Sisters Stick Together

-Chapter One-

"Dad's hitting Mom again, isn't he," Brianna asked, cracking the bedroom door open. Rebecca shrugged. "Yeah, but there's not much we can do. She continues to stay." Brianna looked back, her big brown eyes filling with tears. "Maybe we should call grandma, she'd know what to do." "Brianna, Mom hates grandma, she told us not to tell anyone," Rebecca told her younger sister. Rebecca and Brianna were four years apart in age, Rebecca being ten and Brianna six. Even at ten years old, Rebecca was filled with hatred and cold feelings. The only living thing she loved was Brianna, the light of her life. Brianna was innocent. She was the opposite of her older sister. Brianna had love for everything and everyone, including her father. Both girls had light brown hair, which was very long and silky, paired with big, equally brown eyes. Their eyes were very doll-like, seeming to have a thousand stories behind them. Their skin was naturally tanned, smooth to the touch except for the gashes in Rebecca's arms, and the dark bruise under her eye. Rebecca got into many fights at school and her grades were slipping severely. Brianna was doing fine in Elementary, except for the occasional rude glance that she hardly ever noticed.

Suddenly, a large crashing sound came from downstairs and Rebecca jumped up, pulling Brianna back from the door. "Mommy!" Brianna yelled, struggling in her sisters grasp. Rebecca dragged her sister into the closet and shoved her in there. She then looked at her sister with scared, tear filled eyes. "Stay here and don't make a sound." And with that she closed the closet door and tip toed downstairs.

Rebecca creeped to the corner of the wall next to the stairs. afraid of what she would see. She could hear her dads heavy breathing. She took a deep breath, then looked around. Her mom was laying face down on the floor, with shards of glass around her. Rebecca could see blood soaking through the back of her moms shirt. Her dad was standing over her, his back turned to Rebecca. "You should've listened bitch," her dad seethed through his teeth, grabbing her mom by the elbows and lifting her up. Rebecca watched as her dad made his way over to the counter, grabbing bandages and tweezers. She gulped, then slowly made her way upstairs. As soon as Rebecca placed her foot on the second step, it let out a loud creak.

Rebecca heard her dad stomp over behind her and stopped, dead in her tracks. "I knew it, you're such a nosy little bitch." She flinched. Bitch. Rebecca hated that word. Everyone called her that except Brianna. She snapped back to reality and glared at her dad, shoving him into a shelf. "Fucking little shit!" Her dad yelled, falling to the floor along with the broken bookcase. "Rebecca, what the fuck," her mom yelled, slowly crawling to her husband. He pushed her away and slowly got up. Rebecca knew what to do. She ran over and grabbed his head, bringing her knee to his balls at full speed. Rebecca let go, swinging her fist up and hitting him in the jaw. She backed up after landing on her feet, fists still clenched. To her surprise, her dad laughed. "See, I knew one of my kids would learn from me," he said getting up. "I didn't learn from you. I learned from myself. Obviously, I'm a lot better," she snapped, raising a brow. Her dad snarled. "You want to go there, you fucking brat?" Rebecca crossed her arms. "I heard about you fighting in school, just like me at your age. You really think you're tough shit, don't you?" "Maybe, and clearly I'm right," Rebecca told him, uncrossing her arms. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to bed. Please quit with the crashing noises so I can actually sleep tonight," she turned and walked back up the stairs, not saying another word. "Sweet dreams," Rebecca heard her dad yell as she left, finally letting tears fall.

"Rebecca," Brianna said softly as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca shut the door and locked it, then flopped down on their bed. She buried her face in pillows and cried. After a few minutes, she felt Brianna lay down next to her. "Hey, you wanna see something cool," Brianna asked. Rebecca looked at her sister with a tear stained face. "Yeah," she whispered. Brianna pulled out a weird looking device. "I found a flashlight and your old star night light while I was in the closet," she said, putting the device on the table at the end of their bed. She then got up and turned off all the lights. "Ready," she asked, going over to the device. "Ready as I'll ever be," Rebecca replied. Brianna flipped the switch. Instantly, the room filled with deep blue stars, slightly shifting around them. "It's beautiful," Rebecca whispered, wiping the tears from her face. "I know. So are you," Brianna said, wiping another tear from her sisters face. "Pretty girls don't deserve to cry." Rebecca laughed and then sniffled. "I should probably get in pajamas," she said, when she realized Brianna was already in hers. She got up and pulled a baggy light grey sleep shirt out of her closet. "I'll look away, I promise," Brianna said, covering her eyes. Rebecca chuckled before taking off everything except her underwear, chucking her clothes into the hamper. She heard Brianna giggle. "What's so funny," she asked as she fumbled with the shirt. "You have stars on your butt," Brianna pointed and laughed. Rebecca gave her a fake glare then laughed with her. After finally getting the shirt on, she climbed under the covers with her sister. Brianna wrapped her arms around Rebecca's waist. "What's wrong," she asked. Rebecca frowned. "Brianna, I'm just like my dad." Brianna raised an eyebrow. "No you're not. You're kind and caring, plus you actually play with me. Daddy just ignores me half the time." "Brianna, I get into fights at school. I punch people. Just downstairs I hit Dad. We hate him for hitting Mom, but am I really any different," Rebecca asked, beginning to cry again. Brianna nodded. "Trust me, you're different. Dad doesn't care about anybody. You do." Rebecca nodded, feeling her eyes droop, before falling into a deep sleep.