There for you

Chapter 1

（okay I wrote the first few chapters A LONG TIME AGO, and I just want to let anyone who is reading this, that the content only gets better and to hang in for the first few chappies. I have so much planned for this book and I want people to share it with! Thanks, you can read now. That is if I haven't already bored you to death ;))

Okay. This is my first story in Wattpad, and I hope everyone likes it!!

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Chapter 1... Chrissie

"...Stop... Stop... PLEASE...Stop!" I wake up shaking and I notice I've been crying in my sleep. It takes me what seems like hours to realize I'm not... dead.

I take a quick look in a mirror in the long and white hallway. Geez, I'm a mess. My hair, chocolate brown waves, fall a little above my elbows in a heap of tangles, and my boring washed out green eyes are puffy and red around the edges from my tears.
Still sleepy, I groggily go downstairs to my brother, who is sitting on the black leather couch dad had installed about a year ago, when he was here. Tucker is looking at me with sympathy swimming in his beautiful sea green eyes. I guess he heard me. Great. And the routine begins, now.

He gets up and wraps his arms around my small frame, at an attempt to comfort me. "Chrissie, what was this one about?" My older brother, Tucker questions in almost a whisper. He has yet to get used to my frequent nightmares. I've had them ever since the funeral.

"What's for breakfast?" I ask, completely ignoring his question, as I quickly untangle his arms from around me. I always shy away from his hugs. He has an apron on, and it's nearly fallen off and has flour and water splattered down the front. He really gets into cooking.
Tucker understands I don't want to talk about it, and thankfully answers my question. "I made pancakes! Sit, I'll serve us." He goes to the cupboard; and when he stands up, Tuck is like a human skyscraper. He gets out two cups and two paper plates, and then sets them on the island where we will eat, just like every morning. He loves to cook, and he's real good at it too. He's gotten into it more ever since mom died.

I sit in one of the two clear glass stools with silver linings on the seat. Just then I notice for the first time in months how tired his eyes are -not from sleep, but from life. I can tell he's doing everything he can to hold it together for me, and not crumple to the floor with agony and grief- and his light brown wavy hair has got flour in it. I hold the plate he set out, so Tucker can push the plump, and if I might add, delicious looking pancakes onto my plate.
"These look amazing, Tuck! Thanks." I use my shiny, silver fork to pick up a piece of my pancakes I had cut up, and stuff it into my currently salivating mouth. Yum.

"I hope so. I spent a whole ten minutes slaving over them! Hey, do you want a glass of milk? Orange juice?" He steps to the fridge and opens it. "Actually, it looks like we'll both be having water this morning. I guess I'm going to stop at the grocery store later, you want anything?" Tucker is trying hard to act normal, but normal it this house is so far from it, that it sent everyone who was ever close to us away. He grabs the cups and fills them both with ice and fresh water.

"Um, yes. Could you pick up those double stuffed Oreos please! And also can you grab some paper towels... and I need you to get-" He cuts me off.

"Actually, I think you ought to just write a list... I'll forget otherwise. Okay?" I nod, and at that, he sits and stuffs his face with his pancakes, and finishes off with a big swig of cold water. I do the same and go upstairs to get ready. What am I going to wear to school today? It's the first day of sophomore year, and also the first day of school that mom won't be able to drive me there.

It breaks my heart and I want to fall to my knees and sob, but it has been long enough for me to realize that it will not do anything except give me a headache and make me feel even more childish than I already am. I walk to my closet and expect to see the same boring wardrobe as every morning, when I notice there is a new- adorable- pink floral dress and a thin brown belt to go with it hanging in a place where the generous giver made sure I'd see it right away.

"Tucker!?" I love him, I'm grateful for him. -But he didn't need to buy me a dress- After all, if he weren't here, and helping me get through this, I'd be all alone. Dad left when mom was diagnosed with stage four kidney cancer-I think him leaving made her die faster. He meant a lot to her- Tuck should be in college now, but he decided to stay here and care for me until I turn eighteen. He put everything on hold to make sure I didn't have to be taken care of by foster parents. He told me he didn't want me to be one of those children that don't have anyone to care for them, because I'm not, I have him. It's been exactly three months since mom died.

Yes, she died during the beginning of summer. Sucks right? Yep, while every other girl my age was having a sleepover, partying and having the time of their lives, I was crying in my brothers big comforting arms and holding my mommy's cold limp hand, while she was having the end of her short forty-four year life. She had been fighting cancer for nearly two years and then she was torn away from me and Tucker faster than you could snap your fingers.
Tucker interrupts my thoughts and comes bursting in through bedroom door and that's when I realize how violently I'm shaking... and crying... I'm crying hard. "I heard you call my name then a cry and-" he sees me on my knees wailing. He runs over to me and for only the second time since mom died, I welcome his big arms around me and rocks my shaken body gently back and forth.

"It's time for a change." He holds me like this while I continue to weep. It is at this moment that I realize he is not just talking to me, but himself also.

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