Alfred and Amelia Jackson where walking down Brooklyn street just talking. "Amy?" That's what Alfred called her for short. They where as close as two people could get without sex. "Uh," she looked over at her brother and smiled, "What is it?" Alfred's lips curled into a smile, "You know I'm always going to be here for you," he paused, looking into his sisters eyes, completely serious, "right?" This threw Amelia off. Of 'course she knew that he was there for her and that he loved her, and she knew he knew the same about her loving him. "Yeah, of course!" she smiled, "Why wouldn't I?" Alfred didn't say anything, but he did change the subject. "Hey, I'm going to go get us some ice-cream, okay? I'll be back in ten minutes." He gave her a hug before walking.
Amelia took this chance to pull out her phone and text her dad telling him they'll be home soon. As soon as she sent the message, a force pulled her back, covering her mouth from screaming. Alfred saw this as he was walking back, only to be beat up by two men, leaving him on the side walk, and Amelia Helpless.
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(This is my story, and I'm working on for a convention I'm going to. :D - Taylor)
(Edit: This is not the usual writing I do, but, I need people to tell how it is. I'm going to convention: May 3 and I need to know, thx)
