AN: I suck.

Sorry for the wait people. Thanks to those who read, /followed if any did.

So without further a due, let the story commence!

Martin's POV:

I watched as my mom screamed and cried in one of her best pillows. I just watched for a moment before my mom, with the strength of a rhino and speed of a cheetah, jumped up and grab me by my shirt collar.

"How could you be so stupid and let this happen!" my mom yelled at me with the force of a lion as mascara ran down the side of her face.

"I'm sorry I didn't know!" But sorry wasn't enough apparently because after I said that, she grabbed me by the ear, dragged me to her room, and gave me the spanking of a lifetime.

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Chris' POV:

I was still standing in my and Martin's room (AN: Let's say they shared a room.) when I heard screaming. Then I heard loud hits and shouts with each hit. I recognized it as spanking 'Double Doomsday' and Martin's shouting. When I figured that out I cringed. It soon enough stopped, but I heard angry footsteps coming towards me.

That was the only warning I got before the door flew open.

"BOTH OF YOU ON THE BED . . . NOW!" That was mom's voice, and I would have listened, but I didn't know where the bed was.

I guess she realized that because I soon felt her hands guide me towards the bed and sit me down. I heard her take a few deep breathes before saying,

"you two are to stay here until Chris gets his vision back."

And with that, I heard her walk away, and a door close.

"Did mom just ground us?" asked Martin as I felt his body lift off the bed and grab my arm to pull me up.

"I think so," I replied as I let Martin drag me back downstairs and into what I assumed was the kitchen. Martin sat me down on a stool while he probably looked for chocolate in the pantry. I looked around at my blurry home and I suddenly wondered what The Girls (AN: his sisters will sometimes be referred to as The Girls, don't ask why.) would think of my new condition. I was broken out of my thoughts when I heard a quiet but present "yes" come from Martin. I was about to ask "What did you find?", but I heard the door open, so I directed my attention towards it.

"Hey, mom . . ."

"We're home!"

I recognized the voices as my older twin sisters Christin, and Susan.

"Hey, girls," I said shyly as I looked down so they would avoid my face, if only for a bit longer. I guess I forgot that they were my older sisters, and instead of leaving me alone for a while, they started to bombard me with questions.

"OHMYGOSHWHATHAPPENEDTOYOU!"s and "DOINEEDTOBEATSOMEONEUP!"s came at me going peregrine falcon speed.

"Chris is okay, he just kinda sorta got . . . . . . " Martin said with utmost nervousness. I guess he didn't want to get killed by The Girls overprotectiveness, which is understandable since they can destroy anyone or anything with their overprotectiveness for me or Martin.

Like this one time when I was five, Martin said that I was stupid since I didn't know how to properly read fast yet while Martin could, and The Girls went and made Martin read a college Social Studies textbook from start to finish, and boy was he randomly shouting out random war facts for a month or what!

Anyway, I guess Martin was looking at me because Christin (who was blonde and blue-eyed like Martin, except her hair wasn't 'dirty' like Martin's, was shoulder length, and seemed to always wear pink) and Susan (who looked like Christin except she had longer hair and wore baby blue almost all the time) shouted "quit looking at Chris we're talking to you here!"

I looked at Martin expecting him to start explaining things when mom came in. "Martin, I'll explain when your father gets back from the shop tonight okay honey," she said. I guess she still had a murderess look in her eyes that I couldn't see because Martin stuttered when he said 'okay, cool mom, love you.'

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It was about 7:30 pm when we were all eating dinner, or, at least, I think it was 7:30 pm, can't really read a clock when you're blind. Anyway, we were eating when the doorbell rang.

Mom sighed and said," Martin, help Chris get upstairs and stay there. *sigh* It's about to get ugly down here."

I don't really know what Martin did to respond but I soon felt a hand on my shoulders that led me upstairs to what I guess is our room. He sighed will he set me down on the bed before sliding down on the floor and leaning beside me.

"I'm so dead it's not even funny anymore." He said. I wanted to say something to comfort him, but I couldn't think of anything to say.

We sat in silence 'till we heard a very loud and harmonious "WHAT!" I cringed before finally saying, "Yeah, you're dead.".

Martin's POV:

I silently braced myself as Chris said," Yeah you're dead.".

I heard the pounding footsteps of my family coming up the stairs in my and Chris' room.

*WHOOMP*

I didn't look up as my family threw open the door to our room with enough force to make an elephant proud. I heard them scream "LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M LECTURING YOU!" and I hesitantly looked up.

I saw The Girls looking at me with pure anger in their blue eyes, while dad's held disappointment, and mom's held tears.

I didn't really know what to say as I glanced around at them looking for a way out of this. Luckily, or unluckily, mom told everyone but me to leave the room. I watched as Susan led Chris to her and Christin's room while dad went somewhere downstairs.

"Son," mom started slowly and cautiously,"I'm disappointed, I know you didn't mean for this to happen and it was with best intentions that you did it. But that doesn't stop the fact that it did happen. I trust however that you'll find a way to fix it and make everything good again."

I was shocked and glad at the same time.

Shocked, because I was expecting a big lecture followed by a spanking.

And glad, because despite my mistakes, she still believed that I could help Chris.

AN: Happy belated CHRISTmas and second day of Kwanzaa ya'll. Hope you enjoy this chapter, so leave a review. Please?