Issac sat down in the big huge chair that sat in the corner of his small apartment. He sighed and clicked on the TV, he leaned back and stared blankly, flipping through the channels and propping his legs up on the coffee table.
Melissa walked down the sidewalk, tears streaked her pale cheeks and she shivered slightly from the cold. Her black long-sleeved turtle-neck covered most of the bruises on her arms.
[ Basically Issac abuses his little sister Melissa, I need a boy for Melissa and maybe a girl who can change Issac's heart. ]
