AN: Wow. I'm so sorry these updates have been so lazy. I'll be publishing a lot more chapters today and tomorrow! Please leave comments on suggestions and tell me anything you would like to see in the next chapters:) Enjoy!
I couldn't believe it. My own brother. My best friend. Four. He almost hit me... Again. I walked like a zombie while Eric led me to my room, in a total blank state. I felt a shake and heard me name a few times before realizing I was being spoken to. "Madison, I need your keys to unlock the door." Eric said. I nodded and dug into my pocket and pulled out my lanyard with my keys on it. Eric opened the door and propped it open with his foot while he guided me inside. He sat me down on the bed, took my shoes off and laid me down on the bed. I wanted to stop him, I could care for myself, but I couldn't. Nothing would move no matter how much I wanted to. The tears had stopped and I just stared into space. "Madison?" I looked straight ahead. "Madison." He said it more sternly this time and I turned my head to look at him. "Are you okay?" He asked, holding my hand in his. I shook my head no. "I... I can't believe it almost happened again." Eric titled his head with an almost puppy dog face. "Mads, can you tell me what happened last time?" As he said that, I began to remember what happened. I was sitting in my room, I could hear Four and his ex girlfriend laughing and giggling in the room over. They had had a party that night, and there had been a lot of alcohol. Then, I was okay with Four drinking, but now... I can't think of him like that. I heard a knock on my door and opened it to a very, very drunken Four. "Madisonnnnnnn!" His breath reeked of beer and his eyes glazed over as he began to enter my room. "Four, you're drunk. Get out." I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the door. "Woah woah little sissssss" His words became slurred and almost hard to interpret. "Why can't I hang with my favorite sibling?" He hissed with his horrid breath. "Four, I'm your only sibling. Just get out over my room, drink some water, and go to bed." I said, tugging him a bit harder out the door. "Madison, let go of me, NOW." he snapped. I gave him a surprised look and released his hand. "Four, calm down, okay?" His eyes seemed to turn to fire and a stern face looked at me. He walked closer to me, leaning into my face. "You don't tell me what to do." I pushed him back and pointed to the door. "Out. Now." I said. But nothing worked. He pinned me into the corner and held me there. "Four, get off!" I raised my voice a little to let him know I was serious. "I said, you don't tell me what to do!" A hand fell across my face in a hard slap, echoing in my room. I winced at the pain and brought a hand to my face. Tears began to enter my eyes a run down my face. "Four.. Why did you do that?!" I cried, trying frantically to shove him off. "Oh no, you aren't going anywhere sis." He began to slowly hit me, pinch, bite, anything he could do to hurt me. Of course I fought back, but I was only 14, he was 18. And a boy. A strong one. I did all I could but nothing worked. After hearing my screams, my mother, father, and Four's girlfriend ran into my room. "FOUR!" My father yelled, ripping the smaller boy off of me and throwing him to the ground. My mother ran to me and held me close while Four's girlfriend said soothing words to me. Four and my dad got into a small fight but my dad easily won, holding him in the ground before knocking him out. "Madison!" Eric shook my shoulders and I was brought back to reality. "Are you okay?" I began to cry and tell him the story, about how Four had become a mean drunk and how it had taken me so long to forgive him. Eric's eyes widened wider and wider at every detail to the story. "But, after that he never drank again.. I was so surprised that he would ever drink again." Eric look bewildered. "I'm gonna kill him! Why would he ever lay a hand on his sister?" Eric stood up and began pacing the room. "Eric, stop. There isn't anything you can do now..."