It's Not My Fault.

Chapter 1

(Anne's pov)

"This is for the kids with the beaten in lips, whose parents try to shut them up using their fists-"

I should really change the song on my alarm.

"Get up lazy bum..." I whisper to myself.

I got up five minutes later with pain on my left thigh. Then I remember that my mother through a leg of a random chair at me, and it landed on my thigh; Where I just finished carving 'FAT' on it yesterday, anyways.

I'm Anne, eighteen year old guitar player and singer. I have long dark brown hair, blue eyes, I'm 5'8 I love rock music, I'm an out cast in my school, and I have the greatest friends someone could ever have. I take care of my little brother, Billy. He has light blonde hair, dark blue and green eyes, he's short for a five year old and is so adorable! Plus I go to Green Hill High in Chicago.

My animal of a big brother doesn't get up until six, so I better get going and get Billy ready for daycare.

I got up from my bed and went to Billy's room. Slowly opening the door to not wake up the two most craziest people in this house. I walked up to Billy's bed and shook him slightly until he began to move. Once his little dark blue/green eyes opened, he saw me.

"Hi Bubba." I smiled slightly at him, making sure he sees me. "Come on, let's get going before mama founds out we're not gone," I carry him to his closet and take out a pair of little jeans, a white t-shirt, a button up flannel and his small black boots. I walked up to his drawer and got his socks and under ware. "let's go get you a shower." he giggled while we walked to the bathroom.

"Stay here and don't touch anything. If you hear Brandon or mama coming, you hide in the cabinet." I point to the one in the far corner next to the closet where I hide a bat. "Take your clothes and put them inside the cabinet. Alright?" I finish. He nods nervously. He's scared. I would be too if I was a five year old in a house like this. I've protected Billy from my mom and my brother. He means my whole life to me.

"Alright little soldier. You know what to say what to say when they're going to hurt you. Tell me what it is." I wait for him to tell me.

"Nana, help they gonna huwrt me." He says proudly. I smile.

"I'll be right back." He nods and grabs his clothes to make his way towards the cabinet. I walk out of the bathroom and into the silent hallway. Listening to the sounds around me and around the house. I've learned how to listen for sounds from all around the house since I was six years old because my dad taught me how after he passed when I was sixteen.

I walk into my room and grab the stuff I needed for school and my clothes. Not forgetting my guitar. Looking at my stuff makes me realize that I forgot to grab Billy's stuff for the day. I walked towards his room and grabbed and empty bag from his closet and put in a few of his toys and snacks I take from the kitchen in the middle of the night. I got his bag and my stuff and walked into the bathroom. After I close the door I instantly hear whimpering. I swear if Brandon is there...

I turn around to be met with a shit faced Brandon. "What do you want Brandon?" I ask trying to calm myself down.

He just laughs. "Just had to take a piss." Really? He has is own private bathroom in his room.

"Really? A piss? You have your own bathroom you asshole!" I yell at him causing Brandon to look down at Billy who was crying.

"Oh shut it you midget!" He pushes Billy to the side making him hit the wall. I will fucking kill him..