Nine.

Finn POV.

"I don't understand why are you crying?" I ask my sister confused, she's a softie, she cries easily, and today is a bad day, I didn't want our parents to see her crying, they are good and nice and all, but if they find out she's crying about something stupid, which she most probably is crying about, they wouldn't be so nice or soft on her, favourite or not, dad isn't raising a softie, he's raising a bad bitch.

"I'm not crying," My older sister lies to me, I'm only fourteen but I can easily read her, I know when she's crying for real, and when she's just tired, she's lying about being tired, something made her cry.

"Liar, did someone hurt you? You just have to tell me and I'll deal with them," I say meaning every word I have said, I'll be there for my sister, older or younger, she's my sibling and I'll take care of her.

"No one hurt me," she says, and I believed her, but as I said she's sensitive.

"Then did someone say something that made you feel hurt?" I asked her in a soft