Once I had finished up my business and flushed the toilet and washed my hands, I walked back to the dining table. Nobody was there anymore. Strange. I walked to Connor's door and heard shouting.
(C-Connor, CM-Connors Mum.)
C- You don't know her like I do mum! She needs to be here!
CM- Well not for much longer. When everyone finds out what are you going to do then?
C- Nobody's going to know where she lives now, only her brother and he doesn't care.
CM- We'll see about that won't we!
C- Please mum! Don't put her out!
I heard a loud slap and I ran to my room. I heard Connor's door slam and then crying. I couldn't do this any longer. I'd check on Con then get to it.
I walked into his room to find a puffy, red eyed, tear stained Connor sat on his bed. I saw a red mark going across his face. What had she done to him?! That was not called for, her own child.
Wrapping my arms around him and sitting down beside Con on the bed, I said "Are you okay?" Stupid question. Obviously he wasn't. "Yeah, I'm fine." he said, scratching his wrists. "Take off your bracelets." I whispered. He slowly nodded and took them off one by one, sure enough, markss were showing. I had been to absorbed in myself to notice how he was. I hate myself. I can't go forth with my plan until Connor's okay. "Why?" I asked.
"All I had was taken from me before I met you, and I was going to start picking up the pieces, but then she done that.." he trailed off, gesturing to his face and the red mark planted there.
"Aw Con!" I said and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. I knew he knew about me, so I didn't bother telling him again. "We'll both be here for eachother. Can you sleep with me tonight?" he asked, his eyes glassy, as if he was going to cry. He was looking down at his shoes. He was adorable. Wow.
"Yes sure!" I said and went off to change, then climbed back into bed with a shirtless and bottomless Connor, only his boxers to cover him. He wrapped his arm around me protectively and I snuggled into him, breathing his warm, welcoming scent. I felt him rubbing small, relaxing circles on my back and I drifted to sleep..
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Being James' Sister. (A Connor Ball fanfic)
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