Thomas Sanders Sides OneShots 4

The helpful four 2 - Alice & Blair & Chance

9:23am

Ummmmmmmmmm anal

Trigger warning: abusive parents, indication of past self-harm

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Chance chewed his bottom lip softly, avoiding staring at the cameras that snapped pictures of them repeatedly, the continuous flashing lights becoming unbearable. He had his small arms curled around his mother's neck, the woman was smiling, gently stroking Chance's waist. Underneath him stood his older siblings - Alice and Blair. They were twins, both thirteen years old while chance was eight. He loved them dearly, and would much rather be in their arms than their mothers, who only holds him when they were in public.

He didn't like the loud voices asking questions to his parents. He wanted to go home.

"Are you sure your children want this much attention?" Someone asked. Chance glanced over at the man who did. A smile resting on his lips when his eyes found him. He looked funny. He was the only one there wearing a tie. Kind of like his dad. That made Chance's smile drop. He suddenly didn't like the man.

"They don't mind, do you, guys?" Their mother responded, smiling at Chance who nodded, remembering what he was told to do before they left the house. Alice and Blair nodded, too, smiling smiles that Chance didn't like. They weren't real. They were all there for awhile longer, listening to their parents answer hurdles of questions that were thrown their way.

"Are you a faithful wife?" Alice whispered to Blair who smirked. "Not at all! This pussy has been home for many, many higher powers" Blair whispered back, the two bursting into giggles. Chance looked down at them, giggling along with their contagious laughter. Alice and Blair smiled at him, Blair, who was closer, curled her arms around Chance's waist and took him away from their mother who gave them all a tight-lipped smile.

"T-thank you" Chance murmured quietly, playing with the strings attached to Blair's hoodie. "No problem, blondie" Blair replied, grinning at him cheekily. Finally, they were done answering questions, and the kids followed their parents off stage and outside the building they were once in. Cameras and voices filled the air around them, Alice and Blair were used to it, but Chance still shuddered and clutched onto his sister.

Once inside the fancy car, the chauffeur pulled onto the street and began driving down the road back to their home. "You guys did well" their mother beamed, Chance smiled a tad, but Alice and Blair both knew once they arrived home it would be a different story completely. Their father, who sat furthest away, stared out the window silently, not saying a word. He hadn't spoken to his children outside the public eye in literal years. The kids were beyond caring at this point. At least, that's what Chance tried to tell himself, wanting to be exactly like his sisters.

The car parked outside their home, and everyone climbed out. "Race you!" Blair yelled, running up the steps and down the path, rounding the fountain that sat squat in the middle of their large front yard. Chance giggled and ran after her, in the end Alice did too, her dress fluttering around her legs in the wind. She and her sister had completely different fashion tastes. While she loved to dress up with colourful dresses, skirts, crop tops, shoulder-less tees, and much more, Blair would rather die before wearing anything other than black jeans, a graphic tee, and a baggie hoodie.

Chance didn't really mind. He just wore whatever his sisters put him in.

"C'mon Chance!" Alice called with a soft smile, watching as Blair pulled back just before the marble stairs leading to their mansion of a home. Chance laughed joyously, over taking his sister to press his hands against the double front doors, jumping up and down happily. "I-I beat y-you!" He exclaimed.