The Lion meets his Lamb

Prologue:

I couldn’t move. Daddy came home angry again. He does anything to revlieve his stress, which happens to be beating the crap out of me.

I was tired.

I was tired of being useless. I just wanted him to stop hitting me and for mommy to stop yelling

I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.

Ian and Owen are home.
When they found me I was crying and sitting between both mommy and daddy. Both were on the floor pools of blood rapidly surrounding them. I cried and cried. I cried so hard I started to hyperventilate.

“ I- I didn’t mean to Ian! They wouldn’t stop!! ”
He looked at me with sad eyes knowing what I meant. For the past few days’ things were strange. Things moved when I was emotional. It just kept getting worse and worse
“ Owen go pack some bags for Ammy and you. I’ll pack some food.”
With a curt nod Owen disappeared up the stairs.
“ Ammy what happened?” he mumbled
“ I- I’m s- sorry Ian! I- I couldn’t control it! I’m sorry!” I cried into his neck as he held me.
“ Hey, look at me,” I looked up at him with red puffy eyes, “ everything is going to be fine it’ll just be you and me and Owen. I promise. Okay?”

He promised.

He was just eighteen. What was he suppose to tell his ten year old sister and twelve year old brother?