WOOOOOHOOOOOO NEW STORY ! So this is completely different from what I usually write but I'm kinda liking it. This is actually based on a book that I wrote. Parts of the story are the same and the plot is slightly different because I had to adjust it to make it fit with the whole BTR thing and all. So if at some point you notice that I made a mistake by forgetting to change the name of a caracter in future chapters, I am really sorry and I would really appreciate it if you would let me know so I can take care of it.

Oh and by the way, I have absolutely no idea why do we have to mention disclaimers because DUUUUHHHHHH nobody in Fanfiction owns anything ! But yeah whatever, this is basically just to say that I do not own BTR.


"Hey are you okay?"

"Huh? What? Um, yeah I'm okay." I replied shyly. James must have noticed the sadness on my face for asking that question. Why? Why only he can see the truth beneath my act?

"It's not good to be sad. Life is great!" James exclaimed.

Sure, I thought. If he had my life he wouldn't say that. Maybe before everything fell apart I would have agreed with him but now all I can do is just stare at his gorgeous eyes and then ignore him like I usually do. It's not that I don't like James but he can get really annoying and as happy-go-lucky as Carlos. He makes things look like it's all good and that he has control over everything. He never has to worry about anything. I wonder what would happen to him if he's happy little world crashes down one day. It will be weird to see him upset.

My life wasn't always a downhill. I had a wonderful life and a couple of problems that made things seem like it's the end of the world but now I realize that they were nothing compare to the pain I have now. I try my best to do what I can to ease the ache but it keeps on coming back.

I had a great family. My parents and my brother were always there for me and, of course, for each other. But, as we all know; things change.

I don't remember exactly what had happened but when I would arrive home from school my dad would always be drunk. Right when I would walk through the door, I can notice the faint smell of alcohol in the air. He was always sprawled on the kitchen table with a bottle of beer in his hand. Mom and Kendall never knew about this because she finishes work at 10 and he would always spend his evenings at Carlos, James or Logan's house. It gave me enough time to sober him up and get him in bed. I didn't say anything either because dad threatened me. Despite the effects of alcohol, he knew that he was highly intoxicated and most importantly, he sure as hell knew who I was and where the knives were placed. I can still remember when he first took out the kitchen knife and pressed it against my throat.

"Stay unimportant and don't mention this to anyone." he slurred in my ear. I was always a tough girl. I didn't let fear show but I was trembling on the inside. I held on to my tears until I was out of his sight. Soon enough this became part of my regular routine. It wasn't so bad at first because I only had to deal with emotional abuse. But when he started putting that knife to use, I couldn't help but put my guard down. I would cry and beg him to stop. He left his mark on my back, my stomach but the worst parts were underneath my arms. Instead of just making random cuts, he carved the words mistake and useless on them.

I think it was at around the third week mark when mom and Kendall found out about dad's addiction. He was once again unconscious on the table while I was in the bathroom taking care of my new cut when I heard the front door open. My heart stopped beating as I was frozen in front of the sink. They weren't supposed to be here. Not yet. Not now.

"Mom, what's wrong with dad?" I heard Kendall ask.

"Kevin? Kevin, wake up!" mom said loudly. I heard more complains from Kendall, more of mom trying to wake up dad and then some grunting. Soon enough my parents were yelling at each other and you can hear Kendall in the background screaming too.

"Mom, where's Katie?" Kendall shouted over them. I was still immobile and I had no intentions of moving, simply because I couldn't. I didn't know what to do. Am I just supposed to act like my alcoholic dad hasn't been abusing me for the past three weeks when my mom and brother weren't home?

"Katie?" I looked at my brother who had fear and worry written all over his face, standing by the doorway. "No, no, no, no, no." he kept on repeating when he approached me. I held on to him and cried.

"I'm sorry Kendall. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. He just… I couldn't… He wouldn't let me… I'm sorry." I kept on whimpering. He hugged me as tight as possible and soothed my hair, trying to calm me down.

"You didn't do anything wrong Katie. It's not your fault. I should've protected you. I'm so sorry I didn't protect you. Stop crying. Please, Katie." he said when he finally let me go. He wiped away my tears but they kept on coming down. He looked at the cut I was healing and then ran his fingers on it. I winced at the sting and he immediately removed his hand.

"Mom! Mom, you have come help Katie!" he screamed. In a flash, mom was by my side, hugging me and crying.

"Why didn't you say anything honey?" mom asked. By now, she has kicked dad out of the house and taken care of my cut. I am way shorter than Kendall so he easily managed to carry me to his bedroom because I still wouldn't move.

"He wouldn't let me. I'm sorry mom." I wanted to tell them. I wanted all of the pain to stop but I couldn't when I know how stronger he is than me. I didn't stand a chance against him.

"Don't be sorry honey. You didn't do anything wrong."

"None of this is your fault." he comforted me. The rest of the evening went on like this until I was getting tired. Kendall let me sleep with him for the night.

"He won't hurt you anymore. I won't let him hurt you anymore baby sister." Kendall whispered as he wrapped his arm around me. I smiled at the nickname he gave me when we were younger. We are twins but he will always be my big brother and me his baby sister.

"Promise?"

"I promise."


I didn't really want this chapter to end like this because I wanted more of Katie and James but it's essential to know what happened to her in the past in order to understand what is going on with her right now. Next chapter, if it turns out the way I hope it will, there will be more Jatie.

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