A/N: hey everyone this is my first story so I hope you all enjoy it.
BPOV
"Hey!" complained Jacob "I was listening to that!" I simply rolled my eyes.
"Well, when you let me drive you can choose the radio station." I retorted. "You know I am 20. I've kind of had my licence for uh…THREE YEARS!"
"God! Why did I get stuck with such an annoying little brat for a little sister?" He muttered in what I recognised as feigned disgust. I just laughed.
"That's it I'm changing the radio station." He exclaimed reaching across the dash to turn the dial.
"Oh no you don't!" I said fending him off with my hands. He sighed dejectedly, giving me puppy dog eyes, damn! He knew I was a sucker for that expression, I was already feeling guilty.
"Man, you have to be the most annoying person in the world" I complained as I switched the station back to Triple J (A/N: For those of you that don't know, Triple J is a station in Australia that plays alternative music.)
Jacob simply grinned cockily "You know you love me," he said and the thing is, he was right. It was the reason I couldn't withstand the puppy dog expression.
Our parents had been killed in a house fire two years ago. The same fire that took with it everything I owned but the clothes I was wearing at the time. But that didn't matter. What killed me inside was their loss, and what seemed so especially unfair was that I don't even have a photo to remember them with. I fought back the tears that threatened at the memory not wanting Jacob to see.
After our parents deaths I'd being the strong one. I was the one that left university instead taking a job as the personal assistant to a lawyer by the name of Mike Newton, who made me sick with he's wandering hands and sleazy come ons, so that Jacob could have the time off work he needed to deal with their death, I was the one who organised the funeral, I was the one who gave him a place to stay when he got kicked out of his apartment when he spent his rent money on booze to drink himself into oblivion in an effort to escape the pain. And if I had to, I would do it all again. Because I love him and he is all I have in the world.
When a screamo song came on I lost my sisterly indulgence, I hated screamo. In my opinion it didn't even qualify music. I reached forwards to change the station.
"No way, you put this station on you can't change it," he said batting my hands away from the radio dial. I just continued to reach towards it muttering.
"Man you suck; I wish I didn't have a brother." He didn't even reply simply continuing to bat at my hands
In our preoccupation neither of us noticed the car heading towards us on the wrong side of the road until it was too late. I happened to glance up and see the car hurtling towards us I noticed the strangest things in that split second like the exact shade of red of the bonnet of the oncoming car and the expression on the face of the driver. And then came the impact. And all was black.
A/N: Hey its skittle-cookie-chocolate (formally xx-twilight7-xx) here and I have decided that I will be Can't-Talk-Reading's beta. She can't stop me cause I know where she lives.
I hope you liked the prologue. I certainly did. I want more. You hear that Can't Talk-Reading?
Now I can finally torture you into updating as well as you complaining to me to update my fanfic.
Please drop in a review. I'll have to teach her how to reply back to them though. Joy!