Thanks so much for the encouraging reviews. Oh and all reviews are welcome. Anyways, I wanted to go ahead and warn everyone that this story is Rated M for a reason. I should have put this up on my prologue chapter, sorry. This story will contain sex, scenes of sexual abuse, and possibly rape later on. Please don't read on if this makes you uncomftorble. And yes, as of right now, I don't have any plans to break up Dylan and Brenda. This story is a long story, so a lots going to happen. A lot of couples are going to change, and go, but they are the set in stone so far.

Chapter 1:

"Hey did Dylan ever tell you about his sister?" Brenda asked, walking into Brandon's room.

"Ummmm, no," Brandon responded uninterested.

"So he's been keeping the fact he has a sister from everyone. Isn't that kinda strange?" Brenda asked suspiciously.

"Look, it probably never came up."

"Whatever," Brenda responded annoyed. Brenda walked into her room slamming the door shut. She couldnt help but feel someone left out and neglected, she thought Dylan and her shared everything. She knew Dylan was a private person, but she didn't think this private.

--Dylan's House--

"Alright, here is your new home," Dylan told her opening the door, "pick whatever room you want."

"How long can I stay?" Madison asked reluctantly.

"As long as you want, but I hope you will consider staying for awhile." Madison ignored the comment and and looked around to check out the rooms. She moved into the smallest one and asked, "can I have this one."

"Sure," Dylan responded confused with her choice, "were going to get you enrolled tomorrow in school."

"Do I have to go to school?"

"Yes," Dylan told her without hesitation. Madison plopped down on the floor, opening up her book, and soon after fell asleep against the wall. Dylan walked in a couple minutes later, and picked her up, putting her in his room. He laid her down on the bed and covered her up. He walked to the door and turned around to look at her, feeling ashamed and angry. He was ashamed in himself for not being there to help his own sister. His father dumped her off on her mother, but he should have been there for her. He never liked her mother, and now he knew why. He was angry that someone could abandoned and abuse their child. He turned the light out and closed the door, and walked to the couch falling asleep himself.

--Next Day--

Madison walked behind Dylan in awe of her new high school. It was the biggest school she had ever seen, with some of the most outlandish people she had ever been around. "Were going to get your schedule in the office," Dylan told her. They walked to the office, while Madison continued to fall behind too busy looking around her. "I need to get my sister, Madison McKay's schedule. She just came over here from Texas," Dylan explained to the registrar.

"I need to see her records please." Dylan took out her papers and handed them to the registrar, while she skimmed through them and registered her into the computer. "Well it looks like your almost done Madison, your set to graduate with the seniors this year. And you still have room open for two electives," the lady explained. Dylan's mouth dropped, his kid sister who was two years younger then him was set to graduate when he was. The registrar handed Madison her schedule, while Dylan led her out of the office. Dylan showed Madison her first period class, and to her locker. "You going to be okay?" Dylan asked.

"Yes, i'll be fine," Madison reassured him.

"Okay, if you need anything, just let me know," Dylan told her.

"I'll be fine." Dylan walked off to find Brenda, hoping that his sister would enjoy her new surroundings.

Brenda and Kelly stood against the lockers in the hallway waiting for the first period bell to ring. "So why do you think Dylan didn't tell me?" Brenda asked again.

"Drop it Brenda, he probably had a good reason," Kelly said annoyed.

"Why do I have to have any reason?" Dylan asked knowing what the conversation was about.

"Dylan... we were just talking..." Brenda began.

"You were just talking about why I didn't tell you I had a sister. Don't worry about it Brenda, its no big deal," Dylan told her giving her a light kiss on the lips.

Madison opened her book near her locker and started reading her book, Right Wing Ideals, waiting for the bell to ring. Brandon turned the corner and saw the girl with long dark hair, almost a black color that some of the most beautiful natural curls at the ends. She was slender, but a noticeably short girl. He walked over to his locker which was conveniently placed next to hers. He opened his locker and couldn't help but peak at the book she was reading. "You know if your going to read, you really shouldn't waste your time with that nonsense," Brandon teased. Madison turned and looked at him, "oh as opposed to the bleeding heart unrealistic ideals that are most closely associated with communism?" Brandon laughed at her witty comeback. He couldn't help but look into her deep blue eyes and feel quite taken with her. "At least they have hearts, you dont develop a brain for at least a couple of years," Brandon shot back.

"Oh, didn't know you were Winston Churchill, at least I will have a brain," she mustered up against him.

"Brandon Walsh," Brandon introduced.

"Madison McKay," she responded smiling widely.

"Are you Dylan's little sister?"

"Yeah, do you know him?" Madison asked.

"Yeah, I do, he's my best friend," Brandon explained. The bell rang. "I guess I should get to class," Madison told him walking toward the class Dylan showed her.

"What class do you have next?" Brandon asked following her.

"It's my elective class. Debate with Grayson," she answered pulling out her schedule.

"Well, your in luck, that's my class," Brandon said, walking ahead of her playfully. Madison smiled and followed.