I reached across the bed seeking the warmth of my little sister, Mitsy, who was curled up in a ball. Her back was slowly moving up and down, obviosuly sleeping. Even asleep she looked beautiful. Her ginger hair spread on the pink hello kitty pillow she was laying on. I propped myself up on one elbow and rubbed the sleep from my blue eyes. It was a saterday morning in the beginning of summer and we had no curtains so the sunlight was drowning the room with light. I dont know how Mitsy sleeps through it, I didnt sleep last night. The shouting of people and the alarming police cars kept me up, awake and alert so no harm would come to little Mitsy who was sound asleep under the finding nemo duvet. I took my legs out of bed and put the duvet over little sleeping Mitsy. After all it was Saterday and there was no need to wake up mitsy from her beauty sleep. But still, not matter what the day, I needed to work. To make ends meet. I was all Mitsy had and she was all I had. I cant risk her being taken to care. Away from me. Im not her mum like you might think. Im infact her 19 year old sister. Nobody knows what goes on at home. They think mums still here. Looking after us. We ran away from dad 7 years ago when Mitsy was only 6 and I was 12, but dad found us. He took mum away from us. We dont know where mum is. She could be dead, her body rotting away in a river without anyone knowing. Maybe the letters we get from mum every month are fake. Maybe its actually Jake sending them. Pretending to be mum. Maybe he is forcing her to right them with a knife pointed to her neck. I cant imagine where mum could be, and I cant worry about that. Sometimes we get a small envelope with a £10 note in it. Enough to buy a basic food shop. From the corner of my eye I see Mitsy stir in her sleep. She sits up and stretches. ''Is mum home yet'' she asked, stifling a yawn. I trun away and squeeze my eyes in hope I wouldnt cry. I grabbed the truth by its colar and wrestled it to the ground. ''No. No not yet, she will come home soon'' The truth creeped up my neck and strangled me. I know I should tell the truth to her but she can never know the truth. Jake will never let mum come home.
I left Mitsy at the table with plain toast. We ran out of cereal, butter, jam and eggs. I was in the shower washing my greasy hair. It gave me time to think. Not the usual type of thinking like what positive things will happen, weather I frogot to do the washing up, the cute top I saw in the shops. M thinking was more about the negative side of things. Will jake try and take Mitsy? Will someone find out? what would happen to mitsy if I was gone? Is mum dead?
