"Harry! Good god! Put me down!" My little sister, Tori cries as I carry her away from the large group of kids her age.
"Tori, knock it off. You're a 13 year old girl, stop acting like a 5 year old," I glare at her.
"Mom never told you to keep me away from my friends. She told you to protect me," she whines.
"Oh my god. Tori, stop it. Just stop it. You're acting like a little kid. Can you make this easy for the two of us? Please?" I ask, beginning to give up on taking care of my little sister.
"Harry, I'm 13 what do you expect? I am still a kid. Besides, Mom said-"
"Mom said a lot of things. To Dad especially. But that didn't stop him from murdering her and then turning on us," I snap.
I look down at Tori, snuggled close to me as I carry her to my car. She's avoiding eye contact, her eyes glistening with tears. Before I open the car door for her, I set her down on her feet, getting down on one knee. She still avoids looking at me, her arms crossed and her head high.
"Tori, you're my little sister. I know that Mom always said to protect you, but I've protected you since the day you could talk. We've been by each other's sides for a long time, and I've taken care of you. I know you probably hate me like you hate Dad, but I've always been here for you and don't cry. It's okay sis," I say softly, wiping her tears.
"I don't hate you Haz. You're my brother. I love you more than anything because we have that awesome relationship where we're not just brother and sister. We're best friends despite our age difference. But I don't hate you bro," Tori says, sniffling.
"Well, sis, we're only 3 years apart. It's not that hard to be close to you anyway, because we live in the same house."
"Harry, when was Mom killed by Dad?"
"A few months after you were born. He killed her. But, don't think about that, okay?"
"Okay, but Harry, what if Dad comes after us and finds us? What if he kills us next?" Tori gasps, beginning to have a panic attack.
"Tori, Tori calm down. It's going to be okay. We aren't gonna get caught and Dad isn't gonna take us or kill us. Okay, don't worry. Okay, don't worry," I say, holding her close and hugging her tightly. "Shh. It's okay sis, it's okay."
Tori's breathing is still fairly heavy, but she's beginning to calm down a little. She has these a lot, being scared that Dad might come after us. He's been looking for a us for a long time, about 11 years, when I took Tori-who was only 2- and ran away with her. Our father's been after us ever since he realized we ran away. Tori doesn't know our dad very well, but she does know the bad things he's done. And that makes her hate him. And makes her strong for a 13 year old without a mother.
"Harry, I love you," Tori whispers, hugging me again.
"I love you too Tori. I love you a lot," I whisper back, hugging her tightly, kissing her cheek.
"You're the best brother in the whole wide world. I never tell you that enough, but you are and I'm glad you're my brother, because you're the best and you're great at taking care of and putting up with me. I really love you bro," Tori says, slipping out of my arms and popping open the car door. She gives me a small smile and buckles herself in, waiting for me to get into the driver's seat.
"Look sis, I'm your brother, so I have to take care of you and put up with you. I have no choice. But even if I did, I'd still be here for you. Because we need each other, as much as you don't wanna admit it, we bothe know we need each other," I say, ruffling her hair. "And you're the best sister I could ever get. You aren't that hard to take care of."
"Thanks. You're awesome."
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Back at home, Tori sits, frustrated with her homework. "Harry!" She yells. "I need help!"
I smile, walking into the living room to see her sprawled out on the floor with notebooks and textbooks laying open around her. "Is it maths?"
"Yes," she says, frowning. "I hate school. Especially maths."
"I know you do, but don't worry. It only gets harder as you get older."
"Shut up," she whines, looking over at me, "Are you trying to help me feel better?"
"Hey, you're a smart girl. You'll be able to figure it out and you have me to help you. Don't worry. Does that help?"
"Yes. As a matter of fact, it does help. But it doesn't help with these stupid problems that I have no clue how to do. The teacher doesn't teach us anything. I don't know why she's even considered a teacher."
"Hey, hey it's not like I can't help you. What are you working on in maths?"
"I honestly have no clue. I always zone out in class because it's too hard. I don't understand any of the stuff we're doing now," she frowns again, sitting up and pulling a textbook over to show me.
I take the book and stare at it, then look up at her. "You guys are doing this? This is 11th grade stuff."
"Well! Our teacher assigned it to us!" Tori whines, throwing her hands up in the air.
"Don't freak out, it's fine. Okay, so grab your notebook and a pencil. Write down the problem and-"
"Harry. How is the gonna help? I already know how to write the problem down in my notes. All I need to know how to do is actually work out the problem and show the work."
(A/N: Hiiiiiii I'm tori. I hope that you guys all like this story. I always doubt my writing abilities, and I say that because I have 1.1K reads on my wattpad story but I have no idea why. Anyway, I hope you like this story and feel free to leave comments if you feel there's a need to or a way to help me write better or something along those lines. Okay, well thanks for reading loves. It really means a lot. - Tori xxx (: