A/N:

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Moment: Breaking Up

Roger had sort of flopped onto his bed, on his back, guitar in hand. He lazily plucked out a few random tunes, not feeling like exerting much energy. He was bored.

Ordinarily, he'd grab his twin and they'd go do something, anything, but Rachel wasn't there. She'd gone out with her stupid boyfriend.

He hated that guy.

Roger used to be okay with Benny, really. Then, he started dating Rachel, and Roger had to uphold the "protective brother" position. He didn't mind at all. If that punk so much as looked at his sister the wrong way, he was getting his ass kicked.

He heard the door downstairs close. That had to be Rachel. Soon, she'd knock on his door, come into his room, and tell him all about the wonderful time she had with Benny. Seriously, he hates that guy.

The knock came, the door opened, but that's about all that he got right. Roger sat up, setting his guitar against the wall. "Rach? What's wrong?" There was a rip in her sweater, along the inside of her elbow, and he could swear that there were bruises forming on her neck, just below her collarbone. Her bright green eyes, the eyes that mirrored his, were bloodshot, puffy, and most of her eye makeup had run down her face and dried there.

Benny.

"What the hell did that asshole do to you, Rach?"

She didn't answer him, though. Instead, she let out a little sob, and dove onto his bed, curling up against her twin. And he didn't push her any more. That one action, the way she was crying in his arms, told him everything he needed to know. Rachel and Benny were over. Roger just knew it. He also knew that Benny must have ripped Rachel's shirt, given her those bruises.

He was going to murder him.

He heard Rachel whimper, quietly, and he tightened his grip on her. She may have only been three minutes younger than he was, but she was still his little sister, and nobody messed with her. Ever.

"I swear, Rachel, I'm gonna fuckin' kill him."

Roger was surprised when she didn't protest.

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It had been two hours since Roger had decided that Benjamin Coffin III needed to die.

He'd managed to calm his sister down enough for her to choke out what had happened while she was out, and it really made him burn. Apparently, Benny had decided that it was high time he got Rachel in bed with him, and that hadn't sat well with her. She tried to leave, and he'd hit her. That's where the whole struggle began.

Now, Rachel, his little sister and the most trustworthy person on earth, was curled up in his bed, sleeping. That's what she did when she had a bad day: move into Roger's room.

He sighed, looking over at the slumbering, blonde person beside him, her face still smeared with dried mascara.

He really hated that guy.