Hey guys, another chapter! Yay,

So my performance went great and my homework is finally on a normal level (although there still is a lot)

But, since I love you… I decided to write you a nice piece of work.

You probably have to thank Ms. Adisonforever too (told you I write faster with reviews)

On with the story!

As you probably noticed, I skip time here and there. I think Angel is with them for a month or two/three now. Although I didn't write all that time. I am going to explain some of the stuff here, like what they started to like about Angel. It's not sad, but it's not happy too.

Oh and by the way, I never said last chapter was going to be happy, I said you were going to be happy because I updated, right?

And um, I do not own and stuff (I always forget that kinda stuff)

Oh and I do own the plot (yay me!)

And…

:receives multiple glares:

Um… yeah, let's start with the story

Enjoy

Nick PoV

I sat in the chair behind my music desk. It was the place where I always wrote my songs. I was supposed to write a new rocking song, since Angel and I already wrote the slow song.

Today was not a rocking day, so the only thing my pencil would write were sad lyrics.

I wasn't alone like usual this time of day, don't get me wrong, I like being alone so I can write in peace, I mean, my brothers aren't usually much help unless they've got some good reasons for a song. A/n yes, I made Nick the 'song writer' here, like in the series.

But since James Stevens got into the house and nearly killed me and Angel. Nobody was leaving me alone. Good reasons though, but it was annoying.

If it wasn't Kevin jamming with me, Joe dragged me in for a nice Xbox game (witch I always won) my mom would ask me to help with dinner and dad was constantly talking about random stuff. Like I would be attacked again if I was left alone.

I could understand, they, for a moment, had thought I was dead. Heck, they had believed Angel really was dead, with the bloody knife sticking out of her chest.

Damned James Stevens, I was really glad I had the chance to give him a few deserved punches in the face.
Normally I wasn't violent. I was usually the peacemaker. But that guy, the way he spoke to her, hurt her. I saw it in every movement of her body.

The police had arrested him, dragged him off and I hoped we would never see him again.

I hoped he would get a lifetime in prison. He deserved that, the man was crazy, drunk, violent, abusive and a downright monster.

If only they could prove it, but the only thing that could prove him guilty was currently laying in the hospital, in critical condition on the intensive care. Where they hoped she would be fine.

Did I mention our prove doesn't speak too?

I sighed and turned the chair around so I was looking out of the window behind me.

Angel, poor thing, my little sister! Unconscious and hurt once again. I had thought she would look small and vulnerable in the big hospital bed.

But she hadn't.

She just had looked like she was in a lot of pain. Stiff, not moving, not holding her head a little to the side, like she always did when she listened to you.

It scared us, although we all tried to be brave, I could see through them. I had become good in reading people lately.

Joe was feeling guilty and horrible. Mom was feeling sad and horrible, dad was angry and horrible, Kevin was just feeling horrible.

They all loved her so much, she was easy lovable. Her way of making you smile, when she touched your face in comfort. Her smile breaking through after a joke. Her amazement when we played or sang. Her soft little frame sitting in a chair, writing. How she would laugh at one of our stupid actions and make sure those stupid actions didn't go really wrong.

I smiled, Angel was great. Her personality was amazing and it was like she had always been here and belonged here with us. I have absolutely no idea why, she just fitted. Not completely, because her being was still a bit incomplete. But the sides of her we could and were allowed to see, well, we loved them. She cooked with Kevin; she would help Joe with his English homework.

Did I mention she was really intelligent too?

And she helped me with songs and gave me a lot of inspiration.

She listened to us when somebody had something on his/her heart. She would try to help and comfort them, even when her own comfort was still broken.

The six of us, my brothers, Angel, Stella and Macie. We were the best of friends and with Angel everything just seemed to fall in its place.

Like she comforted us, we all comforted Angel too. We would hold her through her nightmares; hide away everything that could hurt her when her shadows took over her. We helped her with her homework.

Did I mention she sucked at physics?

I smiled again.

We hadn't known what we were missing until it came along.

Kevin PoV

I walked out of the shower and pulled a T-shirt over my head. I sighed, the house was so quiet. Everybody was worried about Angel, my poor little sister. I loved her so much and now this had to happen to her, as if she hadn't gotten enough in her life.

Luckily she had us and Nick for that matter. She changed so much, to the good. We had seen the little scared caterpillar change into a beautiful little butterfly, with some cracks in the wings of course.

Lame example. I know.

Everybody had been so chocked about what happened. It was so unreal. Our little girl once again abused by her father, who by occasion also almost killed our little brother.

I shook my head, talkin' about my little brother. I saw him sitting in his songchair. Staring out of the window, head in his heads. He especially got crushed with Angel lying in the hospital. I know what he felt. I had felt that when my best friend, Macy, got in a car accident a few months ago.

I walked up to Nick. 'Hey, Nicky, wake up man. Angel's not getting better by you staring out of the window.' I said.

He looked up. Worries in his eyes. That was so Nick; always worrying about things he couldn't change.

'yeah, Angel's hurt, but she's strong. You know that better then everyone. You've read her diary, you know her better then any of us. Have you seen the power in that girl! I know you've seen it. You can't get her that easily. If anyone can survive this it's her.' I told him sternly. 'But you're not helping her by sitting here.'

Nick looked up at me. 'You've got no idea. You don't know why she's in the hospital.' He whispered.

I looked at him confused. 'By her father, like thousand times before.' I answered. 'You know that too.'

He shook his head. 'She's there because of me.'

I looked at him chocked. 'What? What do you mean?' I asked. 'Nick!'

He looked at me. His normally warm eyes cold. 'The knife was meant for me Kev. He wanted to kill me. It was pointed at MY chest.' He said.

My eyes grew three times their size. 'What?! Nick you can't be serious.' To my horror he nodded.

'I wish he had.' He whispered.

'Don't say that! You don't want to die do you? She's going to be okay!' I half yelled at my stupid brother. Normally he was so clever.

'It's not that Kev.' Nick shook his head again, like he wanted to get something out of it. 'I wouldn't have died. I was too tall and I'm strong. It wouldn't have hit vital organs.' He said and I finally understood where he was going. 'It only went in her chest because she sacrificed herself for me!' He stood up angry. 'Don't you see what she's done?' He yelled at me. 'She protected a brother once again. Love punished her again. The shadows got back to her! She protected a brother whatever it may have cost her!'

I stared at him. 'What do you mean, love punished her? What are the shadows?' I asked in horror. Did she really hurt herself to protect a dear one again?

'The shadows of her past. They don't let her be happy. She was punished because she loves me! You know that! She can't bear seeing people she loves getting hurt. Not with Stephen and not with me.' He sat down again, picture of helplessness. 'Damn it Angel!' He yelled. I grabbed his shoulders and forced him to look up at me. 'Nick! Nicky! LISTEN TO ME!' I told him. 'If you see that you have to see what more she's done.' He looked away from me. 'When she protected Stephen, she took the punishment and the hurt for him. Yes she did do that now.' I said when he glared at me. 'But this time, you told me yourself, she went against him to protect you. She fought with her father! Doesn't that count for something?' I spat at him.

As on cue, Joe came running in. 'The hospital called! Angel's heartbeat is going up!' He screamed, but Nick was already at the door before he was finished.

I grabbed mine and his jacked and hurried after him. Joe still in the door. 'Joe come on!' I yelled and threw his jacket at him.

We all ran to our car and drove to the hospital.

Yep, short chapter, next one will be up tonight! but I just hit my head really badly, and I don't feel like writing anymore. Sorry

And I thought this was a nice ending… just a chapter about nick (and Kevin) ((and a liiiiitle bit of Joe))

I promise there will be a next one up tonight! PROMISE!!!

:) love ya all!