One Direction FanFic- Protector of Mankind

Chapter 1

So, just a heads up, the point of view changes somewhat often so make sure to look out for that so you won't get confused. Also pay attention to the dates, that's important too.

Chapter 1

December 1, 2012

Lexi’s POV

Family, in the dictionary means a group consisting of parents and children living together in a household. But family is so much more than just living together, and it’s so much more than just sharing parts of your DNA. Family is where you’re cared for, protected, trusted, and it’s where you are loved unconditionally and my family of four was exactly that, a family, in every sense of the word.

 I know that most people say that their family is different, but my family really wasn’t like everyone else's family. We were entirely different, but I was glad we were different. We were unique...special you might say, perhaps even extraordinary. 

They were the half that made me whole, and I would love to tell a story about how we all lived happily ever after, but like most stories, there is a tragedy that causes a downward spiral in the lives of its characters. And a downward spiral is certainly what happened after the accident. 

 I suppose I should tell you a bit about my family before I get to the rough part of the story that always causes the words to get stuck in my throat. 

I grew up in your average middle class home in your average middle class neighborhood. My parents were your not so average middle class couple and I was their not so normal daughter. I was an only child for about 13 years until my baby sister, Kayla was born. 

She's four now and she's the most beautiful little child I've ever seen, I know it might seem like I'm biased, she is my sister after all, but she truly is perfect and I love her with all my heart. She has long wavy red hair, beautiful brown eyes, perfectly placed freckles and lovely cream colored skin and she is the most spoiled and treasured four year old I've ever met. There's not one person I know who could ever be angry with her or deny her what she wanted, she is truly the world's best con artist and she's only four. 

If I didn't know better I would swear Kayla is adopted,  she looks nothing like me. I'm dirty blonde, I have light brown eyes, light skin and absolutely no freckles or anything, unless you count the little mole on my stomach. I'm your average height for a girl I suppose, I stand right in the middle of my parents at a height of 5 '7. My dad was 5 '10, though he often claimed to be taller and my mother was 5 '4 but I think she might have shrunk a tad as she grew older.

When ever we went out as a family, my parents would always get asked if Kayla and I were adopted or if my mother dyed our hair since we all looked so different. We weren’t an ordinary family, that’s for sure, and our looks were just the surface of our differences from other families. My mother was Japanese and she was absolutely beautiful and other women were always jealous of how well she aged, at 45 she didn't look a day over 30. She was precious and lovely and she made new friends everywhere she went. My father was white to put it simply, he had black hair that had greyed with age and he was incredibly handsome. He did not age as well as my mother, the laugh lines in his face had grown deeper with age, but it somehow only made him more handsome. We certainly were an odd family, and they were my life, at least they were up until my 18th birthday.

On the day of the accident, it was raining and it was windy but dinner and movies was their tradition every other friday night and there wasn't a thing that would stop them from going, it was their "mommy and daddy" time and so I was left to care for Kayla, like always.

They always left at eight and were always home no later than eleven. I closed the door on them thinking this night would be no different, that nothing bad would ever happen, so Kayla and I walked them to the door at eight, and told them we loved them. They left and I got Kayla ready for bed and tucked her in at eight thirty on the dot.

I watched T.V. while I waited to hear that familiar knock on the door and sure enough at 11 o’ clock exactly I heard the thud, thud, thud, of a hand knocking on the door. I walked over to the door expecting my parents. Instead I was greeted by two tall men in uniforms as black as night, and there was a  badge pinned across each of their chests. 

It was then that I felt my heart start pounding against my chest so hard, it was as if my heart was a child trapped in a closet with not even the smallest sliver of light.

“Are you Alexis Collins?”

” Yes…” I answered slowly.

 “Can we come in?” they asked. And I thought, 'No, no you can't come in. Cops don’t just show up at your door step in the middle of the night to have a chat'.

So I kept my eyes trained on the ground, and spoke quickly when I said this “No, I’ve seen all the movies, I know how this works, you say ‘Are you Alexis?’ then I say ‘Yes, can I help you?’ then you say ‘Can we come in?’ I ask if you two would like some coffee and then you say ‘Yes that would be great, thank you’ so then I make the coffee and we all sit down and you say ‘Alexis, we have some bad news’. So since we’re all grown-ups here why don’t we just skip to the end?”

I felt a tugging on my pajama bottoms and looked down to see Kayla looking up at me and rubbing the sleep from her little eyes. “Lexi? Who are these men?” she asked me, she was holding her favorite stuffed animal in one hand, a white tiger I had gotten her when she came home from the hospital and she looked so innocent and I felt so wrong.

I bent down on both my knees and spoke to her with a voice I didnt know I still had. “Go back to your room Munchkin. Go back to sleep and I'll talk to you in the morning, kay?” 

She turned around without a second thought. "Okay" she said as she walked away.

"Miss..."

I slowly stood back up and faced the two men and I waited until they were done talking and then I cried like I had the whole ocean inside me.