The Alive Sister//JATP Luke(Discontinued)

Chapter 5: Christmas

TW: Slight mentions of abuse. I'll put a 'TW' at the beginning and end of the Trigger Warning.

Peter's POV: 

Finally, the day had arrived, one of the best days of the year. Christmas. 

I was woken up early by a little girl by the name of Sarah. Sarah is seven years old and my foster, soon to be adopted, sister. She's one of the sweetest and kindest girls I know. 

"Peter, wake up." She said happily as she shook me lightly. "It's Christmas!"

I Pretended I was asleep, and she moved to lie down next to me. I closed my eyes as I carried on pretending to sleep. 

"Pete wake up." She said, poking my cheek.

I snaked my arms around her and pulled her into a hug as she screamed and laughed. "Good morning." I said as I gave her a hug.

"Come on, mummy and daddy said we could open presents if I woke you up!" She said excited as she ran to the door. She may be seven and have the intelligence of an eight-year-old, but she always acted like she was five, and I loved it. 

My parents may not be hers, but she still calls them mummy and daddy and they love it. 

"Alright, alright." I laughed. "I'm coming." I got up and followed her downstairs. 

When we got to the tree, mum and dad were sitting on the couch with coffee in hand. "Good morning." Mum said.

"Morning mum. Morning dad." I smiled.

"So, are you going to tell her today?" Mum asked.

"I'm going to try to." I said, blushing badly. For a while now I have been plucking up the courage to tell Y/n that I like her, and I was thinking of doing it tonight. I'm not too sure how it's going to go but, hopefully not badly.

"Are we going to Y/n's later?" Sarah asked.

"Yep." I replied.

"Can we open presents now?" Sarah asked.

"Why not." Dad smiled.

I sat down next to the tree with Sarah next to me. I handed out the presents and started opening them (If this isn't how you do Christmas, feel free to change it, I just based it off of what my family do.)

I opened the first one and smiled. It was from mum, and she got what I asked for. "Thanks mum," I smiled, "I love them." It was a pair of vans, a pair of shoes I really liked. 

Sarah opened her first present and jumped around in joy and went to hug mum and dad. "Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU."  She repeated over and over again, hugging them. 

She sat down and started opening it. "Aren't you going to open your other presents?" Mum asked.

"Wait, I got others." Sarah asked. I felt really bad for her. When we first decided to foster her, the system told us about her past and let's just say it wasn't good.

TW:

She was abused and neglected quite badly, hit, kicked, punched, all that, so when she came to us, she was quite hesitant and shy. Scared we were gonna hurt her. But we would never do that. We were always careful around her, making sure to never raise our voice or hands in case she became scared. Another part of her neglect was never getting presents which is why she was surprised she got more than one.

TW: OVER

"Yeah, why don't you go open them." Mum gave her a sad smile. We carried on opening presents, mum and dad included. I got some books, cloths and a game.