19 | Broken promises

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UNEDITED

Somewhere along the line, Tyler had made it his mission to protect his little sister. The two kids grew closer and the bond they had grew stronger. They would often be mischevious and pull pranks on the maids,  much to Mr. Walter's amusement.

"Dad, can I drink coffee?" Tyler, now 13, had asked one day while eating breakfast.

"No."

"Why not? You drink it every day," Tyler pointed out, folding his arms across his chest.

"Cappuccino," Livia said, cutting a pancake, "A cappuccino might be tasty."

"I already told you kids, no coffee. Its for adults. You two can drink other things."

"Like what?"

"Yeah, what?" Livia chimed in.

"Like orange juice. Or strawberry milk."

"I like strawberry milk," Livia noted.

"See, its better to drink what you like."

"But we want coffee."

"No."

"Then..." Tyler started out, shooting a grin at his little sister.

"We can have ice-cream?" Livia finished, grinning back at him.

"Yes, yes, you can," Mr. Walter said, glancing at his watch. Afterall, it was a better alternative. "Now I have to go. Mr. Lin, please drop them off to school."

Mr. Lin nodded, as he headed out.

Once Mr. Walter was gone, the two kids turned to the butler, who was already dreading what they were planning.

"Mr. Lin," Livia called, smiling at him.

"You heard that didn't you?" Tyler asked.

The butler nodded, and the two kids grinned at each other. He sighed at their mirrored expressions.

When Mr. Walter got home that day, he found them watching a movie, a tub of ice-cream in between them. He thought nothing of it, until he had tried it after they went to bed that night.

It was coffee flavoured ice-cream.

Growing up, the two were almost inseparable, both of them pranking one another at times. To Livia, Tyler was the best brother she could have ever asked for.

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Livia's POV ( in case you're confused)

It was bright.

That was the first thing I noticed upon opening my eyes.

I stared at the white ceiling. It was definately not home.

Where am I?

Memories of the accident came flooding back to my mind and I laid there for a moment longer, trying to piece things together and soak in the reality of it all.

It couldn't have possibly happened.

I turned my head sideways and observed the room. I was in the hospital, as expected. In the midst of it I must've fallen unconscious.

Where was dad?

I tried to sit up fast and ended up groaning due to the pain. I felt around my forehead and sure enough there were bandages wrapped around it. So far, nothing seemed to be broken so I got up, dragging the Iv drip along with me and using the metal for support.

I had only made it to the door, when a nurse tried to usher me back inside.

"Where's my dad?"

I had to find him. Now that we were at a hospital, he must be getting treated.

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