Will I

Kirstie

WARNING: abuse, death

Kirstie walked in to hear the cries of her four year old sister. The four year old had tears running down her cheeks and she hugged Kirstie right away, her small body shaking.

"It's okay, Lilli. It's okay," Kirstie whispered, hugging her sister close to her. She tensed when she heard her mom beg her father to not hit her anymore. "Lilliana, we're sleeping in my room tonight. I'll chase the monsters away."

"Okay, Kirtie," Lilliana whispered, biting her nails. She walked upstairs, looking back at Kirstie. "Why does Mommy have owies and booboos on her? Does she need kisses on them if they hurt? She gives me kisses all the time when I'm hurt."

Lilliana, you're so innocent.

"I don't know, Lilli. She tells me that she doesn't need kisses. Go to my room, okay? I'll be in there in a few," Kirstie told her sister sweetly. Lilliana nodded her her head as she went to Kirstie's room. "Here goes."

The seventeen year old walked into the living room to find her dad straddling her mom, punching her with all his might. Anjelica cried and screamed, trying her best to escape. Kirstie watched as tears ran down her red cheeks. Anjelica managed to turn her head and gasped at the sight of Kirstie.

"Kirstie is home. Stop!"

Mr. Maldonaldo stopped and glared at Kirstie, standing up. He walked to her and was about to slap her, but Anjelica stopped him. He shook his head and took his arm away, stomping upstairs. Kirstie looked at her mom sadly while more tears ran down her face. Anjelica looked at the ground, no wanting to look at her daughter.

"Mom, this needs to stop. Lilliana doesn't understand. She's scared, Mom. I'm scared and even I can't understand why he is like this. Mom, make him leave."

"I can't, Kirstin," Anjelica murmured, rubbing at a bruise. Kirstie remembered whenever she received a bruise from falling or something, Anjelica will kiss and say 'bad booboos'. "I just can't. He'll hurt you two."

Kirstie was about to say something to her mother, but the older woman already walked away. At that moment, she felt she was Lilliana's age again as she began to cry freely. She looked at her mom's picture, one were she looked so cheerful. One before her father started the abuse. She closed her eyes, wanting everything to be okay.

"I just want to make the booboos go away."

~~~

The next day at school, Kirstie could not fight off the feeling that something was wrong. She thought it was cramps and about how she might need to get tampons, but this feeling was worse. The feeling started out as a little of doubt and worry, mostly something you feel when you take a test that you didn't study for. It then escalated into a wave of pain, were you feel like something was your fault even though you had nothing to do about it. She rubbed her stomach, closing her eyes shut.

"Kirstie, are you okay?" Her friend asked, tilting her head. Kirstie nodded, opening her eyes. "Do you need anything?"

"I'm fine," Kirstie reassured her friend, knowing deep down inside that that wasn't true. "I'm probably getting sick."

Her friend nodded as she turned back to the lesson. Something about how some man went into the wild or something like that. Kirstie couldn't pay attention because the feeling became worse. It felt like it was stabbing her now. She finally raised her hand, her entire body in worry-mode.

"Yes, Miss. Maldonaldo?"

"May I go to the nurses? I don't feel good."

Her teacher nodded as he wrote a hall pass for the young girl. Kirstie gathered her stuff and walked up to her teacher, taking the hall pass. She sighed quietly, hoping that she was just sick.

Please let everything be okay.

~~~

"Are you sure you take her? You're only seventeen," the nursery teacher pointed out, looking at Kirstie. The teenager nodded as she held onto Lilliana tighter. "Okay, I trust you. I've know you since you were little. Take her home, Kirstie. Stay safe."

"We will. Thank you," Kirstie replied, carrying her sister to the car. After she situated he sister in her car seat, she drove quickly, wanting to go home right away. "Lilli, we need to go home."

"Why?" Lilliana asked, her voice sweet and quiet. She gasped as smiling happily. "Did Mommy make us chocolate circles? I love those!"

"Those are cookies, Lilli," Kirstie reminded her sister, laughing a bit. She frowned once more, hoping that was true. "I hope so."

Lilliana nodded as she sang some song that only made Kirstie's adrenaline race more. She drove a bit faster, wanting to get home right away. She prayed quickly, hoping that everything will be okay.

God, please let everything be okay. Please, please, pl-

"Why is the car with the flashlights at home? They're red and blue."

Kirstie widened her eyes as she stopped her car. Sure enough, an ambulance was there. An E.M.T carried out a body bag and she felt her heart break as she shook her head.

No, no, no, no, no!

She unbuckled Lilliana from her car seat and took her to the house, yellow tape blocking them from her house. She saw her father being arrested, which made her confirm her worst fears.

Mommy.

"Are you the daughter of Anjelica and Carter Maldonaldo?" A police officer asked, looking at Kirstie. She nodded as tears ran down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry. You mother has passed away."

Kirstie fell to her knees as she began to cry loudly, hugging Lilliana. She held her sister tightly, not wanting to lose her too. She realized that she will be the one that has to take care of Lilliana even though she was seventeen. She does not have any living or well-known relatives. She had to emancipate from her father and adopt her little sister. She was turning eighteen this month so hopefully that won't cause any problems. Someone helped her stand up, her legs wobbly and her vision blurred with tears.

"I'm sorry, Miss. Maldonaldo."

Kirstie nodded as she was allowed to walked into the house. She looked around the house that was no longer a home. She set Lilliana down, letting her do whatever her little heart desires while sure that she stayed away from her mom's room. Kirstie looked up at the picture of her mom from the other night, more tears managing to release. She stood up and ran her hand down the picture, kissing it lightly. She looked at as her vision became more blurry, wanting her mom to be back.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't take the booboos away."

Never again did she say the word 'booboos' the same.

A/N: I know, booboos is a funny word. In this case, it's heartbreaking. I won't be mad if you laugh at the word though. It's just humanly instinct to laugh at words like that. Scott will be next and I'm kind of nervous about that one. I'm nervous about all of them, lol. His chapter involves divorce and that affects me a lot.:/ Anyways, I hope that you all enjoyed the chapter and remember that I love you all.:)

-Maddie🐧🐧🐧