Protect Me

"Kia be a good girl and follow your brother upstairs ill be back," my mother said with a stern voice.

"But mommy I wanna go with you," I replied with teary eyes.

"Kia go now!"

I followed my Keam upstairs, Keam is 13 I'm 10. I know my mommy does bad things, but Keam protects me from seeing it, he protects me from a lot of things. Even the strange the guys that come home with mommy. He told me mommy wasn't always like this. I like when we hide in the closet and he tells me stories about mommy when she didn't do bad things.

"bubby?" I looked and saw him staring into space.

"yes?" He replied.

"bubby tell me about the good mommy."

"once when I was 6 and you were 3, he began as I laid my head on his shoulder and stuck my thumb in my mouth, mommy took us to the fair. I had so much fun she let me ride all the rides that the people said I could."

"did I ride with you?" I asked curiously.

"well Kia you rode one ride, but you wanted mommy to ride all the rides and she was too big so you stayed off with her. after I was finished she took us to this room where she closed the curtain and a camera took pictures of us."

I looked and saw a tear roll down Keam face.

"don't cry bubby I like your story."

"Kia promise me you'll always be a good girl," he said looking at me. I wiped the tear that fell down his face.

"I promise bubby."

"Kia I'll always protect you, and I'll always love you, we only got each other."

"I love you too bubby."

And with that we drifted off to sleep cuddled up in the closet.