A/N OMG sorry its taken me so long to update this! The freaking blizzard took out my power and my internet so this is being written in the dark. And I'm uploading this at freaking Dunkin Donuts in case my internet decides to like die again. And this is a fic in honor of KENDALL SCHMIDT'S 21st BIRTHDAY!

Warning: Mentions of abuse, language

Disclaimer: If I owned BTR, we'd have a serious problem

"Happy Birthday, Kendall" I whisper to myself.

My jerk of a dad is at work, not so much as a kind smile.

My evil bitch of a mother is drunk and hung over, only leading to more abuse from her.

The only one left is my baby sister.

She is the only person besides my friends who have even said happy birthday to me today.

She even bought me a few new guitar picks and a new guitar strap.

Why was Katie the only one who could love me?

She is the only person left in this group of people called a family.

I love my sister with every string of muscle in my body.

She made this terrifying birthday a million times better, just by being there for me.

My mother came out, stumbling before she hit me multiple times, calling me a deadbeat loser.

I felt the stings, but I just stood there, trying to be strong for Katie.

Then she went for my baby sister.

I saw her move towards Katie, and my protective instincts took over.

I could feel the adrenaline coursing in my veins as I went after our mother.

Despite the blood I could taste in my mouth and the pain radiating in my body, I shoved the bitch into the opposite wall with all my remaining strength.

I could hear something crack as a fist connected with the side of my face, and I immediately felt my jaw scream in pain.

I ignored the pain and restrained the psychopath in my arms as I screamed for Katie to run.

She looked at me, tears in her light brown eyes she got from our Satanic mother.

But her eyes were kind and soft, not angry and deathly.

I nodded to her silent gaze, answering some unspoken question as she took off for the door.

As she disappeared, I let my hold loosen on the still struggling woman in my arms.

She snarled at me like a feral wolf and attacked me again.

I remember hearing sirens and seeing Katie's face before I blacked out.

All I could see was white.

I opened my eyes and looked right into the eyes of my little sister and my three best friends.

I tried to talk, but my jaw seared in pain and I winced.

"Don't talk. Your mom dislocated your jaw. You also have multiple lacerations on your face and torso, a mild concussion and some minor internal bleeding," Logan said calmly.

I looked at him and made a weird gurgling sound which Katie translated to "In English?"

I watched Logan turn bright red before he restated "You have a lot of cuts, you're going to have a really bad headache for a few days, you have bruises on your skin and some on your internal organs. But you'll be ok."

I smiled and shooed all the boys out of the room.

When Katie turned to me after we were alone, I cried.

I cried like I had never cried before in my life.

She crawled onto the bed with me, being careful to not hurt me.

She buried her face into my shoulder and the two of us cried.

I don't know when we fell asleep.

Or when we were taken out of the hospital.

Or how we ended up in the Diamond household on the guest bed.

All I knew was that Katie and I had never even been separated because we were in the exact positions we were originally in.

I looked at the tiny angel next to me.

She had her head on my shoulder, her hands were wrapped around my chest and her legs were bent and pressed against my lower back.

I couldn't help but smile at the sight of my little sister clinging to me for her life.

I kissed her forehead lightly before falling into another deep sleep.

And when I woke up, I was still being held by my tiny angel.

A/N: This is slightly exaggerated…I was never in the hospital on my birthday, it was for dramatic purpose only. But the part where my sister never left my side is true.