I told mum everything.

I told her everything that Nick didn't want her to find out, in hopes that Nick would stay.

Mum is sitting with a cup of tea, looking rather serious in a chair. I sit balled into the couch. My face red from crying.

Soon, Nick walks in.

"Nicholas. Sit down. We need to talk." She says sternly.

"What happened?" He asks.

Then he looks to me and sees my red face.

"You didn't." He swears angirly.

"Sarah, Go to your room."

Mum says.

"You did! Didn't you?!" Nick screams.

"NICK SIT DOWN! Sarah go to your room, NOW." mum shouts.

I get up and run upstairs into my room, and slam the door.

I slide down to the floor and cry harder. Soon, I hear my mum and Nick screaming at eachother.

I run to my bed and try to block out the screams that terrify me.

I cry harder than I ever have, and I fall asleep.

The next morning I wake up, my face hurts. I get ready for school, tiredly and then go down stairs.

An eery tense silence fills the air.

I See no sign of Nick, so I just leave for school.

~~~

I wait for Nick like always. I don't know if he'll show up... But he's my brother. He's worth the wait.

After I'm about to give up and walk when I see Nick's car. I wave him down, and he glares at me through the open window as he drives right past me, leaving me behind.

I suddenly fall back in a slap of depression.

My brother, Nicholas O'Malley is my everything. And now It's like I'm nothing to him.

I see Alex's head stick out the car window, and look at me for a few seconds.

His expression looks shocked and his usually slicked back hair blew in the wind.

Once they were gone, I decided to walk to Alex's house.

After arriving, I find that their garage door is open, so I walk up slowly and find all the guys sitting around.

Alex is the first to spot me, and he slowly puts out his smoke.

"Mate," Matt says to Nick, who has his bass in his lap.

Nick turns around, his smile fading the second he sees me. He takes off his bass and stands up to face me.

"What're you doing here?" He says .

"I... Have no where else to go..." I say.

"Get out." He says.

"Nick where would I GO-"

"How could you! You are such a brat! I trusted you and you've blown it, you don't deserve to be my sister YOU CAN GO PISS OFF AND DIE!" he screams at me.

I stumble back a step, a tear rolling down my cheek.

"Don't fucking talk to her like that!!!!"

Both my and Nick's heads snap over to see Alex standing, staring at Nick with clenched fists.

"Who are you to tell me how to treat MY sister!" Nick shouts.

"Don't ...fucking...talk to her... That way." Alex repeats through clenched teeth.

"You want to fight mate?!" Nick shouts.

"Nick , no!" I say.

"Fuck off!" He screams at me.

In that moment Alex tackles my brother and they begin to wrestle and fight.

Jaime and Matt run over to stop the fight.

"Nick stop!" I scream.

The boys are able to pull them to their feet but not seperate them. I run forward just before Nick throws a punch to Alex's face.

The next thing I know, I'm on the ground.

I feel the blood run from my nose.

"Nick mate! Come back!" Jaime and Matt's voices fade in the distance.

"Sarah? Wake up, love!" Alex's voice rings through my ears.

I finally open my eyes to see a bloodied but concerned Alex.

Blood from just above his eyebrow runs down his face, and his lip is busted and there is slight bruising around his left eye.

I touch the blood from my nose and burst into tears.

"Oh no... Come 'ere,love." He says softly.

He scoops me up in his arms and I cry into his chest as he holds me.

I feel him kiss my forehead.

"You're okay... You're okay now... I've got you..." He repeatedly says to me, while rocking me back and forth and stroking my hair.

As much as I LOVE these gestures , all I can think of is that my brother hates me.

"Why does he hate me?" I cry.

"Shh... It's okay... You were just scared to lose your brother... It's all okay..." His deep voice rings. 

"Alex... What am I going to do?!" I cry.

"Well, first of all, you're going to stop crying." He says as he backs me up.

He puts his hands on either side if my face and looks into my eyes.

I nod slowly and attempt to stop my tears.

He wipes the last one away with his thumb.

He then sighs.

"Let's go get cleaned up." He says as he helps me to my feet.

He slings a heavy around my shoulders, both to keep me at his side and to help him walk.

He walks us into his bathroom.

"C'Mon." He says .

He startled me as he gripped my hips and lifted me so that I was sitting on the counter.

He sighed and got a rag. He covered it in water and began to clean up my face.

I tried to look down, but he raised my face by placing his other hand under my chin.

He stepped in between my legs to get closer.

Once he finished, he patted my leg.

"All clean." He said.

"Th-uh..thanks." I smile shyly.

"No problem love." He says.

He begins to clean himself but I stop him.

I grab his arm lightly.

"Let me do it..." I say. He looks at me for a moment, and then sits on the counter.

"Uhm... Maybe you should sit on the toilet. You're a little too tall up there." I laugh nervously.

He gives a light laugh and sits on the toilet.

I step in between his legs and begin to clean the blood off of his face.

I feel his eyes watch mine carefully and intently.

My eyes flick to his and then back to his wounds.

I see a smirk play on his lips.

It soon fades away when the look on my face goes from okay to depressed.

After I'm done I place my hand on his cheek to inspect my job.

"You're all clean." I say.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Nothing, nothing! " I say. I start to back away but he wraps his legs around mine, and pulls me towards him, causing me to sit on his lap.

He rests one of his arms across my Lap, as his hand lightly brushes my side. And his other arm wraps around my back.

I look at him, surprised.

"Now, tell me. What's wrong?"

I shake my head.

"I'm sorry, Alex." I say.

"Sorry for what?" He laughs.

"I caused this... If I had just pissed off like my brother said this wouldn't have hap-"

Alexs laugh cut me off.

"Sarah. No. You didnt cause this. I'm the one who tackled him. It was my fight." He says.

"But..." Then a new thought popped in my head.

"Why did you tackle him?" I ask.

"Cause he was talking shite to you." He claims plainley.

"Why should it matter though?" I ask.

"You're not just my best mates sister." He says.

"What?" I ask.

We stand up and he chuckles to himself.

He steps extremely close to me and bends down.

He presses his lips softly to my cheek.

He stays there for a few seconds before backing up.

He then walks out, without another word.