A/N-I DO NOT OWN THE NAKED BROTHERS BAND!

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Nat's POV

After dropping Rosalina off at home, and making sure she was okay, Alex and I walked back to our apartment.

"So you and Rosalina are like…dating, right?"

I tried to hide a grin. "Why? Who wants to know?"

"I want to know!" Alex said. "Are you dating or not?"

"Yes, we're dating."

"Do you love her?"

I stared at the ground in front of me, trying to think about my answer. Did I love Rosalina? "Yeah…I think I do."

"I like her," He told me. "She's nice, and pretty."

"Too bad, she's mine," I joked, looking at him.

"No, no, good I'm glad. You need someone like that around. She's good for you, I think."

"Yeah, me too." We walked up to the apartment, and I went inside first. The first thing I heard was glass shattering but before I could quietly back out of the apartment, it was too late.

"Where have you two been?!" Dad noticed we were home. He drunkenly stumbled over to the front hallway. "Well?" He asked as I cautiously shut the door behind Alex and me. "Where?" He demanded.

"We were–we were at school," I stuttered.

"You only have to be there six hours a day, how much more can they want you? Why would anyone want you two to stick around?"

I could see Alex out of the corner of my eye about to say something when I spoke before him, "It was my fault."

Alex looked at me, trying to hide his shock.

"I-I got detention."

Dad pounded on the wall, causing Alex and me to jump. "You got detention?" He asked furiously. "I don't spend money to send you there so that you can get detention."

"I-I'm sorry, my teacher isn't as understanding–"

"I. Don't. Care!" He snapped, storming over to us. I pushed Alex out of the way just before Dad grabbed me by my t-shirt and shoved me across the room.

Usually I would fight back, but I was still recovering from my dad's last rage and I was weak.

He stormed over to me again and pushed me to the ground. "I–don't–waste–money–on–idiots," He said, punctuating each word with a kick in my side.

I groaned in pain, gripping my side.

"Oh man up," He said, looking down at me with disgust. He grabbed my arm, pulled me to my feet, and then positioned me so we were face to face. "Now did you learn your lesson, or do I have to get the belt?"

"I-I learned my lesson," I managed to get out.

"Good, that's it for now. Now get out of my face! I'll finish you later."

I walked as quickly as I could to my bedroom where I found Alex sitting in my closet, crying and clutching my cell phone. "Alex…" I kneeled down in front of him, regretting it immediately. "It's okay…"

"No, it's not," He cried, shaking his head.

Suddenly my stomach lurched, and I could feel something rising in my throat. I got up as quickly as I could and ran into the connecting bathroom. I could hear Alex crying loudly over my getting sick. I forced the contents of my stomach back down my throat for a few seconds so I could console my brother. "Alex," I said, practically limping over to him. "You have to be quiet. You know how Dad feels about crying."

Alex slapped his hand over his mouth, muffling his sobs but not stopping the stream of tears down his face.

"It'll be okay," I coughed, feeling my stomach rise again.

"I-I–" He hiccupped. "called," He hiccupped again. "Rosalina."

"You did what?" This time I couldn't even make it to the bathroom and ended up throwing up in the garbage can near my desk.

"She's going to come and–" He hiccupped. "help us."

"No!" I said. "She'll get hurt," I coughed.

"I told her where to come up the fire escape," Alex said, still crying. "Dad won't know she's here."

I shook my head, willing my stomach to calm down. "Alex, you shouldn't have done that."

"I had to," He said. "You're hurt."

A quiet knock came from the window nearby and we both looked up to see Rosalina standing outside. I stood up, trying to look normal, walked over to the window and opened it. I helped her climb inside but said quietly, "You shouldn't have come here."

"Alex called, and he was crying. He said you were hurt."

"I'm fine," I lied.

She looked at Alex, who still had returned his hand over his mouth and was still sobbing. "Then what happened?" She asked, kneeling down next to Alex, but looking at me.

"My dad was drunk and I guess it scared him," I moved to kneel next to her, but it wasn't a good thing. My stomach flipped again, and I could feel it rising in my throat again, but I refused to throw up. Rosalina couldn't know. She couldn't see me like this.

She pulled Alex into a hug and he accepted immediately, hugging her tightly but still trying to quiet his crying. "It's okay, Alex…It'll be okay," She told him soothingly.

I could feel a burning sensation rising in my throat, and then I couldn't take it. I ran to the bathroom and released hopefully the last of whatever was in my stomach.

Alex sobbed in the closet.

"Shhh Alex, it's okay," I heard Rosalina say, as I walked back into the room. "You're not fine," She said, as I basically collapsed onto the ground. She carefully pulled away from Alex and crawled over to where I was laying. "Where are you hurt?" She asked, looking down at me.

"I'm not–"

"Where?" She demanded, giving me a look. It was then that I realized she wasn't going to play around.

I glanced down at my side.

"Can I…?"

I nodded.

She carefully lifted up my t-shirt and winced.

"Is it bad?" I asked, refusing to look down.

She slowly put my t-shirt back down. "I really think we need to get help."

"No, Rosie, you know why I can't do that."

"Nat, I don't think–"

Suddenly Dad started pounding on the door. "Open up, it's time to finish your punishment!"

I practically jumped up and threw myself against the door to keep my dad out. I quickly locked the door but I knew if he got mad enough he'd break the door.

Alex started crying again, Rosalina said something to him, and then she quickly ran over to help me block the door.

"Nat, I should tell you–"

"Open this door now!" Dad shouted from the other side of the door.

"Rosalina now isn't a good time for this."

"But you should know–"

Another pounding interrupted my father's and what sounded like a million footsteps stormed into the apartment. My dad stopped.

Alex stopped sobbing long enough for us to hear:

"This is the N.Y.P.D. put your hands where I can see them!"

We both backed off the door and I looked at Rosalina, who gave me a look of guilt.

What sounded like a bunch of men stormed into the hallway grabbed Dad and took him away. Someone must've noticed the door because a man shouted, "Is anyone in there?"

Suddenly Alex scrambled out from the closet and unlocked the door. He threw it open to reveal a police officer with his gun drawn. Alex retreated behind me and Rosalina.

"Are you kids okay?" The officer asked, putting his gun away.

I was too angry to speak so I just nodded, and put a protective arm around Alex.

"C'mon, there's an ambulance outside. We're taking all three of you in."

I followed the officer out first, with Alex glued to my back, and Rosalina followed behind him. He led us out of the apartment–which by the way was a mess–and out to an ambulance where Alex, Rosalina and I got inside.

They were currently checking out Alex, who was completely terrified by now. They'd already checked out Rosalina, even though she told them they didn't need to. I was sitting on one side of the ambulance, and her on the other. She kept looking at me apologetically, but I refused to budge. I was glaring. I couldn't help it. She did what she promised not to do. She broke my trust.

"Nat," an E.M.T said, breaking my thoughts. "Your turn."

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