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The sliding glass door slid open quietly and then re-shut as Sean entered his house. He didn't see the car in the driveway so his sister must not have been home, but just in case he would avoid the living room. While he was in the kitchen he stripped from his clothes and put on a pair of black gym type shorts. He went to the sink and turned it on, then after it got warm he splashed himself with just a bit of water to make it seem as though he had been working out in the back yard.

His muscles were toned for the seventeen year old boy, he hadn't tanned much but he was a slight bit darker then his normal hue. He had hoped he didn't burn in the days heat, mainly since he was sneaking back into his own house again. He didn't worry about covering his upper body she had seen it before and the tattoo of the skull on his right pectoral. On his left shoulder he had another a tombstone with 'RIP' at the top and 'JR & KR' on the tombstone. He hid his other clothes in a duffel bag that his sister had given him since she bought a new one.

He zipped up the bag and went up stairs. In the time it took him to get up the back stairs he seen his door open. "Out here sis." He called down the hall. Thank God it would look like the gym back was for working out. Sean really didn't believe in coincidences or a God, but fate was a different story. That he believed in whole heartedly, how else would he explain getting away from being out of school and the unfortunate deceiving of his sister.

He didn't think she had heard him call out so he continued towards his room. "Sis I'm out here in the hallway. I'd suggest you put my underwear back in the drawer before I get there." It was a joke between them since they switched doing laundry back and forth. He finally leaned up against the frame of his door not seeing her in his room, though his green and brown eyes noticed the light in his bathroom was on. His parents both had dominate eye color traits, but unlike his sister he got one green and one brown. He kinda liked the individualism except when he was younger, when he was called a freak.

He walked into the room and set the duffel in his closet. He hadn't understood why she had given him the master bedroom after their parents died, maybe it was the fact he used to constantly play in there as a child. there was a time when he had asked her to lay with him because he couldn't accept the death of them. Those years had gone though, so why was he still allowed to be in the biggest room while she was cramped in her old room.

He walked up to the entertainment center he had had since he was young and turned on the television. He turned on the dvd player not remembering what he had in it. The walls were pretty thick so he had it a a decent sized volume already. Then with a sudden start there was loud moaning with the words 'OH GOD YES! MORE!' "Shit." He said with a start and stopped the dvd opening it up. 'Forgot I had that in there.' He thought to himself hoping that his sister in the bathroom hadn't heard it. he put the dvd up in an unmarked case and slid it back onto his dvd rack. then sat on the little couch he had brought up into his room since the couch in the living room was big enough for five people to sit on. The maroon cloth of the three person couch big enough to sleep on if one had wished. He sat watching T.V. waiting on his sister. What was taking her so long?

Every time he went to open his mouth she spoke up first. It was rather annoying not getting any words in. Once she had said she was near getting fired because of school the conversation had turned far too serious for his tastes, and he knew for his sisters. "Wow someone must have hit their time early this month, or your having another one in the same month." He rolled his eyes but when she slapped his leg he let out a sigh. He move her feet and walked over to the closet and opened it. "I was wanting to save this to surprise you when the bills came in." He said squatting down and unzipping his duffel. "But since you want to know why haven't been in school so bad I might as well give it to you now." He clutched something in his hand tightly where it couldn't be seen then.

His feet carried him over the carpeted floor and back to her. "I already called Sarah and she broke up with me because I never have enough time for her. For the past month I've been working and the hours of the time I work were conflicting with school. So I picked the most important one, because I knew you would agree with me." He opened his hand to reveal a small roll of bills.

"I work twenty-three days in the month, at a rate of two hundred dollars a night making a total of four thousand six hundred dollars in a month. I have only worked half the month so what is the pay in my hand?" He paused for enough time to give his sister a chance to figure it out, but before she could answer. "Two thousand, and three hundred dollars! since I am underage and paid under the table taxes aren't deducted. In a few months time I'll be making triple this along with being on the actual payroll."

He moved his sisters legs over and handed her the money after he sat down. "There my darling older sister is why I have been cutting classes, and being gone all the time. As well as the reason all the major bills have been paid for this month by yours truly." He thought back to what else his sister had said about the prono dvd. "And your movie is in your room, I simply copied that one and put it in a case." He said rolling his eyes again.

He felt his heart break at her words only to heal in a angered way a few moments later. He walked out of his room and then pounded on her door to claim her attention as his. "I got the money and job to help you! Do you really want me to have to go through life knowing I killed my sister from not helping her and staying in a crappy ass school when I can go to college later in life and get my diploma through there?! or maybe I should just let you work yourself into your grave then commit suicide because everyone I have ever loved is six feet in the fucking ground! You work three god damned jobs and I'm fucking old enough to help, I try and grow up and you cut me down now fucking answer me. WHY THE HELL SHOULD I WAIT UNTIL YOU HAVE BAD HEALTH FROM OVER WORKING YOURSELF WHEN I CAN HELP NOW AND SAVE YOU FROM THE PAIN!"

If there was ever a time in his life when he was serious this was it. She deserved to know the real reason behind why he took the job and left school. His legs gave out as he crashed to the floor on his knees then back into the wall in front of her door. "Why should I let you die, do you want me to be alone?" It was though he was a mere child again as the tears began pouring down his cheeks. "Why should I let you work when you raised me? Am I not busting my ass for you enough? we need the money and you need some time to rest. I found something to help and it doesn't seem good enough to you. Whats so wrong with me?!" He finally screamed out again. His right hand raised and hit the wall causing a picture frame to fall off the hallway wall and break over his head. He picked up the picture to see it was an image of their mother. He held his head but never took his eyes off the picture.

"Why does everyone wants to leave me?" he said softly through his sobs. The saying he had asked oh so many times when he was younger, a saying he had promised his sister not to say ever again. It couldn't be helped this time, he could see what was happening to his older sister. her body was starting to become weak, her hair had lost it's shine, she didn't even bother to paint her nails anymore. Even if his sister didn't notice it he loved her, and could see her pain like it was a neon sign. That sentence, the one he hadn't used in years finally came back and hit him all the harder. His girlfriend didn't understand and left him, that he could handle on his own. Not this thought though, not the thought of losing his sister, even if he thought of her as more then that.

"I'm sorry." He muttered. "I know it isn't they're fault but it doesn't help when you get upset about things like that. What would you have me do fuck my teachers to pass school, because thats how high the standards have gotten. Or make money and help you? I don't want to lose you and it's bad enough your stepping in shards of glass because of me." He said hoping the words would sink in as he started to his feet and then picked her up making sure he didn't step on any even though he was still in his shoes. "You need them bandaged now." She was his same size so there wasn't anyway to carry her over his shoulder so he had to hold her like one would a bride. "I'll get the med kit" He said softly carrying her going into his bedroom.

"Such a pain in the ass at times you know that? I've been taken care of my whole life by people the least you could do is let me remove the glass and bandage your feet. What the matter got a thing about people touching your feet? Does it make you all hot or something?" He asking teasingly. He slowly set her down one his couch once he walked into the room. "You can sleep in here tonight." he said softly as he walked into the bathroom. "I haven't been sleeping well anyways." He lifted his hand to touch the medicine cabinet and then drew it back quickly touching his side with a yelp of pain.

"Damn carpet floors." he covered hiding the fact that his job had done that to him. no he thought quickly enough to make it seem like static electricity caught him off guard. He walked back over to her slightly dragging his feet to cover his own ass. It was a cruel thing but since he had kicked off his shoes he had to make it real so she wouldn't suspect anything. "Here hold this." he said reaching out to hand her the small first aid box.

He knew she wasn't going to like this. The choices came into his head to lie and keep her happy or tell her the truth and just make her accept it since he was working on her foot. "I'm not selling drugs." He said pretty sure that was her first guess. "I work at Marty's dad's place three miles outside of town." He said. he knew the truth was his best option but he wasn't going to tell her what he did. All the rage he had built up inside of him made him perfect at his job, just some lucky bastard got in a clean hit on him. The club was a wonderful place to make assholes his prime target, and use them for stress relief.

"I'm not doing anything illegal so you can calm down." He said as he gripped the piece of glass."This is going to hurt." he said pulling it out with a yank. He wasn't trying to hurt her but he knew from experience pulling out something was better to do it fast then slow. He was just glad it wasn't lodged in her muscles. He quickly put pressure on her foot to try and stop the bleeding. thank god he had grabbed a towel to put under her foot, blood stains were a bitch to get out of anything. After a couple of minutes he started wrapping her foot in gauze and taping it down. "Yell at me later right now I'm just happy to be helping you get money. I'm quiting in a month anyways."

He let out a sigh and went to his dresser drawer. Opening only to find he no longer had what he was looking for. "Crap." he muttered walking back over towards his sister he tried to open his mouth to speak. Though he couldn't bring himself to say anything without what he had been looking for. "Promise me you can wait until I manage to get a pack of smokes." He walked over and gave his sister a small peck on the lips, their sign of showing a promise that they would talk later in life. He ran his hand over her cheek as she had done so many times, and smiled. "My turn to take care of you for this week 'til your foot heals to where you can walk."

He moved slightly and winced as he saw her attempt to stand on her foot. "I'll call them for you." He said moving over and picking her up. "Tomorrow I'm going to unwrap your foot and soak it in hot salt water and alcohol. That way it won't get infected." He might not have liked going to school but at least he just showed that he did pay attention, even if his grades were a 'C' average. He held her close, perhaps a bit too close as a brother should. he didn't care right now he just didn't want to lose her too. "I have to be to work tomorrow at two in the afternoon. I won't be home until one or two in the morning." The next day was Saturday so he was going to have a long shift, but at least he had Sundays off. He slowly set her down on his bed. He then moved to the couch grabbing the kit and everything else to put it where it belonged.

"The only way I can miss work is if something very bad happens. you having a cut on your foot won't do." He sighed. He sat on the edge of the bed. "Besides the only kind of doctor I want to be is a gynecologist, and that my darling sister isn't a game you would want to play with me. I just might stretch you too much for any of your boyfriends." He said jokingly. he wasn't huge but he was more endowed then most. Figuring it was his sister she would freak and be disgusted by the thought, even though it slightly lingered in his.

He moved off the bed and laid down on the couch going to bed as the night grew to midnight. They had only gotten home an hour ago, and they both needed to rest. Him more so since he had to work, but at least his sister would get a break from work. He woke up in the wee hours of the morning uncomfortable with the couch and moved to the bed. falling asleep again once he the hit pillow. He had no clue that his hand would move to rest under his sister's shirt as he slept.

{ok I hate the whole 'would do's' but that one sounded like it would be the best way to put it. now you may skip ahead a week after she wakes up before him and thus the thought of incest has struck in the minds of the readers!!!]

Sean merely shook his head. "Look My sister works here and I'm not in the mood to play around now your going to move or your ass is going to be on the ground!" He moved to the door. "SIS!" he called out seeing her for a split second before pulled away. "God damn it get off me your or ass is GRASS!" The next thing that everyone heard even inside the club was a three hundred pound solid muscle man falling through the door and this little kid no more then two hundred and twenty pounds walk in. Eyes were on him as he walked into the club and over to the bar. "Hey sis. They let me off early." He raised his eyebrow. "What are you doing Jimmy?" Without a word the under aged kid that seen him drop a bouncer, and call the girl he was hitting on sis, stood up and ran for the door. "Coke." Sean said smiling at his sister as the sound of the another man coming up to the bar.

"Hey sweet thing how about you and I go somewhere and part those legs of yours?" The guy must have been new.

"Sis can I get that coke now?" Sean said obviously extremely thirsty.

"Buzz of kid I'm trying to talk here." he turned his attention back to the woman at the bar. "Why don't we leave the snot nosed brat behind and you and I go have some fun?"

The did it perfectly for him. He simply stood up as if he didn't have a care in the world. "Your right sir I shouldn't even be here in this club." With a quick movement he kicked the guy's knees out from under him, forcing the guys jaw to hit the bartop. Without time to even let the guy think he grabbed both his arms pulled them back from the man's sides, and force his face and torso into the bar with his right foot. "Two choices asshole. I can let you apologize and, walk out of here like a man. Or I can let an ambulance come and get you and, you never walk anyplace again. Take your pick, My sisters name is Marissa."