TheFlyingScotsman

I'll Always Protect You, My Brother. (No romance.)

Siblings always have arguments, that is a part of growing up after all. However, this argument looks ready to pull the family apart. After the death of their parents, the oldest siblings argue over who is to raise the younger siblings. A pair of twins is separated, at the age of just 6. They have a few memories of each other, which are strange to them.

13 years pass, and they grow up with seemingly different lives, with her being rich and spoilt, with all she wants brought for her. Beautiful and rich, she is a model. She is brash, bold and bulling, with seemingly no ablity to care. Yet, she has lots of "friends". But, her life isn't perfect. She is abused, beaten and tormented.

He is shy, timid and kind, but has no friends at all. Smart and well-groomed, he is happy to be single, but feels like he is missing a part of himself. Working as a photographer, he is happy with his work. He is sickly, and is suffering with kidney infections.

Yet, the two kept in touch without knowing who the other is, through a penfriend programme set up when they were in 4th grade, which carried on into Middle and High School.

They meet on a shoot, and almost instantly, they realise who the other is. Growing close, they feel comfortable to share deepest secrets, leading to them deciding to share a house, both wanting time to see the sibling they never, yet always, knew, with the little time he has left on earth.

All the time, she knows she will loose him, but she doesn't want to.. When she discovers her ex-boyfriend's blood type matches her twins, making a kidney transplant possible, will she be able to convince him? Or is it too late?

Pm me if interested. Looking for someone to play the sister.

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Charlie walked with Emma, still scared of the storm outside. As Julie led them to the lounge, she shut the curtains to mask the flashes of lightening and booms of thunder, turning on the t.v, making sure it was nice and loud. Smiling, she grabbed the phone off the table, turning to the siblings. "I'm thinking a pizza is in order, what about you two?"

Charlie nodded, still close to Emma's warm form. Breathing in, he smiled and broke away for a moment, headed to use the restroom.

Who Are You Going To Choose?

Bump.

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Charlie hid his face in her chest, sobbing as he lay against her, craving protection and affection. He'd been scared of storms for years, from the age of 3. During most storms when Emma still lived with him, he'd crawl under her blankets and sleep next to her, feeling safe and secure by her side. Leaning into Emma, he calmed after a few moments, her breathing calming and soothing him. Closing his eyes, Charlie managed to feel a hell of a lot calmer. "Emma, can I stay near you tonight?" He asked gently, head on her shoulder now. His face was still stained with tears, eyes full of fear at the noise and flashing of lightning. Hiccuping, he looked over as footsteps echoed through the hallway, Julie appearing in the doorway.

The tall, curvy blonde glanced over at the siblings, smiling at them. "Oh? So this is Charlie then, Emma?" She smiled gently, kneeling down next to him, pulling her skirt down a little bit. "Let me tell you something, Charlie. I'm not a fan of storms either, buddy. Should we go to the lounge and put on the t.v? We can turn it up and drown out the noise. You, me and your sister can cuddle and keep eachother protected from the noise." She smiled. She knew that Emma might not have told Charlie, but knew he'd assume she was just a friend of hers. "C'mon dear."

(Sorry it's short)

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Charlie shrugged, leaning into her warm form, enjoying a few moments cuddling with his older sister. "Tired, hungry, but overall good, I'm with you, so." He smiled at her, resting his head on her shoulder, enjoying the chance to be with his older sister once again. "Yeah, it's nice to be here." He sighed as the rain started. hammering down on the taxi's roof with a drumming,rhythmic and loud. He flinched a little, leaning into Emma's side to relax and rest with her. "We need to catch up on so much." He pouted, snuggling into her even more. "Don't leave me." He whispered, looking up at her. As the taxi arrived, he ran into the apartment complex to wait to be led up to her apartment. As they walked in, the thunder boomed loudly, causing him to try and find cover under the table, shaking and trembling like a trapped animal. Sobbing slightly, he refused to come out on his own. not liking the noise or the bright lightening. Sobbing in fright, he curled up into a tighter ball, recalling the night he was caught...

Charlie leant back as he sat at the computer, notebook at his side. He had a local support group open, and was noting down the phone number and address in case he decided to go and visit. Sighing, he pushed his glasses up his nose, gasping as he heard his bedroom door slam shut, the smell of booze filling the room. Charlie shuddered, knowing he'd been caught. A second later, a fist connected with his shoulder, sending him tumbling out of his chair. A boot connected with his ribs, a crack sounding out. Struggling to his feet, Charlie dragged himself to his bed, his laptop ripped from the power by his stepfather and hurled across the room, smashing on the far wall.

"CHARLIE! WHAT IN THE LORD'S NAME ARE YOU DOIN'?" Phillip roared, advancing upon the trembling Charlie, smacking him across the face. "YOU'RE A DIRTY FUCKING FAG LIKE YER SISTER!" The southerner growled, punching him again, this time in the chest. Charlie fell like a rag doll, winded and weakened.

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Emmy!" Charlie yelled out as he ran across the airport lounge, bag swaying gently on his back, smacking against it with a gentle thudding sound. Grinning as he spotted her, he ran straight into her arms, his thin and tiny 5 foot exactly frame almost crashing into her. "Emmy.." He mummered again, sniffling as tears ran down his thin face, overjoyed at being with her once again. Dressed in a t-shirt, jeans and blue converse, he looked nowhere near as dapper as his older sister did, but shared the same pale skin, eyes and hair colour, making it easy to figure out they were related in some manner. Breaking away a moment later, he smiled at her. "I missed you." His voice was soft, gentle, melodic in tone. "Ohh.. I got you a gift." He shoved his hands into his jeans pocket, yanking out a homemade friendship bracelet, consisting of pink, red and black beads. Handing her it, he leant back on his heels slightly. looking up as his stomach let out a huge growl. "Oh.. I apologise, I haven't eaten since I left the house." He sighed, then looked back up at the taller girl. "How are you, big sister?"

The last 2 years had been a living hell for Charlie. He'd been battling with his sexuality for a while, not sure what he was. He didn't like girls, but he'd had his first kiss with a female classmate. It'd been the worst thing he'd ever done, but he felt forced to do it to "fit in" and make his.. "stepfather" happy. He hated that man. He knew he was evil from the day they met, from how he treated his mother to forcing him to keep out of touch with Emma. He'd been broken by the lack of contact with the older woman, as she was his.. well, his best friend, his older sister, his comfort blanket and the constant pillar of support in his life, writing letters to her had been his favourite thing, and he loved getting them back, they truly did brighten up his day. He'd locked himself in his room for days, reading and rereading the letters he had from Emma, as if she'd return to him one day. He knew it wouldn't happen, but it was good to dream.. healthy, even. It kept him going, anyway.

The day he was caught looking at the support groups was the worst. He'd been beaten black and blue, though it'd been confined to under his shirt and jeans, as to not raise any form of suspicion. The reading of the bible was certainly.. interesting, and he was thankful the man gave up halfway through, leaving him to treat the cuts and bruises the best he could do. When his mother had told him he was to go and live with Emma, he could hardly believe his luck. He was excited for weeks leading up to It, and the plane journey had dragged on, causing him to start worrying. The longer he was left alone with his own thoughts, the more he thought he'd arrive with no sign of Emma, and not idea where to look. He had her photo to go off, and he was sure he'd pick her out of the crowd anyway, she was his sister! But if she didn't want to see him? No, no, she would..

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