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Alexander sighed. "Sinead... I think you need to stop pushing everyone away. Not everyone is going to hurt you. " He told her. He coulndt seem to wrap his head around it. She wa always trying to better everyone else's life when in reality hers was the one that needed bettering. "You don't know sh't about how life works. Not everyone in life is planning on abandoning you you know. "

 
Sterling nodded in agreement. "Precisely what I was going to say." He ran a hand over his hair, now only slightly damp from his shower at the gym. "Sinead if someone is hurting you you need to get away. You need to let someone help you. As much as you protest and say you can handle yourself, you can't. I think you know that. You just need to admit it."

 
"I can't. You don't understand. If I tell, things will get worse, don't you see? Everything will fall apart even more, and you two don't seem to get it. Or maybe you don't care. Or you just don't understand, because you don't know what I'm going through. You don't know what it's like! You haven't been in my shoes, have you? No. You think I can just walk right away and say, 'Yeah, I'm getting over this, it's so easy.' I can't! I have a lot of things that are keeping me here, keeping me in this, and it's important! Other people are involved, and I can't just make them forfeit."

 
Sterling was in disbelief. "So what you're just going to grin and bear it because you want to be fair?" Sterling shook his head and messaged his temples. "God Sinead you need to get away from here! Are you just going to wait around until the police find your body in a ditch somewhere? Because from the look of things that sure seems like where this is headed."

 
"It will only get worse if you don't tell anyone."Alexander pointed out. He nodded in agreeance with what Sterling said, he couldn't help but grimace at what he said about the ditch. "You're right." He told Sinead. "I haven't been in your shoes. But I've watched someone who was. I tried to tell them too, but they didn't listen and I'm not going to let that happen to you. What's really so important, whats so important that you're willing to die for?"

 
"I have to think about my mother. I have to think about my future. Any legal proceedings would keep me from school, my mom would be a wreck, penniless and jobless. We'd be out of a home, out of money, and we don't have any family here. I don't want to choose to make things harder for myself! And if he knew... if he found out... my mom would be in danger. He'd go right to her, the weaker of us. I can't let him hurt my mother. So if I keep up with this, I'll keep her safe. And if I die, maybe she'll have the sense to leave. She's worth dying for!"

 
"Wait a second," Sterling stopped Sinead, his head reeling. "Are you telling me the person doing this to you is your father?" A hollow emptiness filled the pit of Sterling's stomach as a wave of nausea and anger bubbled inside of him. He sat there, disgusted and speechless. Sterling stood there silently, the rage slowly building. It was a rare sight to ever see him angry. But this. Hearing this made him absolutely livid.

 
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"But you wouldn't though. They have programs for that, they will make sure that you guys get the money you need to survive unil your mom can find a job. And do you really think keeping her in this is making here not a wreck? You act like you truly believe that as long as he

Has you she stays safe, well let me tell you one thing, the changes of that actually being true are slim and if by some miracle they were she would still be a wreck for knowing what you have to put up with. " Alexander explained. " And he won't find out, by the time he does he'll be in handcuffs in the back o a cruiser. And there are also always ways of protecting the both of you from him. There are ways where he won't even be able to lay one hand on you. "

 
Sinead just glared at them both, anger building up inside her. She couldn't form a coherent sentence, she was so shocked and frustrated. She understood what they were saying, but she knew that she wasn't strong enough to leave. And she knew her mother wasn't either. But she couldn't have people diving into their personal issues. And besides, she deserved every second of the torment, anyway. It only made sense that she be punished for coming out wrong. "I... I think you need to leave," Sinead murmured, backing toward the door.

 
"I'm not going anywhere," Sterling protested firmly and crossed his arms over his chest. "I can't walk away in good conscience knowing that you're putting yourself in danger like this." This was getting to be too much. Sterling was familiar with the mindset of abuse victims. They always think that everything is their fault and that they feel no one will be able to help. He'd seen it before. And Sterling was determined to talk some sense into Sinead before she ended up seriously hurt. Or worse.

 
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Sinead said, Get out of here, seriously. If my dad comes home and sees you, I'll be in even more trouble than usual! Please! You guys think that you know how to fix this, and you don't! you don't get it, you can't get it! So just stop trying!" She glared at Sterling. "Seriously." She stood up to him, chest to chest, having to look up because he was taller than her. "I need to be alone right now. And I demand that the both of you leave at once!"

 
Sterling grinned, his anger replaced by an urge to laugh. Sinead was so tiny, yet here she was pressed chest to chest to his tall, muscular frame. It was funny really. And cute. Sterling had to stifle a chuckle and looked to Alexander, figuring he'd let him decide. Sterling certainly did not want to leave. But he didn't want to put Sinead or Alexander and himself in any danger if it could be avoided. But Sinead would be in danger regardless. And he was more than willing to risk his safety to ensure hers.

 
Alexander held back a chuckle at her 'demanding them to leave'. "No Sinead. I can't do that. The last time I did that... "He trailed off. "You remind me of my sister. She was just about as stupid as you. Her boyfriend was a d*ck and was constantly beating the crap out of her. She told me to butt out, so I did. She thought she could handle herself. But she couldn't. One night he got way too drunk and decided he was tired of taking no for an answer. He beat the crap out of her and raped her because it gave him more of a thrill to smack her around while he did it. Until he smashed her head against the kitchen counter a little harder than he'd meant to. A few minutes later he realized she was dead and bailed in a panic. Do you know what it was like wakling home and seeing that. There was, there was blood... everywhere. And I found her on the floor, cut, bruised, covered in blood lying in her underwear. "

"I will never be able to undo that or unsee that. I don't want anybody to ever have to go through that."

 
Sinead would have replied, but then she saw a sleek black car coming up the street. "Oh no. No, no, no. You two need to go, now. He's home." She grabbed them by their wrists and dragged them toward their respective cars. "Please, get out of here. You've just made things ten times worse for me. I promise I'll think about what you've said, but this really isn't a good time to be having a conversation, okay? Get out of here!" She could feel herself going into panic attack mode as the car got closer and closer. Her stomach twisted itself in knots, and she felt like she was going to puke. Oh no....

She ran into the yard, and got on her hands and knees, getting sick in the grass. "Sh*t." She thought angrily. "He is not going to be happy about this."

 
Alexander understood her point. Them being here might end up causing more harm to Sinead in the long run. He stood near the hood of his car a house or two down. He couldn't bring himself however to actually get in the car. He could see the look of fear of Sinead's face see the amount of terror in her eyes. She tried to act tough but he could tell she was actually scared out of her witts by this man.

 
Sinead got up as quickly as she could, wiping her moth clean before her father pulled into the driveway. He got out of the car and waved at her, walking up to her and giving her a tight hug. Too tight, her arm pressed against him, sending pain up and down through it. "D-dad... they were selling stuff," she whispered. "I was telling them to get lost."

Her dad wasn't a huge brawny man. He was lean, and clean cut, wearing a suit and tie from his day at work. And, sadly, he was a handsome guy. Just looking at him, he seemed like the nicest guy around. But at home, he changed into a monster. "We'll discuss this inside," he muttered through gritted teeth, a strange sweetness in his voice, the scent of alcohol on his breath. She hated him. She hated him with all her heart. And yet... he was her father. She did care for him, somehow. With an arm around her shoulder, his hand nearly cupping her chest, he guided her into the house.

 
Sterling cursed and kicked his tire, the anger boiling inside of him. He walked over to Alexander and stood by the side of his car. "What are we going to do now?" he groaned and put a palm on his chest. "Did you see the way he was looking at her?" Sterling cursed again, his hands balled into fists. Sterling didn't know the man, but he knew already his hatred for him was stronger than he had felt for anyone in a long time. Just the thought of that man even touching Sinead made him sick.

 
Sinead and her father were having a shout off in the kitchen, something that had recently become a regular occurrence. She was getting tired of the way her and her mother were being treated, it was true. But she also didn't want to break apart the family. This drove her crazy, and she just wished that he could see himself from outside. It really bothered her that he didn't even seem apologetic about anything.

The argument ended up in getting a severe beating, with a metal spatula of all things. Welts covered her legs, and there was one welt on her cheek. He had also thrown her around a bit, because she was so small, and was cowering in the corner of the kitchen. She knew people would suspect things if she went to school the next day. She would have to figure out how to avoid it-- and the two guys.

 
Alexander sighed and looked at Sterling. He shook his head slightly. " Yeah. We can't leave her in there. " he said. He could hear the shouting from inside the house and his gut twisted into knots. He knew she had told him to leave but his conscience was saying different. His hands too were balled into fists and he crammed them into his pockets of his jeans. He shook his head again. He strode back over to the house again, about halfway and banging on the door loudly, keeping his thumb pressed over the peep hole.

 
Mr. Whelan tried to look out the peephole, but he couldn't see anything. "You stay in there," he warned loudly, casting a backwards glance at his daughter, full of malice. He then collected himself and opened the door slowly, a smile on his face. "Hello," he said to Alexander, looking him up and down. "How may I help you today?" His hair and lean build were like that of Sinead, but that was where their similarities stopped. His eyes were a dark shade of brown, and he was fairly tall. Honestly, not many people would guess they were related.

Sinead stayed in the kitchen, keeping completely silent. When she heard someone knock and the door, she began to panic. They hadn't left after all. Now she was panicked and angry. "They didn't listen to me at all! They should have just left and let me take care of this," she thought with frustration.

 
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