The littlest Caniff

Chapter 2

" No he's not! Your not gonna fight him!!! Not like this "

Your just gonna let him get away from abusing you!?!?
" If we make him mad he can kick us out!! I can't sleep on the streets again! "

We can find our own place till mom and dad get out.
" Taylor that's in 36 months ! "

He punched the wall in anger.
His hand started bleeding and the wall had a small hole in it.

Kirsten covered her mouth in shock.
He grabbed his hand in pain.

Devon ran down the stairs.
What was that noise!? He hissed.
( Devon is our other foster sibling, he is 16.. A year younger than Taylor )

Nothing just go back upstairs, Taylor said while groaning in pain.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed the first aid kit, I walked back to him and sat him down.

I pulled out the wrap and Neosporin. I squirted the Neosporin on his knuckles and wrapped up his hand till I stopped seeing blood.

Thanks.
" Welcome "

Your in so much trouble, Devon said.
Who cares I will pay Mark back. He said.

And how are you gonna do that? Your poor.
Yeah but I get my check next week! Taylor hissed.

Whatever. Devon said while stomping back upstairs to his room.

I looked down.. Since He punched dry wall some dust was on the floor.

" Go clean it up " I demanded to Kirsten.

Fine! But this is the only time I'm doing something like this.
She went to the garage to get the broom and dust pan.

I turned to look at Him.
" What's for dinner tonight ? "

Whatever we find in the pantry, Mark isn't gonna cook anything tonight.

I rolled my eyes and dragged my feet to the pantry, I opened the door. All there was, was cans of corn, soup, stale cereal, and Mac & Cheese.

" Do you want me to make you Mac & cheese? " I asked him.
Sure, what kind though?
" SpongeBob "

My favorite! He said.
I started chuckling.

It was the microwave kind.
I poured it in an old bowl and started filling it up with sink water.

I put it in for a minuet and took it out.
I grabbed a spoon and started stirring it till all the cheese was mixed.

I poured it into two smaller bowls evenly and set them on the table.

Where's the forks? He asked.
" Don't be pushy, I'm getting them "

He raised his hands in defense.
We ate our food in silence and I started cleaning them so I don't get yelled at again.

The door opened and he stomped in.

Why are you guys still up? It's past your bedtime. He said annoyed.

It's 8:00, Taylor said.
What happened to your hand!? He turned and looked at the wall.

He turned boiling red.
Did you do this!!!!!!!?????? He yelled in anger.
Yes! Taylor snapped.
Do you think money grows on trees kid!?!? Huh!? Do ya!?!?

No!!!
You owe me every penny to fix that wall!
I'm getting my check next week!!! Taylor said annoyed.

Good now like I said.. Get your asses in bed!
I stomped upstairs with Taylor behind me.

I went into my room and slammed my door shut.

All of the lights were already off so I laid in my bed.

Everything was quiet till I started hearing rain drops hitting my window.. Then thunder.

I tried to close my eyes and sleep but I couldn't, I hate thunder.
My face slowly started getting wet.. Wait what?

I opened my eyes, there was a hole in my ceiling and I was getting wet from the rain.

" Ughhhh " I groaned.
I stumbled down the stairs, Mark was drinking a bud light while watching TV.

" Mark ? "
What.
" Umm.. My ceiling Has a hole in it and water is dripping all over me. "

He rolled his eyes.
" Can you fix it? "
No.
" Then what do I do!? "

He got up and walked into the other room, I waited for him by the stairs.
He came back with a roll of Grey duck tape.

He handed it to me.
Fix it with that.
" That won't work "

You don't know till you try it.
He walked back to his recliner chair and plopped down on it.

I walked back upstairs and to my room.
I threw the tape on the bed and laid on the cold floor.

My door cracked open, I sat up to see who it was. It was Taylor.
" What are you doing? " I whispered.

I heard you downstairs about your ceiling, come sleep in my room. He whispered back.

" We're gonna get in trouble "
Dude your my sister....
" Whatever " I said while getting up.

We tiptoed to his room, he laid in his bed and I laid at the part where is feet were.

He threw a blanket over him which covered me too.
" Ew your feet smell " I whispered while plugging my nose.

Whatever, goodnight.
" Goodnight "
I closed my eyes and started drifting off to sleep.
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WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING!? Mark screamed as loud as he could in our ears.

I quickly sat up and looked around me. I will still In Taylor's bed and it was morning.. Fuck.

Taylor sat up.
Why the fuck are you screaming!? He asked him.
I'm not having any sexual relations in this house!! He hissed.
" WERE SIBLINGS! Im sleeping by his feet ! " I don't believe you.
" JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Did I just say that?