Amu woke up the next morning in her bed. She was still dressed in the clothes she'd worn to the party; she figured that she'd passed out.
Not bothering to change, she went downstairs into the kitchen. When she got down there, she saw her step father sitting at the table reading the paper and drinking coffee.
"Um, hi Tsubasa," she said uneasily as she pulled a bottle of orange juice from the fridge.
"Good morning Amu," he said, keeping his eyes on her.
"So, um, where's mom and Ami?' she asked, pouring the juice.
"They went out," he said simply.
"So, um, we're alone?" she asked.
"Yep." He took another sip of coffee. "So that's what you wore out yesterday right?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Why're you still wearing that?" he asked. He put the paper down and stood up.
"I guess I was more tired than I thought," she said and began inching backwards.
"Were you drinking?" he asked and walked towards her.
"No. actually, some kids showed up with some stuff so I decided to leave." Her eyes darted towards the door. "Look, I promised Kukai that I'd meet him at the soccer fields, so I really gotta go."
"In yesterday's outfit?" he asked. He had Amu up against a wall now.
"You're right." She laughed nervously. "So I'm just going to go upstairs and change, then I'm going to leave. Okay"
"Oh, you're not going anywhere," he said. He began to run his hand up and down her thigh, producing a small whimper out of Amu. "You know, this skirt's pretty short. It could attract unwanted attention."
"Please. Not today," she begged.
He took a step closer and slammed her back into the wall. "Oh Amu-chan. You should know by now. How else am I going to entertain myself?"
Amu cried for the next half an hour as he tore her open, but there was nobody around to save her. Finally, he finished and she was able to stumble up the steps. She locked herself in her bedroom and then in her bathroom. She ripped her clothes off and huddled up in the bathtub, letting the water stream down on her.
"Why mommy why?" Why can't you see what a bad man he is?"
Amu got out of bed one night soon after Tsubasa moved in. She walked past Ami's room to see that the door was open a crack. This was unusual for her little sister, so she went to investigate. She opened the door the rest of the way and saw Tsubasa standing over Ami. He was unzipping his pants as he was pulling back the girls blanket.
"Tsubasa. What's going on?" she asked, still half asleep.
Amu finally realized what was going on. "What? No. No. No you get the hell away from her!"
He rushed over to her and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Now Amu. You're going to be a good little girl and go back to your room and forget this ever happened. And you're never going to tell anybody about this. Got it?"
"Bu- But she's only eight years old."
He took her by the wrist and squeezed until it went numb. "You're leaving and not telling anyone. Understand?"
Amu hung her head. A tear came to her eyes as she realized what she had to do to save her baby sister.
"If you take me," she began, "will you leave her alone?"
"You know what? I think that's a fair deal," he said and pushed her to the ground.
Ami never found out what happened in her room that night.
A/N: Woah. So, Ami was eight years old during the flashback. I aged the main characters so that they're all 17, but I'm not sure how old Ami is. I decided not to age Ami right, so she's from age eight to age twelve. Leave a comment saying her age please and how I did. Thanks! R&R!