See chapter 1 for all the info.
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A/N: sorry it took me so long to update. I had like major writers block. I know there is no Greg yet but be patient there will be. Thanks again for all your reviews!
(Skips ahead 8 years and nick is now a senior in high school)
Nick was walking home from school, a little apprehensive of what he had to do when he got home. He was graduating soon and he had to break the news to his parents sometime that he would not be attending law school like they had wanted him to. He was going to a collage that had master courses in the field of forensic science.
Nick was never interested in the law or becoming a lawyer. Maybe the fact he did not like it was the fact that his whole family did. Nick had six sisters and one brother, all of which were involved in the judicial system. Nick was the youngest out of all of them. He always had to follow his brother's footsteps and meet his parents' expectations. In other words, Nick had to be perfect. He hated all the pressure he got from his parents. He might not have minded as much if the pressure was out of love, but it was all so he did not damage the Stokes reputation. Nick was always the black sheep of the family. He was the one they had to be careful of or he might do something stupid to screw up the good name they had worked so hard to obtain.
Ever since the night with the babysitter, Nick had changed. He never talked to anyone anymore unless absolutely necessary. He always tried so hard to please his family and no matter how hard he worked, he was never good enough. In school growing up, he was not popular, but not unpopular either. In fact no one seemed to notice him at all, not that he complained. That was what he wanted. He always had the best grades in the class because he knew what would happen if he didn't. All the teachers loved him because he made sure he was never any trouble. Some of the teachers noticed the bruises, and the fact that he never looked anyone in the eyes, but they knew who his parents were and they knew enough not to get involved.
So here Nick was walking on the sidewalk, hands in his pockets running though the different ways he could tell his parents and the different reactions that came with each of the ways he told them. He knew that with his dad it would probably get physical, and maybe even with his mom. He knew his mom would cry and tell him how much he has disappointed the family. He knew his brother would probably make himself involved and yell at him and tell him how much of a screw up he is and how he puts mom and dad through so much. His brother Jake was always sucking up to their parents. He knew his sister probably would not care too much; they had their own lives to deal with. His dad would tell him that if he chose to do this he would cut him off financially, and his mom…his mom would disown him. They had told him when he was younger, that if he were ever to do something to compromise the family they would not hesitate to take this kind of action. 'Oh well' he thought, 'I have been wanting to get out of this family my whole life. I don't belong here.' He sighed and looked up at the house in front of him. 'Well its now or never' he thought.
As he walked into his house he was greeted by his twin sisters, Nicole and Sara. They were the ones closest to his age, and the ones he was closest to. They were home of vacation from collage. They were only a year and a half older than him.
"Hey Nicky!" they said at the same time. "Why the long face?" Nicole giggled out. "Oh nothing, I'm fine. Have you seen mom and dad anywhere?" he asked plastering a big smile on his face. Nicole and Sara frowned and pointed to their dad's office. "thanks" he said and walked slowly toward his doom.
A/N: this is my sad attempt at a cliffy. I hoped you liked it and I will defiantly be updating sooner than I did last time. Please review!