Bellamy Jackson is a sweet girl known by many but only hangs out with 3 people she calls her best friends. Bellamy is a one of the top competitive dancers in her state. Dancing is one of the most important things in Bellamy's life. It helps her forg...
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It was quiet. The whispers of the television filling in the silence.
Belle had gone to get ready for bed, doing her skincare in the bathroom. She was so happy she almost cried when Harley showed up with her skincare and haircare, it was cute.
I looked down at the gold pendant resting against my chest.
I reached up and curled my fingers around it, thumb brushing over the tiny engraved star.
That kid. That little Brat.
I chuckled softly, swallowing down the lump in my throat.
She had no idea what this meant to me.
Or maybe she did, in that weird, scary way kids sometimes know how to hit you right where it hurts without meaning to.
I let the pendant fall back against my chest and leaned my head against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling.
My throat was tight. My chest too.
I'd never say it out loud, not to her, not even to Belle...but that kid?
She saved me too.
There was a soft knock on the door.
I look up when it opened, and it was Azura peeking inside with a stuffed bear in her little hand.
"I thought you went to bed," I stated, she stepped inside the room, closing the door behind her.
"I did," she mumbled, her voice small, "But I couldn't sleep."
I shifted up on one elbow. "Bad dream?"
She hesitated, shaking her head. Eyes dropped to the floor, Then looked back at me.
Her eyes were already glassy. Big green eyes, round and blinking fast.
"...I didn't wanna wake up and find out you were gone," she said, barely above a whisper. "Didn't wanna miss saying goodbye and I never see you again."
I blinked, caught off guard.
A little dramatic, if I'm being honest.
But then again, she was a kid. And those tears, those quiet, barely there ones she was trying so hard not to let fall...hit me harder than they should've.
I hated seeing the little brat cry.
I rubbed a hand over my face, sighing.
"Get over here, Brat."
She didn't wait for me to say it twice. She came padding across the room, climbed onto the bed without looking at me like if she did, she'd cry for real.
She curled against me like she used to do, her cheek resting right over the pendant she gave me about an hour ago.
I draped the blanket over her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
