1994;
Malia's POV:
My family and I just moved to Pittsburgh. I'm only 7 years old and I have two older brothers. My parents got a job transfer out here and are never home. Since it's summer I'm stuck at home with my brothers. I hate my brothers, they always push me around and sometimes, Sebastian will punch me and kick me, and sometimes Jerry will do the same, I hate having older brothers, especially when they're twins.
One day when I was out walking around the neighborhood I was pushed from behind and smacked my head on the concrete. I turned around to see Sebastian and Jerry. Jerry held my head to the ground and Sebastian stepped on my back. My 13-year-old brother was standing on me. I started screaming so he got off me. I went to stand and they knocked me off my feet and this time I hit the back of my head. They were laughing so I got up as fast as I could and ran, they were faster than me but I still made a little distance. Sebastian tackled me to the ground and I was now covered in road burn. I started crying as they started kicking me, I screamed as loud as I could when Jerry took out his blade that his father gave him. Out of nowhere, these two kids came running over. They didn't look much older than me, the one with light brown hair helped me to my feet and made sure I didn't fall. The other boy with dark brown hair stood in front of both me and the other boy.
"Get out of here kid," Jerry said.
The boy with dark brown hair spoke up. "Why are you doing this to her?"
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Just get out of here kid."
"Don't call me kid." His voice deepened and got more stern.
Jerry laughed and shoved the boy. "Just get out of here."
The boy shook his head. "You should not have done that."
"What, this?" Jerry spoke and went to push the boy again when he grabbed his arm and twisted it behind Jerry's back. He kicked Jerry in the back of the knee and when Sebastian went to punch the boy, he dodged it and grabbed his arm, he elbowed Sebastian in the face then chest and pushed him to the ground.
Both of my brothers laid there, the boy walked up to me and spoke. "Are you ok?"
I nodded and felt a drop of blood fall down my face. The boy pulled off his grey shirt and gently placed it on my forehead to stop the bleeding. "Come with us." He said. They both helped me to a house just a few feet away from where I was just beaten. The boy with light brown hair went running inside and the boy with dark hair was holding my shoulders to make sure I didn't fall over. A few minutes later the light-haired boy came back outside with a woman. She walked over to me and had me sit down on the grass. "What's your name sweetheart?"
"Malia," I spoke.
"Hi Malia, I'm Carol. These are my sons, Brendan." She said looking to the light-haired boy. "And Thomas." She said looking to the dark-haired boy. "Brendan said someone hurt you, who was it?" She asked.
"My brothers, Sebastian and Jerry." I pointed to my half brothers that were starting to get up off the street.
She nodded, "You're safe now Malia. How about we get your head all cleaned up?"
I nodded and she spoke again. "Ok, Brendan go get some bandages. Tom go get some rubbing alcohol, be careful not to wake your father."
Both boys went into the house. "So Malia, how long have you lived in The Burgh?"
"Just a few days. My parents got a job transfer here." I replied.
She nodded, "So you live in this neighborhood?"
"Yeah, that house right there," I said and pointed at the house diagonal to theirs.
"Ok, and are your parents at work?"
I nodded.
"Ok, when do they get home?"
"Not until tomorrow morning," I replied.
She nodded. "Ok, well you aren't going back there, you can stay with us if you'd like."
"Really?" I asked.
She smiled. "Really."
The boys came running back outside and handed Carol the supplies. "Is there anything else you need mom?" Brendan asked.
"No Brendan, this is all." She replied taking the shirt I had pressed to my forehead.
He nodded, "Ok, I'm going over to Franks for a bit."
"Ok, Brendan be safe," Carol replied.
She put some rubbing alcohol on the shirt and gently put it to my head. It burned and I scrunched up my nose. Thomas sat down next to me and took my hand. When it really burned I squeezed his hand gently. Carol finished cleaning out the cuts on my arms and put bandages on them.
"Alright, there you go Malia." She said and stood back up.
I smiled and hugged her, "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Tom, take her to your room and get her a change of clothes."
He nodded and walked into the house with me behind him. He led me down the hallway and up the stairs, they were really steep but I managed. At the top of the stairs, we walked straight into his room. He turned to his closet and I looked around and noticed that the room was symmetrical.
"You can sit on my bed if you want," Thomas said.
I sat down on the bed to my right and looked at my hands. After a few moments, he walked over to me with a pair of white shorts and a black top. He handed them to me and spoke. "I'll go downstairs so you can change."
"Thanks, Thomas," I replied and watched his face scrunch up. My face went pale. "I-I'm sorry."
He scuffed. "No, you didn't do anything wrong, just, call me Tommy."
"Ok, thank you, Tommy." I smiled.
He laughed and went downstairs. I stood up and took off my tore up white blouse that had bloodstains on it. I saw that I had bruises forming on my rib cage. I put on the black shirt and then I took off my jeans and put on the white shorts. They went just past my knees but it didn't look bad on me. I grabbed my jeans and blouse and went downstairs, I threw away my shredded clothes and went to find Tommy. He was outside on the deck, they had a nice house. I walked outside and sat next to him.
He smiled, "Hey, Malia."
"Hey."
We started talking about everything and anything. It felt like we had only been talking for a few minutes but, it was actually three hours. Tommy is really funny, and we are in the same grade for school. We are both going to be in 3rd grade. I told Tommy about how I skipped a grade when we lived in Detroit.
"Kids, dinner time," Carol called.
We went back inside and Tommy grabbed an extra chair for me to sit in. I sat next to Tommy and Carol. When I sat down Brendan and another boy walked inside. They both came and sat down, the boy with black hair was sitting in between Tommy and Brendan. Then there was an empty chair between Carol and Brendan. We ate and that chair never got filled.
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After dinner, I helped Carol wash the dishes and then went to find Tommy. He was laying on his bed watching TV with Brendan and the black-haired boy. I went and sat on Tommy's bed and set my head down on the wall, we were all talking and laughing, I got really tired and shut my eyes and started dreaming.
Tommy's POV:
I looked over to see that Malia had fallen asleep, I looked at the clock to see that it was already 10:30. "It's time for bed guys," I said.
"Yeah, I agree. I'm tired." Frank replied.
Brendan nodded and they both got under the covers. I picked Malia up carefully and set her head on the pillow. I put the covers over her and myself, I laid on my back and fell asleep.
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Sparta ~Tommy Conlon
Fanfiction[UNEDITED] [Triggering Topics] Tommy was my best friend when we lived in Pittsburgh, we had been friends our whole life. But at age 16 he and his mother were going to leave and move across the country. Tommy asked me to go with them and I did. We we...
