I made Zac´s and Ryan´s last name myself as well, because I couldn´t find it anywhere. If you read this story, please review.

Zac and Ryan

Eight year old Ryan Finagan was hiding in the cupboard under the stairs. He could hear his twin brother Zac yell from the kitchen. As their mother- Karen was hitting and kicking Zac. Ryan didn´t see the fight, but he had seen it so many times, he knew what happened. He knew that Zac lied on the kitchen floor, begging Karen to stop. But Karen didn´t stop. She never did.

Ryan looked down, to the phone he held in his hands, he had sat here so many times, listening to Zac´s whimpering and his mum´s shouting. Ryan knew that Zac also had sat here several times. He looked down on the phone again, Ryan was the only one who knew that this phone was his. He had saved all his pocket money for about a year, and now he had it. Would he be brave enough to call this time. He didn´t know.

"What would Zac have done for you?" Ryan asked himself. And then he rang 999,

"She´s hurting my brother." He whispered when someone answered. "She´s hurting Zac."

"Who is?" the man asked.

"Mum is." Ryan answered

"Come out Ryan" Ryan could here mum shout. "Come out and play."

"Gotta go" Ryan whispered and hid the phone.

Before he had time to hide it, the door to the cupboard opened and his mother pulled him out from there.

"Have you called the police?" Mrs. Finagan, asked. Cause if you did, I´m gonna give you hell.

Ryan nodded.

Mrs. Finagan pushed Ryan so he fell over. And then started kicking his ribs. Ryan begged her to stop, but then he saw her hand get closer to his face, and then… Everything went black.

Five hours later, in the hospital.

"Ryan," Zac whispered. "Ryan please wake up."

But Ryan didn´t woke up, he just lied there, in the hospital bed, eyes closed.

The door to Ryan´s room opened and a man, in the early middle-ages came in.

"Hi kiddo." The man said. "I´m Mike Milligan."

"I´m Zac."

"Is this Ryan?"

"Yes."

"I heard, that your mother did something terrible to you and Ryan."

"It wasn´t her fault."

"mm"

"It was mine."

"No it wasn´t" Mike said and putted his arm around Zac´s shoulders, as the tears came streaming down his face.

"Yes it was. If I had just do as she told me, then she never would have beaten me up, then Ryan never would have called the police, and then mum never would have beaten him up."

"It wasn´t your fault. Your mum made this herself."

"If Ryan dies, I will never forgive myself. We have always stayed together.

"It wasn´t your fault." ´Mike grabbed Zac´s shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes. "It wasn´t. I promise."

"I can´t live without Ryan."

"Ryan will survive."

"But where will we go now, mum will go to prison, and our dad´s dead."

"That´s why I´m here. The hospital called me, a few hours ago. I work at a place called Stowey House. It´s a care home. You can choose, to follow me back there now, or stay here. But when Ryan wakes up, you will go there."

"I wanna stay with Ryan."

"That´s OK." Mike stood up, I got the night-shift at Stowey House, so I gotta go now. But I´ll be back when you guys can come out of hospital.

Zac nodded.

When Mike had left, Zac laid his head on Ryan´s bed. He held Ryan´s hand. And he said.

"Did you hear that Ryan. It´s gonna be alright. You´ve just gotta wake up." Then he fell asleep.

"Zac" Zac woke up when he heard someone call his name, and Ryan moved.

"Zac" he said.

Zac stood up and ran, the fastest he could out in the hallway.
"He´s waking up." He shouted. "Ryan´s waking up.

Then he ran back to Ryan´s bed.

"It´s alright, Ryan." He said. "Everything will be alright."