Luke's POV
I ran downstairs after Ben, Jack, and I had our talk. "Hey, Jack. Can I borrow your car?" I asked him hoping he'd say yes.

"If I find one scratch, your head is mine," Jack says trying to be tough.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know," I said taking his keys off the table in the living room.

I ran out the house and got into Jack's Lexus. I have to apologize to Vanessa about the way I reacted to her rejecting me. I was rude and all she was doing was letting me down easy.

But first I have to pick up a few stuff.

Ashton's POV
I was sitting on the couch alone. Michael and Calum went home a long time ago to leave me alone to think. Vanessa hasn't came down from her room since the fight.

I feel like shit. The only person I truly love, I scared them off. I should've just walked away. I should've not let her taunting get under my skin.

'Stop trying to be like dad because that's what you're trying to be.'

Do I really remind her of dad? All I try to do is to take care of her, making sure she's going to school, making sure she eats something. Making sure she doesn't become a fuck up like me.

That's all I want. I don't want her to be like me. I don't want her to be lost. I don't want her to see the ugliness of the real world because its tough out there and she's a precious stone. My precious, maybe not innocent, but precious sister.

I heard a knock at the door. Who in hell could it be?

Luke's POV
I knocked on the Irwin's door with chinese food in hand. No answer. I knocked again and as soon as I did, the door flung open revealing Ashton's tried face.

"What are you doing here, Luke?" he seem agitated and Ashton agitated makes me scared. Hey, don't judge me.

"Um, i-is Vanessa here?" I ask stammering.

"Why do you want to talk to Vanessa? Was it you who convinced her to skip all of her classes today? Huh? Answer me," He got defensive in a matter of seconds.

"I-I," I stuttered trying to collect my words to form a sentence. "We-we," I stuttered some more.

Then all of a sudden, Vanessa pushed Ashton out the way and took my arm, dragging me up the stairs. I looked back and I really regretted it because Ashton was giving me the full on death glare.

I was taken upstairs and into a room. I walked to the room looking up at her marvelous galaxy painted ceiling. It amazed me. I looked over at Vanessa who was leaning against the wall.

"I just-" Then she put her delicate and soft finger against my lips.

"Shhh," She told me in a whisper. There was fear in her eyes. Like she was afraid of something. Or someone. "Don't talk," she said in an almost inaudible voice.

Vanessa ran over to her long dresser and turned it on. The radio came on blaring. Filling her whole room with Green Day's 21 Guns.

She pulled me to the bed and we sat down on her plush queen sized bed. "He's listening." That's all she said.

"Who's listening?" I asked her.

"Ashton," She said. She hesitated at first. I placed the food on the floor and gently took her face in my hands, making her look at me instead of her lap.

"What's going on? What's wrong?" I said, fully concerned with her safety and well-being.

And then for the second time again today, tears came out those precious eyes. I embraced her in an hug and she let it all out. I rubbed her back as she continued to cry the most angelic cry I ever heard.

"What happened?" She peered up at me and I looked down at her cuddled up in my arms, head on my chest.

"When I came back home, Ash and I got into it and-and," She sobbed some more.

"Its okay. Take your time," I said to her stroking her hair softly.

"I thought he was going to hit me!" And she broke down again. Her face hid in my shirt while I was filled with both sorrow and hatred.

I brought us towards the headboard, sitting myself up while Vanessa laid on my chest still. I hugged her tight. "Its okay, princess. I'm here. He's not going to hurt you." I said, comforting her. "No one's going to hurt you. I promise."

Notes

This chapter is dedicated to @hemmingsgirl2001 because she's one of many Vanessa's in this world and so many of you, yes you reading, who think they don't have a voice. But you do. Whatever is going on right now, whether you're cutting, burning, or anything else to do an act of self harm to yourself, I want you to know that there's a light at the end of the tunnel and it's going to get better. I know it is and you have to believe it is. You girls are perfect just the way you are. No matter what you think. Dr. Suess says 'I think you're in perfect shape for the shape you're in.' So no. You're not too fat. You're not too tall or too short. You're not ugly. You're fucking perfect and its time for you to work it and show it off to the world. Don't listen to the haters because they're just jealous to have what you don't. You kickass beautiful angels are perfect and I don't want you to change. Don't ever, ever, change for a guy. He should love every inch of you from the bottom to the top(Thanks Megan Trainor). I am honored to be writing for an beautiful group of girls, and guys(somewhere out there), every week. I love you guys.

Hakuna Matata because the sun will rise tomorrow,
Nessy