Chiara Romero
A young, sweet little six year old girl that was ripped from the place she had lived in for not only a year, all because of her parent's choices. She had to live with the consequences of her parents choices.
She had to be re-stitched...
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- Chiara Romero -
"Do you want to go or not?" Leo questioned me, as I sat on the couch, staring at him. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go. I never get the chance to decide anything, and whatever I say is normally never considered, so I just shrugged my shoulders.
I didn't realize how wrong I was. They wanted me to decide because everyone has the choice to decide what they want.
"Do you want to go meet our cousins? There is two that are your age, and we will be there the whole time" he questioned again, adding more detail for me. I just started to slowly swing my legs back and forth. What were cousins?
Maybe it was the fact that I looked distracted or that I hadn't answered his question, but he just sighed and switched his legs over. "We don't have to go if you aren't comfortable"
But why should they have to change their plans for me? No one had ever changed their plans for me. So, I just decided on a shrug, which seemed to be enough. "We can always come back if you get uncomfortable or overwhelmed" he muttered, picking me up as he swung me onto his hip.
I noticed how Smokey looked up at me, alert, as I had been moved from sitting beside her. I reached towards her, but Leo just kept walking to somewhere I wasn't sure of.
I had been in my pajamas all day and I didn't really feel like changing. They were warm and cozy, just how I liked them.
When I realized I wouldn't be going back to lying on the couch with smokey, I rested my head on the side of Leo's shoulder. His shoulder was always extra comfy for some reason.
"Tired?" he questioned, as I felt him push a door open with his foot, noticing how we were back in his room. I never really spent much time in my own room. "No" I muttered, closing my eyes as I felt at peace with my big brother.
I always felt at peace when I was around at least one of my big brothers.
"Sure" he responded, a light chuckle leaving his lips as I felt his chest rumble. I smiled lightly at the fact that I had made him laugh. "Let's get you changed" I then started clinging onto his shirt like my life depended on it, which it kind of did.
I was comfy and nothing was going to change that anytime soon.
"You're going to have let go, Chi" he murmured as I felt the tears prick at my eyes. I didn't want to let go. I wanted to stay with my big brother.
"Ok, ok, shush. We will do it another way then" he then pulled me back into his comforting embrace. "AL!" he shouted, making me flinch and the tears run down my face faster. I had no clue why I was crying, but it just felt right.
"Shh, your alright" my head was pushed into his chest as I felt a gentle hand running down through my hair, before reaching my back. I didn't even care if he felt all the scars and bruises there anymore, I just wanted comfort, now more than ever.
