Charlie Pov

I was on my phone texting Alyssia, a girl who I had a crush on for years and was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, except for little Sam, who looked just like our mother, and my eldest brother, it was his tiny twin, in which I am so glad she doesn't act like him.

Yes I do remember my brothers, the biggest assholes they were, for letting mum leave like that even though she was pregnant. You see, my so called father found someone younger and prettier than mum, so he replaced her and sent mum away. My brothers didn't detest when they said to take me with her, I was the least favourite brother and they all thought, "well one of us had to go, might as well be Charlie".

I rolled my eyes at the thought, but Sam was too busy playing her stupid car game.

I did notice the two girls behind me checking me out, which made me smirk to myself with confidence, they were cute but Alyssia was the girl for me, but then Sam must of noticed it too as she turned to me, looking me up and down in confusion as I just pretended not notice. It was easier to do that, but just the thought of someone hurting her, especially that man at the bus stop, made me furious. 

It would never happen if my brothers were around, especially Adam, he was the eldest of all of us and was the boss, without a doubt and terrified me as a child. I had 5 other older brothers as well as Adam, and Sam had 7 older brothers, six in which she should never know about.

I always thought about it though, to tell social services to just call my dad, I'm sure that they did at first but he heard my mothers name and instantly hung up. It was sad really, that Sam never got to grow up with a mum and a father, as well as her brothers, but I knew it was for the best, I knew what they do for a living now and I really don't want Sam around that.

I'm pretty sure they didn't even know mum was pregnant at the time, father basically just slept with her and then threw her away. She got really sick when she was pregnant with Sam, we didn't know if it was a she or a he though, but when she finally got the gender she collapsed out of pure happiness, thinking about the future she would have with her little girl.

But when Sam was born, she lasted a few months before she passed away, but in that time it was the happiest I had ever seen her, just cuddled up with Sam all the time. It was the worst moment of my entire life, and I use to hate Sam, always thinking it was her fault, I was only a kid at the time though. 

I soon realised that it wasn't her fault, and that she was the best thing in my life. I have been there ever since, raising her to try and be a good and kind person, which is quite hard can I just say. She was diognosed early with autism and Hdhd, and it was pretty obvious she was really smart, like genius smart, I mean she does do my physics homework for me at this point, which is at an advanced level.

It's alot harder than mum made it look, I mean she did raise 7 boys until father threw her out, but I think I am doing alright. She does have one friend, James and they are pretty close, we normally go to the museum together just us three, but he was busy this weekend with his other friends. Sam didn't mind though, she was more of a loner than anything else.

She mostly would just hang out with me, in which I didn't mind at all, but I knew out foster father was a proper creep and I hated to see her look so uncomfortable around him, but he didn't hit us which was kind of a jackpot in my opinion, I think it's because he knew that if he layed one finger on Sam, I would kill him. 

In which I obviously would, she was practically a baby for gods sake.

Anyway, we had gotten to the Museum, in which I knew the entire place by now, and it didn't change that much, if ever to be honest. I would rather be spending my weekends with my friends and going out to parties, but I knew I could never leave Sam for that long without me, even though she would probably be fine.

She has always been like that, always had the common sense to take care of herself, the only thing that I can't let happen, is someone touching her or taking away Arktos, because she goes absolutely crazy when they do, it's like something in her mind goes off and she freaks the fuck out. The other foster kids use to think she was really strange, so they got us a place where it was just us and no other kids.

Sam loved that. 

"Come one Charlie!", I heard Sam say, pulling onto my hand to get off the bus as quickly as she could, as I just laughed and grabbed out bags. When we got off I noticed that there were a few black Suv's at the front, they reminded me of the ones dad use to have before we got thrown out. 

I just shrugged it off and headed inside, with Sam clinging onto my arm excitedly, saying hello to all the security as she knew all their names. She was so cute, giving them all a little wave, as they smiled back and their faces lifted.

Sam had that effect on people, no matter how down you were, or how shitty you felt, she could always manage to make you smile, to make you feel happy just because she smiled at you. It reminded me of my mum and I think she knows that. I say hello to them as well whilst shaking my head as they laughed. It was like a mini family in a strange sort of way, I knew Sam thought they were.

When we got in their, I noticed more men than usual, with suits on and mics in their ears, just like how I use to back at my last family home. This made my heart beat faster, knowing that maybe it could be our brothers. Why the hell would they be at a science museum? I'm going crazy, it's probably just some famous person visiting or something with their children.    

"What's wrong?", I heard Sam say from behind me, still holding Arktos. I just shook my head and gave her, her backpack as she put it onto her back. It was so adorable, the bag itself was nearly as big as her, but she managed. 

"Come on then munchin", I said to her whilst grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the dinosaur section, her most favourite part. She would point and be at awe wherever we walked, with parents normally taking attention of us and smiling in my direction, then giving Sam eyes of admiration because of how cute she was.

She was incredibly cute, she reminded me of mum, and I could also see my father in her, she had his nose, his intelligence, his wit. She knew how to do things I didn't even know, she made a new years resolution to read a book every three days, and she has managed that. We would normally buy out charity shops with the money I get from my job. Soon enough, I'll be able to adopt her, and go live somewhere else.

I just watched as other kids just stared at her, little girls out of jealousy, little boys wanting to say hello because she looked so friendly, but were always put off with how quiet she was, how reserved she was.

Whilst the other kids were complaining about being bored, she loved the facts and the paintings, to be honest she probably memorised every single fact in this place, but she loves it here because I have been taking her here for years, and I guess it's just something familiar to her. 

I just smiled at her as she ran about staring at things, things that she had seen many times before but still managed to make her mouth gape in amazement, obviously amazed about how the universe works.

"You want to go to the art gallery section?", I asked her, shaking her a little so she came out of her trance. She turned to me after a second, still clinging onto that bear I got her. She named it Arktos, meaning bear in ancient greek. 

She was three when she named him properly. Three! Before them she just called it "Grizzly Bear" which was still adorable, in a small british accent. She caught it off Sam who was very british.

"Hell yeah!", She said, skipping off towards the art section, obviously knowing it of by heart. She truly astounded me sometimes. I just knew that she was going to do great things in the future.

That's one of the main reasons why I wanted to make sure my brothers stayed as far away as possible from her, they would wanna cuddle her, and make her marry some asshole from another family who would make her have a shit ton of kids, probably guys I heard women are pretty rare in our family. 

Mum has four brothers as well, who were also assholes. God I hate my family, I just wanted to run away with Sam, let her thrive and do something she loves. 

I was cut short when I noticed a tall man stood looking at a painting, not noticing Sam until she sat down next to him, oblivious that he was there. After a moment the man noticed her, in a big black jacket worth at least a grand. I stood closer, as I sensed familiarity about him. I also noticed another man stood there.

He was also looking at art, but I couldn't see his face as he was facing away from me. I stood frozen for a moment, recognising the smell.

That strong smell. I turned to Sam and she explaining the metaphors or some crap about the painting, as the man just nodded along, still unable to see his face. I was about to go grab sam when someone put a hand on my shoulder.

"What the hell-", I started to say, turning around to a very familiar face.

"Hey Charlie, fancy seeing you here", Aiden said with a smirk, my third eldest brother. I looked at him with horror as a million thoughts ran through my head.

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