A/N: Ok. This is just a randonm little drabble about Kendall and Katie. For anyone who has read some of my other stories, you will know that I've been a victim of some really scary abuse. But one thing I never mentioned is my little sister, Ami. She was the one solid rock I had during all of that, mostly because I took all the abuse directed at her. But this is my little tribute to her. Written from Kendall's POV. Love ya, sis.

Warning: Umm…idk….its just a lot of sweet fluffiness

Disclaimer: I don't own BTR, Kendall or Katie.

There are some bonds in the world that can't be broken.

I would never let any harm come to her.

She is my angel, my savior, my rock.

Without her, I have no idea what could've happened to me all those nights.

She was the one who held me in the hospital when I couldn't stop crying.

She is the one who convinced me to live when I wanted so desperately to die.

I told her things that I could never tell my family for fear of more beatings.

During the beatings, I was the one who protected her from the harsh hands and foul words.

I was the one who took it tough and never showed weakness.

But after is when things changed.

I'd lie on my bed, often bloody and sore.

She'd quietly come in, her body small and fragile against my looming physique.

We'd sit in silence until the tears finally came.

I'd cry into her shoulder, my tears soaking through her shirt.

She'd hold me and comfort me, whispering soft words in my ear as I calmed down.

She nursed my injuries, taking care to keep quiet so we wouldn't be found.

When I slit my wrists, she stopped me and helped me heal.

When I threatened to kill myself and tried, it was her soft voice that pulled me back.

This was our routine, never seen or heard of by anyone but us.

Then we grew older.

The beatings had stopped, but now it was sneaking out at night.

One of us was always getting caught doing something wrong.

And the other was always there to cover, even though it was mostly for me.

We lie for each other out of love.

We make up alibis to keep the other safe when we were caught out of bed.

We became famous and fame went to my head, she kept me grounded to my roots and kept me sane.

But she is a teenager and she whines and complains all the time about how hard her life can be.

She never shuts up and it really bugs me sometimes, but I know it's just what she has to do.

Yeah, she can be annoying and get on my nerves; but when it comes down to it, we are family; brother and sister, connected by blood and nothing is ever going to rip us apart.

A/N: And that is that. Sorry if its bad, I wrote it in my computer apps class in 47 minutes and its about to end so i gots to go. Bye