~Séan's POV~
Irish and I were hanging out today.
"So... How are Ma, sis, and bros?" She asked looking everywhere trying not to make eye contact with me.
"Ma's good. She misses you... Sis is doing fine she had a couple kids now... And the bros there good they got married years ago." She nodded as I went on.
"Can.. We go... To our house I still have stuff there." I remember. What happened.
-FLASH BACK-
~Irish and Jack were 10, Susan was 14, Dan was 15, and Tim was 18~
Irish, Susan, Dan, Tim, and I were hiding in our closet from Dad. And he was pissed.
We were all curled up together trying not to cry. The doors were ripped open and the drunk grabbed me by the neck and, threw Susan, Dan and Tim ran to get Ma, Irish was passed out and he grabbed her by the leg and dragged us down the 25 stairs Irish's head hitting every step. He threw us down on the dirt. Irish woke up crying. I hugged her bracing for something to hut us.
"If he kills one of us I just want to say.. I love you and thanks for being the best twin I ever had." She said slowly.
"I love you too."
Ken grabbed my throat slammed me onto the ground and started to choke me.
"You ungrateful peace of shit!" He spat pushing harder on my neck.
Irish screaming, ken pushing harder on my neck, I can't breath.
Blacked out. Am I dead?
I opened my eyes hospital? No one was in the room but Irish and Ma.
Irish was laying down with me squeezing my hand still crying. But not sleeping
"Sèan? SÈAN!" Irish looked at me. "YOUR OKAY! are you okay?"
I went to open my mouth nothing came out. I tried to scream. Nothing.
"Sèan you okay. I promise." Irish cried "I don't care if you don't talk I love you."
We stayed at a hotel. Everyone was there. Except him.
We all fell asleep. Except Irish. She never slept from the day he first laid a hand on her.
11:19 I heard rustling. I pretend I was still asleep. I saw Irish grab her bag, full of everything she packed for here. She creeped out the door. Gone. She escaped. Will I ever see her again?
-END OF FLASHBACK-
"Yeah let's go."
We drove off to the place hoping no one was there. No one actually passes that house. We were there for a while looking at our old rooms, photos, and surprisingly Irish's collection of stuff animals.
"Okay I'm got all of them lets go." She said counting all of her teddy's for the 20th time
"Okay."
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Done