His parents just didn't get him. They tried making an effort a few times before but it always ended with the three of them fighting. Blaze' s parents weren't the best parents in history. They always fought about the simplest things. Once they fought over the car keys and in the end one of them was in the hospital.

He didn't want the police to get involved. Only because he had a record a mile long and was afraid he'd get in even more trouble. And just the thought of seeing his little sister Idris (Well, by seven minutes.) crying over all of this sickened him. To avoid the fights they would sleep in his room since it was in the back of the house. She would sob softly into his shirt and he would stroke he long red locks. He hated to see her in this state because she was usually tough. But when they fought, they eventually get physical. Mainly his father. He was a broad shouldered man with a muscular frame. His hair was a flaming red like their' s were and his Scottish accent thick. Idris had inherited it unlike him. One thing he was thankful for. His mom on the other hand was pale with strawberry blind hair that framed her face. They'd inherited her fiery green eyes and freckles. His was long gone, but Idris' for some reason never left. They were fading away slowly. She was an exact image of her mother except for her red hair. He was muscular like his father and was only a few inches shorter. When he was younger all of his classmates would talk about their parents. He'd always try to avoid the subject on that because was always ashamed. He knew it effected his life entirely.

Idris could never cope with it all. She'd be depressed. Some days she'd stay in bed on the weekends and sleep nonstop. She still made good grades in school, but sometimes the depression would be unbearable. Blaze feared the day she'd break. He hated to see her like that.

His mom was even worse. He did love both of his parents, but his mom was closer to him. At least she'd speak to him. She cared a little on the inside. She sometimes would slip him a few bills so he could by food when she was too bruised and beat up to go anywhere.

His father was never the best man in the world. In the inside Blaze loved him. But they were just different. His father would sometimes come home a little too drunk and push him around. Blaze was to afraid to fight back because he knew his mother would kill him. Literally

.Which he didn't get because his parents hated each other anyway.

Blaze thought of all of this on the ride back from Fionna' s after dropping her and Marshall off. When he pulled into the driveway, he sat for a few seconds afraid of what was going on inside of his modern sized house. After a little pep talk, he got out of his car and walked into his home.

"I'M TIRED OF YOUR SHIT YOU BASTARD!" He heard his mother yell from upstairs. Making him stop in his tracks.

"I'M TRYING TO KEEP US TOGETHER YET YOU'RE SO CONTENT ON US GETTING A DIVORCE!" His father boomed.

"ITS NOT LIKE YOU LOVE ME ANYWAY!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

Great, just what he needed. He was in a good mood and they had to go and ruin it with their fighting.

Blaze walked upstairs and passed their bedroom without glancing in their direction. He went into Idris' bedroom and found her blasting her music sitting on her bed. She hadn't noticed him walk in as he tapped her shoulder. She reflexively grabbed his wrist and turned it earning a small cry from him. She looked up at him and tore off her head phones.

"Oh glob Blaze don't do that!" She said letting go of him and slapping him upside his head.

"Ow! An apology would suffice perfectly." Blaze said rubbing his wrist.

"Sorry or whatever. I'm just studying for finals." Idris mumbled.

"You still study!?" Blaze teased. He ducked out of the way of a pillow his twin hurled at him.

"Shut asshole!" Idris laughed. "I usually don't study with music blaring but they're arguments are getting worst and worst."

"Yeah. At least they aren't hitting each other anymore."

"They'll go back at it soon." Idris said glumly. Blaze saw a glint of sadness in her eyes.

"Hey, you okay?" Blaze said sitting next to her.

"Yeah. I'm just...thinking." Idris said shaking off whatever was upsetting her.

Blaze nodded and went to his room. The house was silent now that his father was downstairs and his mother slept in bed softly crying. He knew comforting her would only result in her yelling at him. And he didn't need that kind of ridicule.

He closed his bedroom door and collapsed on his bed with a grunt. He turned on his television and started watching his favorite show that he only watched in secret. Regular Show. Yes, he loved Cartoon Network. And if you told anyone he'd rip you apart. He's done it before. But the guy only told a Idris. Yet she claimed that she already knew. And promised not to tell anyone. Ever. That was like what...three years ago? Huh. Time flies. To him it'd felt like a year.

He was only watching it for a few hours until Family Guy came on on Adult Swim when he decided to get something to eat from the kitchen.

He walked down the hall and heard some shuffling and stifled screams from Idris' room. He leaned his head against her door to eavesdrop like he always did and listened.

"MMHMMMHMPH!"

"They don't need to know sweetheart. Daddy still loves you." Blaze heard a creak from the bed and he pulled his head back.

WTF!? What was his dad doing in Idris room on her bed?

He slowly friend the knob but it was stuck. He jiggle the knob and began to get frustrated. He ran back a rammed his shoulder into the door knocking it off the hinges. He scanned the room for Idris and his what he saw would scar him for the rest of his life.

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ON HER YOU BASTARD!?" Blaze roared in anger. He looked at his father on top of Idris with her wrists tied to the head board and a gag in her mouth. Her eyes were widened with fear and her shirt along with her pants were removed revealing her red bra and panties.

"MMHPM!" Idris yelled at her brother

"You monster! She's your daughter! My sister you creep!" Blaze yelled stepping closer to them. His father stood up and straightened out his clothes.

"Blaze go back to your room." He said calmly.

"WHY!?- SO YOU CAN CORRUPT HER!?" Blaze yelled.

"I'M YOUR FATHER. DO WHAT I TELL YOU!"

"Fuck you. My real father wouldn't rape my twin sister."

"Blaze..."

"No." the redhead said sternly.

"MMMMHPPMH!" Idris screamed.

"Shut up!" Jerry yelled. He slapped her on her pale cheek. Leaving a bruise.

"STOP HITTING HER!" Blaze yelled.

"And who are you to stop me!?" Jerry said with an evil grin.

Blaze felt his blood boil over time as his father laughed at him. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists so hard, the nails he did have cut threw his skin. He walked over to his father and sent a well deserved blow to his jaw. Before Jerry could recoil from the punch, Blaze sent two more to his face and chest. He threw another, but this time his father gripped his wrist with a smirk. "Remember son. I'm the one who taught you how to fight."

Blaze moaned in agony as his father twisted his wrist at an awkward angle and heard a snap. He yelled in pain and his father punched him in his stomach. Blaze let out another yell and kneed him in his balls. Jerry let go of his son's broken wrist and Blaze elbowed him in the back. His father dropped to the ground in pain and Blaze kicked him in his ribs and circled him.

"You can argue with my mother." Blaze said and kicked his chest.

"You can even curse me out." Blaze sent another kick to his back.

"But never. EVER! Touch my sister." Blaze said ans kicked Jerry in his head. Knocking him unconscious.

"MMMMHPM!" Idris squealed.

Blaze went over and undid her wrist and pulled out the gag. Before he could speak Idris started crying.

"Oh my gosh Blaze I was so scared and I felt...so vulnerable!" She sobbed into his shirt.

"Ssshhh. What happened?" He asked when she pulled away.

"I was just doing the last of my homework..."

~~~~~~Fifteen minutes ago~~~~~~~~

Idris sat on her bed finishing the last of her homework when her father walked in and locked the door.

"Hey Dad. Just finishing up." Idris said waving at him. Not looking up at him as he walked over and sat beside her.

"You look beautiful Idris." He said scooting closer.

"Um...thank you?" Idris said scooting away. He kept scooting closer until she was at the edge of the bed. "Dad..."

"There's a reason why I don't love your mother anymore."

"Get away from me." Idris said frantically. Jerry grabbed her wrists in his calloused hands and tied them to the head board with a tattered belt. She kicked him across his face, but that didn't faze him at all.

"One thing I love about you. You're so feisty."

"What the hell creep I'm your daughter!?" Idris said kicking her legs out at him. He tied her legs to stop the kicking and sat on top of them. He ripped off her skirt and shirt leaving her partially naked. He covered her mouth and stifled back her screams. He stuffed a gag into her mouth and caressed her cheek.

"Just relax Dris. You're so tense." He cooed.

Her eyes burned green with rage as he kneaded her breasts. She kissed her face, then her jaw line, and made his way down her neck. All through she screamed for her life. But he ignored her. He eyed her hungrily and licked her cheek.

"You taste like cinnamon. So sweet." He whispered.

He continued through the same motions as a tears streamed down her pale face.

"MMHMMMHMPH!" She screamed again.

"They don't need to know sweetheart. Daddy still loves you." Jerry said.

Then suddenly a knock on the door stopped him before he pulled off his pants. The door off the hinges and standing in the door way was Blaze.

~~~~~~~~~Present~~~~~~~~~

"I couldn't do a thing about it Blaze. I...I knew something was wrong, but I thought that maybe I was being paranoid sense I hadn't been sleeping a lot. I wish I'd just trusted my gut! I feel so disgusting now!" Idris sobbed. Blaze watched her crumple on her bed and felt sick to his stomach. He wish he'd came out of his room before the bastard...

Blaze felt stupid. Horrible. Like it was his fault. But he knew it wasn't. He glanced at the hollow shell that he thought was a father figure balled up on the carpet and all the guilt he'd felt before evaporated in the air.

"Idris I'm gonna call the police. Grab some clothes and go in my room. Sleep there tonight." Blaze instructed. Idris nodded and grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt from her closet. Blaze turned his head away so he couldn't see her because albeit all this happened, seeing her naked would scar him for life. Good thing she had her underclothes on.

An hour later they sat in the hospital. Blaze sat and talked to the police with a orange cast on his wrist. Idris sat next to him with a bandage on her left cheek from the slap Jerry dealt to her and told the policemen what happened. Their mother was at home. She heard what had happened and was too sick by the news to accompany them to the hospital.

"Well son, you won't be charged with anything for knocking him out. Because that's considered self defense. But your father will be in jail til a judge can see him. And even after he'll be lucky to get 30 years." the officer said.

"Thanks." Blaze and Idris said in unision. He heard his phone ring and walked outside to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Blaze. Did you call me?"

"Yeah I did Fionna. Look um is Marshall Lee awake yet?"

"Blaze it's like ten o'clock at night. He's sleep." Fionna said groggily.

"Well when he wakes up tell him what I'm about to tell you."

"Okay shoot."

"I'm at the hospital."

"What! Oh my gosh what happened!?"

"Its a long story that shouldn't be told over the phone. Tell Marsh I'll be there in the morning."

"Alright. You okay though right?"

"Yeah physically."

"Huh?"

"I'll tell you in the morning. Be up by then. "

"Kay."

"By."

Blaze hung up and slid down the wall. All of it was too much pressure for an 18 year old.