I remember how it started. Easy day, easy life. My three children happy, healthy and already completely in love with one another. Triplets, exactly the same yet so completely different. My husband was ecstatic and positively adored them, and all of them were both Daddy's and Mommy's kids. No Daddy's little girl, but shared. It was great.

There's Aiden. He's the eldest triplet, older by 3 seconds to the middle, 5 to the youngest. With his striking sandy hair and bright golden eyes he was so incredibly beautiful. And his sisters adored him, he was so incredibly supportive of them. He and Jaxx disagree about some things every once in a while but he still loves her. No matter how frustrated she could make the young boy. He didn't act at all like a normal boy, he was so utterly sweet, that everyone he met fell in love with him in seconds.

The middle is Jaxxon, goes by Jaxx. She had more chocolately hair with beautiful bouncing curls and bright brown eyes. She's the middle but she leads the pack. Her siblings follow her easily, it's so very natural. So whenever Daddy comes home exhausted and grumpy, she's always the first to say hey then the others greet him. She's strong and wise, and so very organized that even her blocks were color coordinated. She was already writing things down on my notepad to remind me of anything. Today it was how we needed 'that red stuff in the fridge' also known as ketchup.

Finally but nowhere near the least important is Kylie. She's got the same color of hair as Aiden, but the curls of Jaxx. But her eyes are as unique as her siblings. Hers are a beautiful green, but with sparks of silver and gold running through them. She has this continual light about her and it keeps Aiden and Jaxx from killing each other. Both her siblings adore her and definitely shelter her more than is necessary. Aiden worries about some fool hurting her, Jaxx worried about everything else. She just floated in the world, held down to earth solely by the clinging hands of her siblings.

I remember how the day started off so great, the kids were playing in the yard, but Jaxx came back inside saying that someone outside was staring at Kylie. My husband checked it out, but saw nothing. I had no idea how wrong my baby was, she just didn't realize; Kylie almost always hid behind Jaxx while they were outside. Everything changed that night. Changed at such amazing depths.

June 19th 2009

08:39 p.m.

"Aiden! I need help!" Kylie called from the upstairs bedroom and Aiden went running. Jumping up from his spot at the dining room table, math project in front of him, and dashing towards his sister. It was their 16th birthday today and Kylie was getting ready for prom. Both she and Aiden were graduating early, and both had already began planning out their lives.

"What's the matter?" Aiden threw up his hands and checked himself on the doorway, leaning elegantly and completely comfortable, even without a shirt.

"I need you to tell me if my bra and stuff are showing," she lifted her arm and spun quickly. Her inch high heels adding height and making her spin a little less graceful. She tumbled towards Aiden, her bright curls flying forwards and a look of shock painted across her delicate features.

In split-seconds Aiden was catching her and smiling, his golden eyes turning to a certain shade of smoldering gold that only reared it's head to his sister." You look great, nothing is showing. What's-his-face is going to drop dead when his breath leaves him too fast for his head to keep up." He smiled, kissed her forehead then lifted her back to her feet.

"Thanks bro, and what's-his-face's name is Jonas." She giggled then sighed," Aiden, why aren't you coming? There's a hundred girls who are definitely looking to dance with you at prom." She lifted one foot and placed it on the side of the jacuzzi tub to edit the straps of her shoes. She stood back straight and smoothed the dress down.

My god she's amazing, Aiden didn't bother trying to stop the thought, some people wondered sometimes if they were closer then normal twins, but they were wrong. They were merely open, they didn't care what the world thought, but the other sibling that opinion mattered more then anything. If they were mad at one another than the world was ending. Aiden remembered the one time Kylie got mad at him, he'd been so depressed that he didn't even go to school. That night they made up and ended up sharing a room because they both felt so bad.

"You've been bringing prom up a lot, so I'll ask once. Do you want me there?" He pushed off his right leg and landed perfectly on the counter in front of the mirror. The angle of the light hone against his hair and made it brighter, making his eyes stand out even more against his pale skin.

"Yes, I want you there but-"

"Then I'll go get dressed and I'll ask Mama to drive me there say 20 minutes after what's-his-----Jonas," He very quickly changed his tune when his sister glared viciously," picks you up, so it doesn't look like I came because of you?"

"Aiden, you didn't want to go, why are you?" She sighed and twirled one corkscrew curl around a pale pianist finger. Tonight she would playing the piano for the only waltz at the prom, sure there would be slow songs but no other music like his sister's. Her tune was all her own, the other live players couldn't compare.

"Because you asked me too. Now, I think I hear- ah," He smiled as the doorbell rang loudly in their near empty house. Instead of the friends that were also casually called the extended family, it was just Aiden, Kylie and their mother. Not that the twins saw much of her. Everyday on their birthday their mom tended to lock herself in her bedroom and only come out when the party started. Being that it was prom, she would only have to drive Aiden before leaving them be again. The next day she'd probably give them gifts and cake, but today was never going to be qualified as their birthday.

"He's here!" Kylie's smile shone like the sun as she hugged and kissed her brother's cheek then hopped on the stair's banister as Aiden jumped the stairs themselves. She slid down the banister quickly but used one hand to keep herself straight and light.

"You ditz, you'll break your ankles before you ever reached the prom if you jump off that thing." As he scolded his sister softly, using one arm wrapped around her waist to lift her and the free one to open the door," Good evening Jonas." He smiled with all the joy of a hunter before it shot the prey.

"Hey Aiden," and boy did Jonas realize that he was prey. So he hid behind the wisest thing around," Darling you look positively amazing, drop-dead gorgeous." He smiled and hugged his girlfriend.

Aiden would never in a million years admit in front of his sister that Jonas was a dick. Truth be told, they both hated each other and behind the scenes it was all too often Jonas and his friends - you'll note the plural - jumped and beat up Aiden behind the school. Aiden took it and kept his mouth shut, solely because of one threat. ' If you ever say anything, we'll do the same thing to your precious sister.' Fortunately for Aiden however, he would be gone. And both he and his sister were going off to university.

"Jonas, come on, no glares tonight." Kylie smiled and let Jonas lead her out of the house by the arm.

Aiden Hightower breathed deeply a few times to calm himself, then strolled back to the table, cleaned up his math work, then leaped up the stairs to get ready for prom.

Prom was Aiden's worst nightmare. All silvery colouring and dim lighting. The school had rented out a hotel's grand hall for this prom and gotten everything done to , Aiden recognized them as lilacs and bleeding hearts set the mood on the edges for the girls attending but not dancing. Swirling lights captured moments in time for the yearbook. A few students had camera's up and were taking pictures of everyone who walked in the door.

In the back of his mind Aiden listed those he knew walking in, Harriet and Patrick, Sam and Shana, Bekka and Daniel... He continued on his little game for awhile, smirking when he recognized the couple, scowling when he didn't and faking a polite smile when a girl asked him to dance.

Way too many girls had asked him to dance. He was a young, hot, brainiac, and therefore everyone's dream. The minor factor of how the lighting made him stick out like a sore thumb only made it worse for the teen. Kylie was out on the dance floor, fooling around with some of her girlfriends, and absently he wondered where Jonas was.

He stopped wondering when a few pairs of hands gripped onto him and began trying to drag him from the gym. One pair grabbed his arms and dragged them behind him and a second lifted him up off the ground with minimal effort. After a spilt-second deliberation he figured screaming was out. He fought and bit down on the hand that had clamped itself over his lips. A small yelp ensued then a camera's flash. Aiden gasped for air and hissed at the sudden blood-flow in his arms. It was painful and startling when three females latched onto him.

"Aiden!" The first two voices were familar, Jennifer and Valerie, Kylie's closest girlfriends. They both thought he was gay, but other then that positively adored him. For the moment their soft hands lifting him up off the ground was so incredibly endearing he could have hugged them - if his arms weren't protesting in such horrifying ways.

Aiden had been beaten and bruised multiple times, but nothing ever held onto him long enough to stop the blood flow. It was a new experience and one he never wanted to feel again.

"Bro," The third voice was welcome, even though it was frightened and angry. The only one he really wanted to hear, Kylie, but worry for him was swiftly turning to rage and he heard the deafening slap crack across Jonas' face," You--" She noticed the teachers," jerk! I can't believe you! Oh good god I want to hurt you!" She yelled at him louder than the music and the other graduates were beginning to look. Aiden stood beside his sister, the fear and adrenaline leaving his system quickly.

Jonas wouldn't attack him when everyone was watching, Aiden reasoned, even he isn't that foolish and I don't make him that mad. He wiped his mouth off, blood from the guy's hand smearing his lips wasn't a pleasent feeling for someone disinclined to violence.

"Eh, he's a nobody, come on baby," Jonas put one arm around Kylie and stole the knife from her dress. Kylie always carried a knife, she was really paranoid. Aiden noticed, jumped in front of his sibling and shoved them both back. Easily dodging the clumsy attempts to slice him open. With one hand he stole the knife, with the other he pulled Jonas close enough to slice his arm. Then folded the knife, threw it to a teacher and dropped to his knees with his hands on the back of his head when the police walked in," He attacked me," Jonas was outraged.

"Yes I did officer, I cut his arm after he tried to jump me, and after he stuck his hand in my sister's dress. If I deserve it, arrest me, I'll go willingly," He slowly lowered his hands behind his back and stood to let the cop cuff him. When no such event occurred, he turned," No arrest?"

"No arrest."

"May I ask why, or is that tempting a fate I'm already narrowly escaping," He smiled softly at the officer, his question quite serious. In his head Aiden couldn't help how he snickered about how different he and and cop were. This cop was big and dark, whereas Aiden was small and pale. In careful scrutiny he noticed how the man's wide eyes were a startling shade of blue.

"No temptation, and I'm not arresting you because you don't deserve it, and I don't have a crime beyond self-defense. You defended yourself and your sister, why should you have to go to jail," The officer shrugged, then began leaving with his partner as Aiden breathed a monumental sigh of relief," However I will need you to write up a statement."

"Wow, you got some kind of angel looking after you bro," Kylie smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist. He cautiously placed his around her shoulder and buried his still shocked face in her neck.

They both had no idea about the events about to occur. Cushioned in their small bubble of security with one another, neither noticed until the last second that someone was rushing them.

" Forgive my interruption, but I figure," Aiden dove to the right, knocking his sister to the left, both stuck out their legs to trip their attacker," Better late then never," the assault continued when Jonas dove atop Aiden and began trying to stab him. Briefly he noticed that the knife was the one he had attacked Jonas with. Desperate, Aiden struggled and lashed out with never-used fists.

No one had ever disliked Aiden to the point where he actually had to fight. Usually he could dissuade a situation with a bit of small talk. Today was not the case. Today Aide punched, kicked, bit and tackled. The second he was on his feet again after kneeing his teenage attacker in the groin, he jumped and tackled him.

"You bastard," Aiden gripped one meaty wrist with both hands and slammed it against the ground over and over, not even flinching when Jonas dropped the knife onto Aiden's hands, slicing them up a tad or when the sickening crack of his wrist breaking echoed in the gym. The night class student gasped and Aiden did as well." Oh my god," he stumbled backwards in horror, staring at his own hands as if somehow they were to blame not him.

By nature, Aiden wasn't violent at all. His nature depicted his good heart, shown in his gleaming eyes. By nurture, he'd always been taught to be polite, not cruel and his sister taught him forgiveness and love. Aiden was the kind of guy that could've gone through his life without ever getting into a fight.

To suddenly know he'd hurt two people in the course of 15 minutes was staggering, so when his sister ran up, all he did was very quietly plead in her ear," Can we go home now?"

Kylie nodded vehemently and tugged from the gym. They both knew that tomorrow they'd have to deal with the police, but neither cared. Right now, they just wanted to be alone, be safe. Feeling safe was always something the two of them craved, and hated when it was taken away from them.

"Aiden, are you okay?" Kylie whispered softly. He shook his head and absently brought up one hand to worry his earring. He tended to fiddle with those when he had a gut feeling that something was wrong. He didn't get them often, but when he did, something always happened to his family. He didn't understand, but his mother would often hug him and say," It's okay baby, they'll be okay." As though, somehow she knew.