Little Girl

Prologue

I ran home from school. Exited to see my brother, Joseph. But he lets me call him Jo. I was 9 at the time. I didn't know anything about what my brother did while I was out at school. He started taking care of me after the police arrested my father for child abuse. My mother had died giving birth to me. Jo had dropped out of high school to take care of me. I never understood how money worked. I just knew that me and Jo were happy. He read me a story every night. Either from the books I wrote at school for him or from his head.
Now I know where he got the money.
He was In a gang.
I opened the door to see my brother and 6 other men. Probably a few years older than him. It took me a few seconds to process what they were doing to Jo. He was bloody. With a small frown on his face. Not the usual laughing, understanding, wide smile on his face. The men all had tatoos on they're left arms. I looked at the same spot on Jo. His flesh showed. Red. I threw up in seconds. I was afraid. One of the men started walking towards me. Holding a knife.
I ran. Faster than I ever could. I wanted to help my brother. My Jo. The person who didn't let me go. The person who saved me. Now I need to save him.
I ran to the school. I stayed with my math teacher until toutoring was over. I didn't tell anyone. When I came back the only sign of Jo was a small red mark on the floor. I got all the nessisites I needed. Money for food. My life savings. I was saving up for Jo's birthday his 19th birthday. We were going to eat downtown. Then I was going to take him to see Moms grave.
Today Jo would be 27. I'm 19 now. I know all there is to know about the people who took my brother. I know the names of the leaders. I know how many I'm up against. And no one will go through what I have been through.
I've told no one until now.
I am Tara.

[So yea, this is a storyline my friend gave me when she decided she didn't want it and I really like it so I'm gonna finish it. I hope you guys like it too!]