close to killing each other multiple times over the last few months during their arguments.

"Another fight, eh?"

She shrugged, wincing as she did, and watched the TV, "Broke up with him and he didn't take it well." She said quietly.

Thank god, he thought to himself, At least now I have some chance. And we can spend more time together and I can stop being jealous of that mother fucker. I'll help you, Marie. I promise. He made his thoughts stop as he looked at her.

"You okay, Marie?" He asked, concern creeping into his voice. He knew she had a hard time with how she felt and talking about it but he felt like she needed to, or at least needed to be comforted.

She didn't respond, just smoked and watched the game with a distant look. He got off the couch and sat next to her on the loveseat, the side of her hips pressed against his. He made her look at him as he took the cigarette from her lips and took a drag before putting it out in the ashtray. She looked tired and broken, her lavender eyes were duller than usual. She cared for that arrogant American asshole but she couldn't stand that he openly flirted and fucked with other women.

"Did he hurt you?" Matt hissed, he was protective of her and had seen the aftermath of one of the fallouts between Allen and Marie. He knew how violent Allen could get and how Marie wouldn't be afraid to fight back. She had stepped into numerous fights he had gotten into in high school, and she typically ended them.

"Eh… couple bottle were thrown and broken…" she mumbled.

He sighed and pulled off her flannel, causing her to yelp and whimper. It revealed thin slices across her arms. Glass was still embedded in her skin and still bleeding.

"What the fuck, Marie." He said as he looked her wounds over.

"He's not abusive, I swear. I know abusive… he just has a temper and you know mine. I don't take shit from anyone… we are- were an explosive couple… detrimental to each other. Always hurting instead of helping." She said closing her eyes and waiting for him to reprimand her like their father would.

Instead, she felt him get up and listened to him mutter in French about how he would love to beat that American's ass, making her smile slightly, as he went upstairs. She sat there, game in the background, as she felt empty and broken. She hated herself for letting this happen again.

I never learn, she thought to herself, I always end up with bad people and Matt is always putting me back together. Maybe that's why I can't help but love him…

Matt returned to his spot next to her and started carefully pulling out the glass. The pain brought tears to her eyes and he murmured words of encouragement as he finished. Once he started cleaning the wounds she hissed and glares at him, just making him chuckle. He then wrapped her arms in clean cloth.

"Go change out of your shirt," he said.

She sighed and went upstairs to change. He watched her disappear upstairs and sighed heavily.

~Meanwhile with Allen~

Allen sat on his couch, pissed with himself for letting her go. He really didn't think Marietta would end it with them. Yeah, he had issues with flirting with other women… and getting in bed with them… But it was her own damn fault! He wasn't to blame. She never told him how she felt or that she hated him flirting with other women.

Sure, they were together but wasn't he allowed to have some fun? Lead on a couple broods?

"Only time she talked about feelings was with her and her brother," he grumbled, drinking his beer.

She had told him one night while she was drunk that she didn't know how to feel about her brother. That she sometime loved him more than that. He laughed it off and told her she was just drunk and overthinking things. That it was probably nothing. He wanted it to be nothing. No, he hoped to God it was nothing.

He was pretty close to Matthieu before his sister came to live with him. She was all he would talk about at times. However, (and luckily) Allen knew how dense and oblivious Marie was when it came to things like romantic feelings. She knew her feelings but couldn't tell if someone else had feelings for her.

"Don't worry, Doll-face. I'll fix this" he said to the silent emptiness around him. He had a feeling that it really wasn't her fault, that he needed to stop blaming her for leaving him. He was the one who kept pushing her away with his impulses. Their arguments always revolved around him cheating.

He couldn't lose her to Matt. That would just add insult to injury. He growled at the thought, "I'll get you back, Baby Doll. I'll fix this and get you back and keep you away from that fucker." He growled as he stood up, grabbing his nail filled bat.