𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐫 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐬

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘳

Little Sister

424 words

 ------BEFORE------ 

"Shh. Please stop crying." Eleanor quietly rocked the small child, her little finger coming up to the baby's mouth to get her to stop screaming. "Diana, please stop crying, it's almost done I promise." Eleanor sat in front of the couch, her mother behind her empty beer bottle limp in her hand as she snored quietly the TV still playing the same talk show episode it did every day when her mother got home. The baby in the little girl's hand latched onto her finger putting in her mouth her cries finally stopping as the microwave beeped signaling that the bottle was finally done.

Eleanor quickly stood up holding the baby in her arms as she walked over to the counter standing on the very tips of her toes to reach the door grabbing out the bottle as Diana began to scream again grabbing at her sister's shirt and skin tears streaming from her tightly closed eyes. Eleanor quickly tapped the milk on her hand before putting it in Diana's mouth holding the baby tight in arms so she didn't fall.

"Mom?" Eleanor walked back over to the couch getting up near her mom's feet and sitting down on the stained and torn couch, her eyes still closed despite small mutters coming from her mouth. "Mom? The baby is hungry and tired and-" "Shut the fuck up! I'm fucking sleeping Eleanor." The girl frowned looking at the baby in her arms making sure she was still eating, her thumb stroking her face as a smile appeared. "Hi Dee. Hi there baby. See I said it was almost done." The baby gurgled and then giggled one hand on the bottle and the other coming up to touch Eleanor's face.

"I love you. I promise I'll protect you." The little baby gurgled again, her red hair reflected off of headlights outside, her eyes slowly closing. Eleanor took the bottle from the girl's mouth like Mrs. Beckham showed her before putting the baby on her shoulder patting her back quietly. Diana slowly began falling asleep, her face cuddled into her sister's shoulder, Eleanor quietly humming as she rocked her to sleep.

Eleanor then turned around to look at her sleeping mom, the beer bottle in her hand finally falling off the couch clinking on the hardwood ground and rolling away with a hollow sound, drips of alcohol streaming across the ground. Her eyes then drifted up to look at her face before she looked down at Diana once again.

"I won't let her hurt you too."