"What?" Mark shouted, slamming the breaks. We came to a stop, the tires slid a little, probably making a sound. Well, no, I know it made a sound because the man turned around. It was then I knew for a fact it was my brother.

"That's him?" Mark asked. I looked over at him then back at my brother, my facial features probably look frozen. I shakily nodded my head, not looking at him.

He drove to the curb, proceeding that by getting out of the car. I quickly got out of the car too. Mark came over to me. 

My brother just stood near his car, watching us with squinted eyes. He had on black work pants and a faded grey shirt on with work shoes. So many emotions ran through my head as I made my way over to the drive-way.

Mark followed me, probably wondering what was about to happen. My brother's gaze met mine as I marched my way over to him, we held gaze's until I stopped about eight feet in front of him.

"Who the hell are you?" He finally asked, his voice was a lot deeper than I remember but that is probably because he's aged seven years. I think he is now twenty-two/twenty-three, I think he is Mark's age. 

"Who the hell am I! Seriously. Who the hell am I! At least I know who you are, Eric." My voice got louder and louder as I spoke. "How do you know my f*cking name, crazy woman." My brother, Eric, shouted.

My face was probably getting very red by this point. "I know your name because I lived with you for ten years." I just about screamed at him. Eric took a step closer, getting a better look at my face. 

"Wait, no way! Lissa, is that you." His face lit up in realization. I rolled my eyes. "Now you recognize me." I muttered.

He got closer to me, bringing me into a hug. Looking behind me, I could see Mark walking a little ways towards us.

Eric put me down and the first thing I could do was slap him. And no, it wasn't some soft tap that might tickle a little bit. I hit him hard, hard enough that it made a sound and left a red print of my hand on his face.

"What was that for?" He looked at me shocked. "You left me right after our father was killed! You knew that our mother was a f*cking alcoholic with anger issues and you left me alone to deal with that because your to scared to face staying here. You said you would never leave me and protect me like a 'brother'-" I put hand quotes around brother, "-is suppose to do. And after all that you ask me why I hit you. Trust me, I got worse than a pitiful girl slap. I got a wine bottle in the stomach, I got hit with lamps and had knifes throne at me, you didn't you just left it all for me to deal with." I practically screamed.

Mark came up beside me, his face was kind of red and he seemed a little tense. I knew he was mad but trust me, compared to what I felt at that moment, I don't know if anyone on this planet has ever been more angered than me.

"Who is he?" Eric pointed at Mark, completely ignoring what I just said. I was about to answer until I saw the neighbor outside watching us. It was an elderly woman and she looked petrified. 

I looked at Mark, he was looking at her too. "We should go." He whispered to me, "Before more people come out and watch this." I looked over to Eric who was just watching us with a mad glare. Yeah, no, he does not have a right to be mad right now.

"Let's go." I said, turning around to leave. Mark grabbed my hand and led me to the car, he knew I was mad. I never yelled or cussed at anything or anyone and I just did. 

Eric watched us leave, a dumbfounded look on his face. "Where are you two going? And you never answered my question, who's the man?" He called after us. I went to say something but Mark stopped me with a shake of his head.

Mark flipped Eric off once I sat down in the passenger's seat. He got in and quickly turned the car on, I could see Eric get in his car. Great, he's following us.

"I don't like your brother." Mark spoke after a minute of driving. "Yeah, me either." I agreed. The events of what just happened suddenly rushed through me. He's back, my brother is back

The car ride was quick. We made it to the house after about twenty minutes, sadly, Eric followed us all the way.

I got out and went inside, Mark was right behind me. I sat down on the couch quickly, knowing that Eric will be at the door any minute.

Mark sat down next to me, I must of looked sad because he pulled me into a hug. I listened to the steady beat of his heart until a knock was heard at the door. I was about to get up and get it but the door opened itself.

Eric walked in, he quickly spotted us on the couch, together. He shut the door and walked into the living room. An odd feeling erupted from in my stomach, I was scared, for some reason, I was real scared.

Though Eric was in hear watching us, I refused to pull away from Mark. I didn't want to let him go and I didn't want him to let me go.

"Nice place." Eric spoke, sitting down on the chair next to the couch. "But you never answered me, I even had to follow you to find out, who's the dude your with." 

My eyes shot up to Mark. He started to rub circles in my back to calm me down. "I'm her friend, we live together." Mark answered, casually. "Uha, okay, sure. How long have you to been dating?" Eric sarcastically rolled his eyes. 

I snorted at his sarcasm, slowly sitting up straight. "Why ask that?" I asked, he was getting on my nerves. "I ask that because from what I've seen, and I know I haven't seen much, but you seem to be attached to him." Eric snickered.

"She's not with me." Mark spoke up. "Yeah, I'll believe that." Eric shot back, looking straight at Mark. He rolled his eye's at my idiotic brother. I never thought that Eric would turn out to act like this when I saw him again.

"Well then, how'd you two meet?" Eric questioned. Okay, yeah, my brother just invites himself into my house and starts asking me questions about personal stuff that he doesn't need to know, not to mention, I haven't seen him in years. That's normal, right?

"I met him when you ran away and dad died." I stated shorty. "Great answer." Eric stared at me blankly. "She met me when your father died seven years ago and instead of you being there for her and protecting her you ran away which left her broken, sad and scared. So, when I saw her sobbing on the side walk, I actually did something." Mark sat up next to me to look at my brother.

"So?" Eric looked at him with a blank stare. "So. 'So', I helped your sister and comforted her when she needed it unlike you who was packing their bags, getting ready to leave. I had to take the brotherly role then and be the protective one." Mark raised his voice. 

Eric still looked at him unfazed. "You didn't act like a brother to her, you acted like a boyfriend should act." He grumbled. "I acted like a boyfriend! Man, she was f*cking ten, I'm your age, obviously I wasn't with her then or even thought of that! What the hell are you trying to say, that I was only helping her because she was a young girl and pretty? If you thought that, your twisted in the head!" Mark yelled.

I flinched sense I was sitting right next to him. Eric had his eyes narrowed at Mark. They both looked ready to kill each other. Out of no where, the phone started to ring. I was gonna get up to get it, but Mark beat me to it.

So, I was left alone in the living-room with my brother. It was kind of silent at first and I would of preferred to keep it like that but my brother obviously didn't.

"Slut." He glared at me. "What!" I looked at him shocked. "I said slut." He repeated. "Yeah I know what you said." My reply was sarcastic.

"Good, because you are one." Eric rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And how is that." I retorted.

 Eric opened his mouth to speak but a voice was heard from the kitchen, interrupting him, "Seriously tomorrow, Yes I know it's only one day early but on new years."

I could only get one thing out of what was said, and that was that Mark had to leave tomorrow. 

"Your a slut. You act like a b*tch and who know's how many men you've slept with." Eric's voice drew me out of focusing on Mark's conversation over the phone.

"I haven't slept with anyone!" I almost yelled at him. I saw Mark look at us from down the hall, right near the kitchen, where he was on the phone. "Then why are you with the blond dude. I don't even know what hell his name is." Eric pointed at me. I'm starting to get the feeling that Eric does not like Mark, like at all.

"If your thinking that I've slept with him, your wrong. I'm with him, here, for a different reason" I tried to sound as serious as I could. "Can't you that he only want's you here so he can f*ck you?" He questioned sarcastically.

I shook my head. "You don't know anything about him, or me for that fact. So, you have no right to say that."

"Quite saying I'm wrong, bitch!" He stood up, coming towards me. "I can say what ever I want." I shouted, quickly standing up and backing away.

He came closer to me. "You can say what you want but I'll stop you." Eric roughly grabbed my arm. I tried to shake his grip off but I couldn't. Well, theirs definitely going to be a bruise.

"Your just as bad as mom was." My voice started to quiver as I said that, I knew that was crossing the line with his temper. I'm gonna get hit.

I was right. Eric raised his hand, giving me a strike across my nose then a blow to my stomach. I winced at the pain. He then wrapped his hand around my throat. 'Don't struggle, that'll make it worse.' I kept telling myself.

My breathing started to slow down, the breath in my lugs leaving me as the airway in my throat started to close. It was almost to the point I was about to pass out. My own brother is going to kill me by choking me to death, that's just the best thing in the world.

Tears started to build in my eyes at the lack of breath in me. Wait, can't Mark see this. Right as I though that, I heard the sound of something hitting the wall, which I assumed was the phone, and foot steps rushing over to us, which I'm praying is Mark.

I was correct. Eric was ripped off of me, my eyes watered as I took a desperate gulp of air. I opened my eyes in time to see Mark punching Eric square in the face. "Get out!" Mark yelled, his eyes were lit in anger.

"You can't kick me out." Eric responded smartly. "My house, my property. So get out now or I will not hesitate to beat your ass or call the police." He barked, his voice becoming very deep. Eric ran out hurriedly.

Mark turned to look at me once he left. I was shaking. He brought me into a hug. "It's okay." He whispered into my ear. "No it's not." I shook my head into his shoulders. "Why not?" He raised my head to look at him.

"Because no one love's me, my own family even hate's me, everyone hate's me." I almost started to cry.

"No one should hate you. And I promise people love you, trust me. I love you." He mumbled. "Please just hold me until you leave tomorrow." I looked up at him him pleadingly.

"I'll do anything you want until I leave tomorrow, baby." Mark brought me down onto him on the couch. I snuggled into his warm arms.

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Yay, I updated. I hope anyone who reads this enjoyed the chapter. I'll probably update tomorrow. Also, Free's birthday is coming up on the 12. He's gonna be 65, I think. Or 64. Nothing In this chapter was true. Vote, Comment, Follow and bye bye!!!