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The restaurant is deserted, seventeen year old Justin Russo is standing by himself wiping down the tables of Waverly Sub Station. His parents have gone out for the evening, Max is upstairs being suspiciously quiet and Alex went over to Harper's and should have been back nearly an hour ago judging from the darkness outside. He glances at the clock and sighs.

"Typical Alex." He thinks and moves to the next table. After his is finishing wiping the down the tables, he pulls out his phone out of his pocket.

"Still no answer." He mumbles and looks toward the door as though she will magically appear, which he wouldn't be surprised if she did.

"She knows she's supposed to be home before dark." He presses a few buttons on his phone, telling her to get home now. His frustration is growing, she's not answering her phone. He walks toward the counter where a pile of dirty dishes have been sitting and gathers them up. He pushes the door to the kitchen open and sets them down when he hears the front door open.

"Finally, she's so going to get it."

"It's about time you get home - ." He stops his rant mid-sentence when he sees his sister.

"J-Justin." She sobs, her words are shaking. She is leaning against the door frame, her clothes are torn and ripped her thin jacket barely clinging to her body. Her face is bruised, along with small cuts. There is a thin, trail of blood leaking from her underneath her black hair which is messy and ruffled. He can see blotches of blood on her bright yellow shirt.

"Alex." He whispers and rushes towards to her side taking her in his arms. Her body is trembling against his and he wraps his arms around her, holding her close.

"What happened?" He questions, running his arms up her shriving body.

"I w-was walking-g, I was a-attacked." Her words are quivering and muffled, her head is resting in the crook of his shoulder.

"Okay, okay everything is going to be all right." He soothes gently, his hand carefully brushing the side of her head. He pulls it away when he feels something warm and sees that his hand is covered in blood. Her blood.

"Alex, look at me." He commands and she reluctantly obeys. He looks pass her dark bruises and cuts and stares into her brown eyes, which are glassy and glazed. He quickly reaches into his pocket pressing a button.

"Everything is going to be okay, I promise." He tells her and she closes her eyes, resting her head back on his shoulder. He is counting the seconds, waiting for an answer as he holds his bleeding sister in his arms.

"Dad, it's Justin you have to come home now. Alex is hurt."

It's short, I know but do what did you think? Good, bad, ugly? Should I continue?