My Saviour

(2) 'You should care about your family'

Chapter 2 - Kian’s POV.

“KIAAAAAAAAAAAAN WAKE UP!” My personal alarm clock yelled, also known as my 4 year old baby sister Lilly, speaking of which, that stupid girl is bouncing on my bed. She thinks I’m asleep, well, this will be a surprise then. I swiftly sat up and grabbed her legs, swinging her over my shoulder as she screamed out in shock and surprise, she then attempted to punch my back.

“You won’t be able to hurt me sis” I laughed, walking out of my room and into her room, which is opposite mine on the second floor. I placed her down on her bed and tickled her whilst she squirmed with laugher.

“Beg for mercy!” I continued my tickle war.

“Never!” She laughed.

“You sure?” I questioned once more.

“Okay mercy! Mercy!”  She yelled out with tears of laughter rolling down his face.

“One day I’ll beat you Kian, one day” She crossed her arms and stuck her tongue out at me.

“I’ll be waiting for that day baby sis” I ruffled her hair, kissed her forehead and walked out of the room. My baby sister means everything to me. I have three sisters, the eldest one being 23 years old and engaged. Her name is Kate. She lives with her fiancé. My other sister is Jessica, she is my moody teenager at the age of 14.

I quickly went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth whilst looking at my face. No I’m not conceited. My blue eyes were staring back at me. I had light brown hair, quite fair skin and a muscular build. I saw that I also had slight stubble. Well I need to shave that, but another day.

I jogged down the stairs in just my boxers and wife beater, coming face to face with my father laughing, all decked in a smart blue suit, paired with a clean ironed white shirt and a blue tie and obviously his “smart shoes” as he calls them. I screwed my lips up in distaste. Opposite him was another one of his clients, all suited and booted aswell, and together they were laughing over something business-related, which is probably stupid, and sipping their stupid cups of coffee. A smirk formed on my face, walking around in just boxers will definitely piss off my father.

My father; aka Dave Brooks is the brand ambassador (founder) of one of the most famous clothing brands in the world; Amour.

Yes it’s French.

Not-so-fun-fact: It means love.

“Good morning Kian” My father acknowledged me and sent me a glare, haha just the reaction I was looking for.

I just ignored him and walked straight past him and into the kitchen, where my little brother Connor was eating his cereal, quite messily may I add. You’d think a 12 year old would understand by now how to eat a bowl of cereal and not have milk dripping all over his face and a cheerio stuck to his lip. What an idiot.

 “Dude, haven’t you learnt how to eat yet?” I asked him as I grabbed a bowl of cereal for myself and sat down, pouring the milk in.

He looked up at me, blinked twice, then started eating again. Okay then. I munched on my food quickly and checked the time. It’s 8, shit, I have half an hour to shower and get to school.

I ran upstairs, being thankful I was fit and had the quickest shower ever. I put on a pair of dark jeans, a flannel and my converses. I ran down stairs, grabbing my bag and my keys but bumped into my mother; Karen Brooks. Even after 7 kids she looks stunning.

“Late again?” She bit back a smile. I nodded, pecked her cheek and ran out, jumping into my red Ferrari. Dad would take Connor and Lilly and the rest of my brothers can drive themselves which is why they ditched me and I was late. I had about 7 minutes to get to school so I started the engine, loving the roar it makes and sped down the streets, zooming past all the houses.