DISCLAIMER: I don't own LOST, nor do I own anything you recognize...
I hope you like it! I'm not exactly sure how I feel about it yet...
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"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I screamed, slamming my brother against the far wall and glaring at him as his head bounced off of it. Anger was burning through my veins and I could barely resist jumping on top of him and killing him. "You were supposed to protect us! Me! You weren't supposed to leave me behind with him!"
Okay, let's stop there and then back track. Just so I can tell you what's up. First of all, my name is Adain O' Conner, that's all you need to know and that's all you'll probably want to know. I'm from Wales, but am currently living in L.A. (which is Los Angeles for all of those that didn't know). See, my mum left when I was about five, leaving Griffin and I with our drunken ass of a father. Griffin didn't really want to stay and help out after he turned about fourteen, but he had to 'cause he wasn't eighteen yet. And you can guess what happened when he turned eighteen.
If you didn't say that he up and left right away, then you're definitely an idiot or mental and need to go have your head checked out. All right? Okay, glad we got that straightened out.
Now back to the story . . . .
"What are you doing here?" he asked as he twisted out of my grasp and scrambled over to a little room to the side of his apartment. "I mean it! You're not supposed to be here, you're not supposed to see all this stuff!" He sounded a little worried, aw, poor him. But what the hell did I care? He left me behind! "So," he said finally, turning around and smirking at me. "If you could kindly fuck off. As in now."
I rolled my eyes and took a step towards him, wanting to punch him until he was knocked out and couldn't do anything! He took a step towards me also and I could see something in his eyes that I never saw before. "Do you really not want to see your little sister?" I hissed, narrowing my brown eyes. "Oh, wait, I forgot. You left me behind! You didn't care about me at all! I WAS SIXTEEN!"
"And I was eighteen!" he screamed back, pushing me against the wall. "I thought you knew that I was leaving!"
"Yeah, but not leaving me BEHIND!" I screeched, pushing him away from me. "Dad could barely take care of himself, let alone me!" I got away from the wall and started throwing stuff into a duffel bag that was laying on the floor.
"What are you doing?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring down at me. "That's all my stuff."
"Obviously!" I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Otherwise I wouldn't be putting it in the freaking bag!" I could see his black shoes step in front of me and I looked up into his angry face. "We're going to L.A."
"Do you not get the whole reason why I moved to Sydney?" he asked angrily, ripping the bag away from me and running his fingers through his messy brown hair. "I'm not going back to the scum of a father we have!"
"That's not what I want! You need to come back so that we can find mum!" I wailed, sitting back on the floor and wiping dirt off of my heeled boots. Griffin leaned down, his face falling into a look of compassion that I had never seen before and raised his hands. I flinched back, putting my hands up.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" he asked, a slight smile on his lips. "Did you think I was gonna hit you or something?" I shook my head, glaring at him defiantly. "I'm not going back because you want me to, all right? I'm going back because I want to find her and give her a piece of my mind. Let's go!"
I nodded, jumping up and tottering a little on my boots. I righted myself and grabbed the bag out of his hands, getting ready to throw in whatever I could find, not caring about the looks Griffin was throwing me. "We have to leave in about five minutes so grab whatever you can find," I told him, getting annoyed at him just standing there.
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A/N: So, there it was. How was it? Tell me in review because that'll just make me feel good! Anyway, I like it, and this was just the prologue, so it'll just get better from there!