*Karlys P.O.V*

I'm laying in bed playing candy crush on my phone when I hear someone stumble in to the house.

I sigh and hope Britt quiets down otherwise mom is going to be mad.

I cringe as I hear her come up stairs, the steps creaking under her weight.

Holding my breath, I listen as she laughs at something (probably her phone) and wait to see if mom or dad wake up.

My breathing returns to normal, when I suddenly hear a door open and slam shut.

Is that mom? Brittany can't be that careless and slam a door!

"Why are you home so late!" I hear my mother yell, and my heart jumps to my throat.

Should I go out there and protect her?

I get out of my bed without making a sound, abandoning my game of candy crush, and slowly tip-toe to the door, pressing my ear against it.

"I-I... I ah... I was st-studying at a friends house fo-for SAT's..." She says it quietly, so quietly that I have to listen really hard to hear her.

Silence. That's all I hear for the next couple minutes.

I stay still, scared to move.

A couple minutes go by, and still silence. I'm finally about to go back and lay in bed again when I hear my mother whisper.

"You lyin' little whore."

I hear a sound, as flesh meets flesh, then I hear loud sounds getting farther and farther away.

It sounds like... Like...

She just pushed my sister down the stairs!

I quickly unlock my door, and throw my door open, walking through the doorway and glaring daggers at my mother.

"You are a monster! We have always done everything you have asked from us! We do everything! We aren't your chidren, we are your slaves. You tell us all the time that we are the worst, but maybe you should look in the mirror. How can you treat your own CHILDREN like this! We aren't the ones that are the problem," I step closer to her, and press my finger against her chest, "You are!"

She looks taken aback for a second before she slaps my right check.

My neck snaps to the side from the sudden impact, and when I look back at her, I can't contain myself anymore.

I suddenly gain a bunch of confidence.

I'm tired of her treating my sister like she doesn't mean anything.

I'm tired of being pushed around.

I tired of being looked down on.

I'm tired of being downgraded.

I'm tired of her.

Raising my fist, I punch her in the jaw.

Hard.

Serves you right, dumb fuck.

I hear a gasp come from her mouth and her hand comes up to her jaw.

When she finally looks back at me, I see a tear run down her cheek, and for a second, JUST a second I almost feel guilty, until I see Britt at the bottom of the stairs.

"You know, I always used to look up to you. I thought you were the strongest person in the world. I thought you could do no wrong. But here's the thing, mother." I spit the word mother out at her, "You don't deserve that title. You don't deserve Brittany. You don't deserve to even be breathing. You're just a fucking douche bag that doesn't have a heart. Brittany deserves so muchbetter than you. She is strong, and sweet, and somehow you have broken her. She deserves the world, and instead she got a fucked up mother like you. Don't you dare lay another hand on her. I don't care how old I am, but I will kill you with my bare hands. Brittany is all I have in life. I used to have a mom and dad, but now I just have sperm donors. You don't even have to right to call yourselves parents. You're always saying that no one cares about her and that she isn't important, and no one would care if she died. That isn't true. You're the one no one cares about. No one would care if you died. We would be happy. We would celebrate it if you died." I rant.

Wow, did that just come out of me?

I quickly turn away from the monster of a mother we have, and run down the stairs two at a time.

I look over Brittany, and it doesn't look to serious.

She has bloody nose, a scratch running from her eyebrow to her chin, scratched up hands and knees, and bruises are slowly forming on her body.

It could be worse.

It has been worse.

She's unconscious, so I look back up at my mother, who still hasn't moved from when I hit her.

"I hope you're happy," I snarl.

Then I do the only thing that I know can keep Brittany safe.

Taking her somehow unharmed phone out of her hand, I call Adam.

"Hey baby, I thought you fell asleep," He murmers in a husky voice.

"It's me, Karly, long story short, you need to come get us." I say in a rushed voice.

I may have stood up to my mom, but if we don't leave soon my dad will wake up, and that's another story.

Adam suddenly sounds alert and awake.

"What happened? Is Brittany ok? Are you ok?"

I feel touched that he asked if I was. A small smile tugs at my lips.

"She will be as soon as you get here."I reply and then I hang up.

I slowly pull Brittanys right arm over my shoulder and somehow manage to pull her upright, her gaining slight consciousness.

I slowly lead her to the couch and gently place her down telling her to wait there and not to move.

I rush upstairs, seeing no sign of our 'mom' and run in to her room.

Slipping a suitcase out from under her bed and packing some clothes, I make sure she will have everything she needs.

I smile as I look up and see a pink fluffy teddy bead resting on top of her dresser, instantly remember the day I gave it to her.

She was just turning 15, and I gave that to her.

I remember how big her smile was, it was the last day I saw such a big smile on her face...

Until Adam.

I clear my thoughts and zip her suitcase, setting it outside of her door, near the stairs.

I go and pack a bag for myself as well, slipping my phone in to my back pocket, and then rush back downstairs, struggling to keep a hold of both of the bags.

As I reach the bottom of the stairs I hear a voice behind me.

"Where are you going? Don't make me get your father," She threatens.

I look back at her, challenging her slightly, knowing she is just as scared of our dad as we are.

He hates to be woken up, so she wouldn't dare bother him.

I walk back in to the living room without answering her and place our bags by the front door, wishing he would arrive soon.

I wonder what he will say.

Will I have to explain?

I sigh and sit next to Brittany studying her bruises, and marks, since she has fallen asleep.

Is she supposed to be sleeping?

Should I wake her up?

Is she ok?

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