mary's pov:
i couldn't believe what i was hearing. i had to keep it together. i was just so mad at this whitetaker lady. this sweet, sweet girl didn't deserve this. i wasn't going to let her go back. i held her and then kissed her on top of her head. i then grabbed her shoulders and moved her in front of me. i tucked her hair behind her ears and wiped her tears with my thumb. i smiled at her. "don't worry baby. you're not ever going back there. i won't let it happen." her sad eyes lit up. she hugged me. "thank you so much. i love you." i heard a faint cry. after a nice, quiet moment, i broke the silence. "baby?" "yes ma'am?" why don't we get you changed. you wanna shower why i go get you some of missy's pajamas?" "yes please. thank you." i helped her take of her bandages. the scars were fresh, but they weren't bleeding. i closed the door and let her shower. i walked into missy and sheldon's room. and grabbed some long sleeve pajamas. i sat down on missy's bed and let out a long sigh. i feel all these emotions bubbling up. all of a sudden, i just breakdown. i don't know how someone could treat a child like that. it's so awful. the thought just breaks my heart. after about 5 minutes i go get some water and i hear the shower turn off. "mary?" y/n calls. "yeah baby?" "i was just making sure you were still there." "of course i am baby." she comes out of the bathroom in a towel and i hand her some pajamas. she gets changed in the bathroom and comes out again. "um i'm sorry to be a burden, but can you braid my hair?" she asks with a trembling sound in her throat. "of course i can love." i grab some rubber bands and we go to the couch. i start brushing her hair and then braiding it. she has such long, pretty y/h/c hair. i mention this to her. "thank you. i don't know how it's so healthy. she makes me use old body wash for everything. all the other girls get top notch stuff." she says. i feel a pain. "well, you're here now, and i'll get you whatever you want." i finish braiding her hair and then kiss her cheek. she giggles at this. "all right. you ready to go to meemaws house?" i ask her. "yes ma'am!" "alright then." i smile and take her hand.pic of your pajamas
pic of your slippers
pic of how mary did your hair