West Brooke High

13

Flashback

A few months ago, I got a call from social services. They said Alexis and Alissa had to see me urgently.

Of course, I got there as soon as possible. When I arrived, a women directed me towards a room. She opened the door and there they were. Two angels, sitting on a beige couch. I walked towards them and they had an expression of pure fear, sadness and sorrow but relief. Relief that I was there with them. I looked at them and tried to piece together a puzzle. The woman, who led me here, closed the room door, to give us privacy.

Something snapped in me and my overprotective sister side came into full power. But the first step is always comfort.

I crouched down in front of them and held out my arms, offering a hug. They gladly agreed and all I felt was dampness from their tears. They wouldn't stop and I became aggravated. Who made them this upset? What must be going through their minds? Have they been bullied? When did this bad thing start because by the amount of tears, I'm sure they've been going through shit for quite some time now? Where have they been staying? Whom have they been staying with?

They stopped crying and then they said the words I thought they would never utter

"Dad... well ummm Mark has been abusing us and told us not to tell anyone, but we're scared" Alissa said with a shaky voice.

Anger rose within me.

I tamed my anger and decided that right now, they need to cheer up a bit. They needed someone to show them that someone still cared for them. Someone will still protect them.

I took them out for ice cream and made them laugh and smile. It was the least I could do. When I returned them home, I was greeted by Mark. I confronted him and tried to tell him to stop "bullying" my sisters. That didn't go to plan. Mark threatened me. He told me. He promised me. He said that if I tell anyone about his abusiveness, especially social services, he would kill Alexis and Alissa. He then said that he would give them an extra beating that night for telling me. Without thinking, I punched his face and told him to never lay a hand on my sisters again, but god knows what happened that night, after I left.

Later that night, I had to think of some form of method to save my sisters. I couldn't tell anyone because they forced me to promise them I would've tell anyone. But I couldn't hold back. I couldn't just sit there, doing nothing, whilst that douche, Mark, was abusing my sisters.

I took out a pen and paper and listed possible things I could do.

1) Just break my promise and tell social services
2) Beat up Mark- after all I did take up martial arts and I still go to the gym
3) tell Andrew to adopt Alissa and Alexis.

I asked Andrew but Andrew had to sadly decline. Alexis and Alissa were only 9 and Andrew was never really at home and Liam and I couldn't look after the two. Noah was going to go to collage in a few weeks, so he wasn't available. Andrew had promised my mum to never keep a maid or nanny and he was bound to keep his promise, even after her death. Of course I didn't tell Andrew about the twins being abused because I promised and because of that, I didn't have a good enough reason for him to adopt them.

On that Saturday, I went to Bowling Bananza.
Now, remember how I told you that part of my story starts from this place? Well, more than one event started at this place

My mom and dad met at this place and fell in love here. That's the main starting point of my story. If my mum wasn't forced to come here by her friends, my mum and dad would never have met. This place held so many sentimental value, so as a family, we came here often with is why and how I have killer bowling skills.

In times of hardships, I came here to reminisce. It was the only place strong enough to remember the good memories.

I went to the bowling alley, and that's where I met Isabella. I was in the restroom and I overheard her talking about some drug deals. Then things escalated and she saw me ears dropping. She introduced me to James and that's how we met and that's when he offered me a job. I gladly accepted. When he asked why I was so reluctant on the job I told him you whole story. Something inside of me compelled me to tell him. I just knew I could trust him. Surprisingly, he knew my father and mother and he had been following my movement because he knew my potential as a drug dealer. He knew what I could offer. Loyal service. Hard work. He knew I knew martial arts and that I had recently taken up boxing. He knew the ins and outs of the side of town I really come from. He knew my motive.

Finally, I had a plan to protect my sisters. A plan I was certain would work.