Right, as promised to a few people that wanted this updated next, here you go! I'm a little ill right now with a cold, I think it's going around school, but it won't stop me from uploading. It also won't stop me from sleeping all the way through RE class in school. I hope you enjoy this part! Also, don't worry, your ever so caring Onii-Chan will get his ass kicked eventually, just not now, unfortunately.

So, I hope you enjoy!

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Tino handed (F/N) a warm mug as she sat by the fire. She had heard the door close earlier and assumed Lukas and Mathias had gone out. Where to? She had a few ideas, she just hoped Lukas wouldn't do anything rash. She did notice he looked angry as she spilt every bit of her past. What was he going to do? Was he going to lock up her mother and brother, or hurt them like they'd hurt her? She had no idea.

After ten minutes of sipping her drink, warming up by the fire and chatting to Tino to calm her down, she finally got up. She was worried something happened to Lukas. What if they tried to hurt him? Mathias too, what if they got them both? What if..? She shook her head trying to rid her thoughts of Lukas and Mathias getting hurt.

She paced around the house for a while; she was trying to gather her nerves. She couldn't sit around like this while they were out there for her! She was terrified, but she had to do something. She would rather die than go back to that house, but.. it was for him, she could do it for him. She took a deep breath and wrapped her scarf around her neck. She pulled on her boots and stood up, ready to leave the house. Before she could turn the doorknob, she caught sight of a not stuck in the letterbox. Pulling it free, she opened it up with curiosity. It had her name on it, so it was addressed to her; hopefully, it wasn't her brother.

(F/N),

Meet me at the park near the lake, I want to talk to you about something.

-Lukas

(F/N) took a sigh of relief upon seeing Lukas's name at the bottom of the piece of folded paper. She wondered why he hadn't just talked to her at the house but maybe he wanted more privacy away from the nosey Mathias. She left the note in the letterbox and set out to the park. It didn't take long to get there; there was some light snow that fell to the floor and covering over the footprints that other people had left. The park had a few children playing in the snow while their parents watched and chatted with each other. (F/N) smiled lightly as she passed by. The lake was just left of the park, a little away from it. The children soon went out of sight as (F/N) went through some bushes to get to the lake.

No one was there.

She looked around for a bit until she decided to just stand by the frozen over lake. The ice was thin but quite beautiful. It was a light blue and snow patches quickly covered it, soon she'd have no idea where the lake was. She took a few steps away from the lake and shoved her hands in her pockets to get a little warmer. Her breath came out in small puffs of white steam. Lukas was late, so she'd just have to wait a little longer for him.

After a while, she heard footsteps on the snow and eagerly turned around to meet the face of Lukas. But no, the face she met made her stomach drop and made her face go even paler. Her old scars began to sting from the memories she'd finally ran away from.

It was her brother.

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Stood outside the old, slightly run down house was Lukas and Mathias. Both on edge and ready to attack at any moment. This was (F/N)'s home. Old home. She didn't live here anymore, Lukas didn't want her to live in such a place like this. Her new home was with him and his brothers. He carefully edged towards the door and turned the doorknob. Surprisingly it was open. The door creaked loudly as he opened it making him cringe. Hopefully, no one heard that. He didn't hear any oncoming footsteps. He signalled for Mathias to follow but he was already close behind with a grin on his face; he was loving the action admittedly.

They both crept further into the house, listening to the static of a TV and the creaking of the floorboards they walked on. There was beer bottles scattered around the floor, some empty, some full and some half drank. There was even blood on the floor. Lukas clenched his fist, it was (F/N)'s but it was dry and old. He and Mathias edged further into the house, eventually going up the stairs after finding the whole bottom floor empty and silent. But the top was the same. So was the garden and so was the rest of the whole house.

In other words, no one was home.

They found the attic too. As they made their way up, they were clouded with loads of dust. No one had been here for years it has seemed; but they had, someone was living up here.

(F/N) was.

There was no furniture and the floor was dirty and dusty. The roof leaked and in some spots the floor was damp. In the corner was a blanket and a couple of items. Hopefully, there weren't any spiders up here.

"Why the hell would someone sleep up here? It's full of dust!" Mathias questioned. Lukas knew. He knew from (F/N) that she'd been treated awfully and of course what was the most awful place she could've slept; the attic. Walking closer to the blanket on the floor, he picked up a photo in a smashed frame to see what it was a photo of.

In the frame was a slightly, faded and old picture of a man and a younger looking version of (F/N). It wasn't hard to tell that was her dad; he looked like a good man, kind with a smile and bright eyes. He had his arms wrapped around (F/N), his chin atop her head. Though the thing that broke Lukas's heart was how (F/N) looked. Not because she looked bad, but because of how happy she looked.

How happy she used to look.

Her smile was bright, a wide grin with rosy red cheeks. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts so her arms and legs were clearly visible; there were no scars. Lukas turned to Mathias to see him looking at him expectedly. He tossed him the photo to answer his question he'd asked earlier.

"It was (F/N)'s room. Look." He said. Mathias looked at the photo and frowned. He thought the same thing as Lukas presumably. "We should get back now, (F/N) is going to want her things back from her old house. He picked up the dusty blanket on the floor (which was the only other thing in the room), though it was old, it still looked well used and precious. Something a child would hang on to through their life. This blanket had patterns all over it, it was torn and bloody in a few places but it could be washed.

With that, the two left the house and headed back home. The whole point was to get (F/N)'s brother and mother so Lukas could somewhat quell his anger for what they did to her; all it did was make him angrier though. They'd have to go back tomorrow.

When they finally arrived home, Lukas was expecting (F/N) to be sat at the fireplace and that she would come to meet them at the door like she usually would when Lukas went out. He found it cute how she got nervous when he went out like that, though he'd never said so. But only Tino greeted them with a smile.

"Welcome back!" He paused and glanced behind them both, a look of confusion on his face. "Is (F/N) not with you?" He asked. Lukas instantly felt panic rise in his chest. She wasn't home? Then where was she!?

"I though she was at home, she wasn't with us." He stated, trying to hide the panic in his voice. Tino shook his head.

"She left a few minutes ago, I though she went to look for you." He explaine, a look of concern crossing his face.

"No-"

"Hey Nor look!" Mathias said from behind him. Lukas turned around and a note was shoved into his hand. It was to (F/N) from himself. He instantly dropped the blanket in his hands and shoved past Mathias to get through the door.

"H-Hey where are you going?!" Tino shouted hoping Lukas, who was already half his way down the street, would hear him. He did and briefly turned around.

"Stay here, I have to go somewhere!" He yelled, disappearing into the fog and faint snowfall, leaving his two brothers confused.

For once in his life, Lukas was scared. Scared for (F/N). He wasn't there to protect her, she could be hurt right now, she could be dead- but no! He shook his head, he didn't want to think about that, he had to focus on getting to her.

He hadn't left that note, her brother had.

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