Your pov:
I was adopted when I was 7 years old and I am now 10 and for some reason Luke and I never seemed to get along, he always blamed me for anything that went wrong. His guitar got broke it was my fault, his phone screen smashed it was my fault. You get the point everythings my fault according to him.
I sat in my bedroom when I heard a vase break, I sighed and walked downstairs to find Luke standing next to the broke vase with an angry face. He gave me a dirty look and rolled his eyes and just then our mum came in.
"What happened!?" our mum exclaimed and Luke smirked at me and I gulped knowing what was going to happen.
"Y/n smashed it!" Luke spoke so innocently looking at me and my mums face was angry
"Y/F/N HOW COULD YOU SMASH IT, THAT VASE MEANT EVERYTHING TO ME! I WISH WE NEVER ADOPTED YOU!" Liz shouted at me and my eyes started to water
"B-but Luke smashed it" I sobbed looking at Luke who had a sad look on his face
"GO TO YOUR ROOM Y/N" She shouted at me and I slowly nodded running into my room and sobbing into my pillow. After around half an hour there was a knock at my door
"Come i-in" My voice cracked and Luke walked in with a box of chocolates.
"I am so so so sorry Y/n I really am, I don't know why I did anything like that to you" He sat on my bed rubbing my back
"It's okay, I forgive you. Luke why do you hate me?" I cried and his eyes widened and his eyes filled with guilt and sadness
"I don't hate you Y/n I guess it's just different having a younger sibling, I just want you to know I love you and I don't hate you" He kissed my cheek and smiled
"I love you too" I grinned giving him a big hug and we walked downstairs where my mum was apologizing over and over for what she said, of course I forgave her.
We became a happy family. I never felt unwanted or alone again and Luke never blamed me for anything again
