I watched as his car drove away as I felt bad for lying to him about where I lived, but saw no other way around it, he would have hated me with pure passion for just being the younger sister to the DeLaurentis brothers, despite them abusing me as much as them, if not more, but doubt he would see me that way.

I was also curious at what he meant by doing the same thing to me as he would do to do his brother, though I probably don't want to find out and wonder how old his little brother was, he was lucky to have an older brother to look after him; all that I ever got from mine was cruelty.

I probably won't ever see him again and it isn't his job to look after me anyway, he already had a younger brother to look after who probably wouldn't like me taking away all his older brother's attention if I started coming around and couldn't do that to someone else, I know what it feels like to be neglected and unwanted, it doesn't feel good.

It's not like he would want me hanging around him anyway, I was just some seven year old girl who meant nothing to anyone and if my own family believes I am worthless, I must be and doubt some teenage Greaser was going to see anything different about me.

It was late, so I didn't want to go home and by now, my parents probably had already locked the doors for the night, knowing that I wasn't home yet though it wouldn't be the first time that they 'accidentally' locked me out as they believed that I was already in bed, but I never have the chance to be a normal child that goes to bed, I was too busy doing chores, knowing if I leave them undone, I would get a beating of my life.

I was tired and wished I could have gone to Piper's, but she was visiting her grandmother for the summer as her mother and brother were both working, leaving no one to watch her though never understood the reason of needing to be watched, what was the point?

My parents never seemed to care what I did and I was fine without being 'watched' though knew she was not happy about spending the summer there as she never really liked her grandmother as she says she can be overly critical towards her, though I would take that over how my family treats me now.

As far as my family was concerned, I didn't exist and didn't matter and since I was a minor, they could do whatever they wanted to me and I had no say, so unless I found somewhere else to live, I had to keep my mouth shut or they would give me worse.

I wished I had a big brother to care for me like Piper had who sometimes let me borrow hers when I needed it which shows just how much of a best friend she is and don't know what I would do without her, but it still wasn't the same as having a big brother of my own.

Despite having no place to sleep, I sleep in this rundown house more than I ever do at home where I would sleep in a cold attic as I have been doing since my Grandma died when I was three, not even being allowed a bed, but I would rather be sleeping in a cold rundown house than in that dark attic.

It was slightly cold in the house, despite it being summer and only having a few blankets that I had managed to keep stashed when I would sleep here as my parents took pleasure in 'accidentally' locking me out at night, knowing I was afraid of the dark because of that attic and I was just counting down the days for when my family goes off on that cruise that I was not invited to, so at least had peace for a month.

Though being cold was better than being at home in a dark attic, always worrying about someone coming in, mostly my father as he says that since I wasn't his real daughter, he didn't feel guilty about doing what he did while no one in my family would listen to my screams while he would do things, not even my own mother, the woman that should have loved me and acted like nothing happened, not caring about what my own father, sometimes even my own brother's would do to me when they came to me at night.

I was barely four years old, the first time it happened and I don't understand what it meant and still don't, I just knew that it felt wrong and I didn't want him doing that to me, but the first time I resisted him, he hit me which took me by surprise as before that, he had only ignored me, but after that, all he did was hit me and yet, I still longed to make him want me as a daughter.

I still don't know why I cared about what he thought about me, especially after all that he put me through since I have lived with him but despite what he thought of me and that I wasn't really his daughter in his opinion, he was still my father and just hoped that one day he saw me as something more as something that he could beat on.

I wrapped my slim jacket around myself to keep out some of the cold as though it was technically summer time now, it was still cold here at night and didn't exactly have blankets to keep me warm at night that most kids my age took advantage of and probably wouldn't last a day in my shoes if they had to; I guess that makes me a survivor, something that most people don't see about me, I was just the weak sister of the DeLaurentis brothers.

I wish that I had something warmer to wear, but like how my parents will only feed me some old scrapes a few times a week, they barely bought me new clothes and whenever I would be lucky enough to earn new clothes, it was mostly old rags that at one time, belonged to my sister.

I was lucky to get new clothes at all, so wasn't about to go ask for something a little bit more warmer to wear as they only gave me summer clothes and pretended like they didn't see how cold I was during winter, almost like they took enjoyment in watching me suffer; I was lucky to not get sick.

I loathed being related to them, their reputation follows me and though they are very popular in this town and while some people love my brothers because they are famous football players in this town, there were some that didn't like my brothers and me because of them, they judge me because of who they were, without bothering to get to know me first.

I was nothing like the rest of the family and if anyone took the chance to know me, they would know that too, but only Piper and her older brother knew the real me as not even teachers saw me as anything but being the DeLaurentis's kid sister, and even if they knew I was mistreated, they wouldn't help me because of my brothers.

I hated how my family would treat people as they were nothing but cruel towards other people and I was nothing but nice, always thinking about others, though many just chose not to see it, preferring to keep me at a distance, yet my family is still well liked, but I believe that was more out of fear than loyalty.

I was a malnourished seven, almost eight year old girl, yet I was hated more than the rest of my family, even when I have done nothing to them, but most likely my family had and since my family couldn't be touched, they took it out on me as they knew my family wouldn't care if they mistreated me or not, thankfully it was more verbal than physical.

I was grateful that it wasn't winter right now, otherwise I wouldn't even risk sleeping here, forcing me to actually sleep at my home, if I could actually call that awful place home, the air would be brutal, especially without a coat and wish just once that I had one person that notices me not wearing a coat, because maybe then they will take me away from my family and I would be safe away from their abuse, but that is only a dream that will never happen as I felt myself fall asleep.

It waited until both my parents had already left for work before I went home, not feeling up to dealing with them this early yet and knowing I was going to be hearing from my mother for not making breakfast this morning, not seeming to care that I didn't come home last night.

I honestly doubt that they even notice as soon as I am done with my duties, I lock myself up in my attic as there is no point in me sticking around where I am not wanted and just because I am forced to make the dinner, it doesn't mean I am allowed to eat it.

I don't really wait for my family to finally getting around to feeding me as it usually took them days that actually remember, which was one of the reasons why I always go hunting for food on the Greaser's side of town, knowing that there was no chance of being recognized and I had to eat.

I could hear my older brothers getting up to something in the kitchen, probably no good and it is a surprise that they have actually managed to get to high school, with my oldest brother having even managed to graduate, with how stupid they can be.

Knowing my older sister, I knew that she was most likely still asleep as she claims that she needs her precious beauty sleep and there will be hell to pay if she doesn't get it, mostly taking it out on me, with her boyfriend sometimes being in her room with her though don't really understand that one as if she needed her sleep so much, why does she allow him to be in her room with her.

She will most likely be waking up around noon and will demanding food for me to make for her which is why I try to get at of the house before she wakes which isn't always easy with having six older siblings, and if it I was home and didn't comply by her demands, I was used as a personal punching bag and my siblings were worse than my parents at times.

I quietly tried to sneak up to my attic without making any noise that would let one of my brothers know that I was home and want to practice more of their so fight skills on me like they always do and don't feel in the mood to be pain today or to earn myself another broken bone which is what happens when I resist or try to escape their wrath, and unfortunately luck was not on my side today as one of the steps creaked, alerting my brothers to me.

"Alex, there you are. Mom told us that we were to punish you for not getting home in time to make breakfast, but leave some for her tonight," my oldest brother said, grinning evilly at me as I cringed at that awful nickname, hating it more than anything as all that it brought was pain and torture.

I felt panic go through me as I felt my throat close up at the mention of 'punishment' as you never knew what to expect with them because they so loved to experiment different punishments with me, and my brother's and my mother were always the worse when it came to punishments; I didn't exactly get normal kid punishments, never even been spanked.

I knew there was no use running as it was five against one, not to mention that they were all tough football players so there was no way I could overpower them either way, but of course that still didn't stop me from trying to escape their abuse as any normal eight year old would do, but of course I was grabbed before I got halfway up the stairs and wouldn't be surprised if the struggle had woken up my sister who would gladly join in for waking her up.

"Nice try, Alex. Though now you just made it even worse for yourself," my oldest brother, Jake said as he dragged me back in the living room where my other four older brothers were waiting for the torture to begin with smiles so big that you would think it was Christmas instead of beating on their little sister; I thought big brothers were supposed to look after their younger siblings.

Having them all there scared me as I have never actually dealt with all five of them at once, usually only ever dealing with just one or two at the time at most, but now all five of them were here and making me wished I never came home as I knew that they were each going to want a turn with me; I was their favorite punching bag, especially when they knew I couldn't fight back.

Jacob was nineteen and the oldest of the DeLaurentis siblings, not really considering myself one and in many ways he was the ruthless of them all, yet was protective of his supposed younger siblings, yet could care less about me and since my mother was apparently pregnant again, he was the one that was 'in charge of me' which means more beatings and just she doesn't have twins again.

Then, there were the older twins, Michael and Allison at seventeen, with Michael playing quarterback for the varsity football team who likes to answer with his fists and my spoiled sister was Captain of the Cheerleading Squad who the whole world revolves around her and Cheerleading, both barely passing to their Junior year.

Jamie was probably was least hated brother at fifth teen who unlike my other brothers, didn't hurt me as much as they did and most of time would just ignore me and act like I wasn't there, instead of beating me, but didn't mean I liked him either as while he didn't really hurt me unless I set him off, he also didn't stop the others either.

Lastly, we had the younger twins, Maxwell and Joshua at thirteen, who come close to being as ruthless as Jacob and could definitely give a good run for his money and they take pure enjoyment in torturing me and I could see them being sociopaths when they get older, but half the pass middle school first as they were thirteen and still in the sixth grade.

Jake still a firm grip on my arm, making sure that I didn't try to escape again as they grinned at me in hunger because of the pain that they were about to inflict on me, when I wanted more than anything was for them to just my big brother's, like Piper's big brother or how Steve didn't even know me and had stolen from him, yet still treated me like a little sister that he needed to take care of; why did I have to be the one that got stuck with siblings that beat the crap out of me.

I felt the tears well up my eyes, threatening to spill over at the thought, when a fist slammed into my side as Jacob let me fall to the ground with my twisting, but thankfully didn't break as Michael stood over me, looking down at me with disgust in his eyes, making it clear that I meant nothing to him.

I was roughly kicked in the side by Max and Josh that played kicker and a little soccer on the side, something that are parents greatly disapproved of, knowing that they partly played to learn how to kick more harder, letting out a cry in pain while Jamie just sat there and watched, showing no sympathy as he just pulled out a book to read, acting like this was any other day.

I was roughly pulled up by Jacob who at this point at been watching on the sidelines while his younger brother's got their turn, slapping me so hard across the face I could feel the taste of blood in my mouth, "Don't make a sound, you hear me. One more sound and you will be wishing you were never born," he threatened, pulled on my hair.

I just nodded my head, not wanting to be hit anymore, yet knowing that my brothers were just getting started and could go on for a whole day if they were up to it, usually getting bored around lunch, feeling myself checking out and not sure I could deal with this much longer, I wasn't going to survive at this rate and they were only getting worse and knew I have to find a way to get out of here before it kills me.