Little Big Girl ~ on hold

chapter 1

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I woke up to the sound of heavy footsteps and the light of a flash light down the hall.

"Freeze don't move put your hands in the air" my mother who was probably coming to wake me for my first day of school stopped dead in her tracks like a deer in head lights.

"Ma'am put your hands in the air." It wasn't till the third time the officer asked my mother did she put her hands in the air. "Ma'am whose all back there" she didn't answer. "Ma'am!" he yelled. "Whose back there."

"It's just me and my daughter" said my mother.

"Ma'am I'm going to need you to come with me." When my mother did not move the officer grabbed her by the arm and practically dragged her out the room all the while my six year old frame sat curled in the middle of my bed crying afraid of the big man with the gun.

I crept out the bed on light feet careful not to make a sound as I fallowed the sound of loud yelling and my mother crying. I peeped through the crack the open door made. When I didn't see anyone I slowly opened the door and crept down the hallway past the bathroom and my mothers room and into the living room. What I saw my little mind could not understand.

My mother was over to the left side of the room, the big man from before was holding her around the waist as she tried to reach my father. My father was struggling in a kneeling position on the middle of the living room with his hand cuffed behind his back, while another big man with an even bigger gun was yelling and trying to hold him down.

There was about four men and two women in total. Two more men piled on top of my father when he continued to struggle. A shrill cry rang through the room everything seemed to stop as everyone looked at me. Another cry rang through the room and another and another. The next thing I knew they were running at me with crazed looks in their eyes.

I shot straight up in my bed sweat dripping down my face. I looked over to where my alarm clock sat blaring on my bedside table its red lights blinking 6:30 and hit the off button. I sat like that in my bed legs crossed replaying my nightmare over and over. That wasn't the first time I've had that dream I've had them ever since that day...

After about five minutes I got up and went to get ready for the day. I went to my closet and decided on pink and blue floral crop top and white distressed shorts with my white vans. I took my clothes into the bathroom and hopped in the shower. After about twenty minutes later I hopped out of the shower. I lotion my caramel skin with my favorite cucumber melon b&b lotion put on my clothes, and after deciding to just put my mass of curly brown hair in a ponytail I jammed my baby hairs down and went to wake my little sister.

Crept down the hall careful not to wake my mother. I knew she would probably just be getting in after a night of partying or from one of her many boyfriends homes. I can't say my mother was always like this, for years after my father... left she hadn't been the same. She's tried to stay strong I knew she wanted to but my mother was a weak woman and without my father she fell apart. She started out just drinking wine every other day and that would turn into every day and then that wine would turn into liquor. Next thing I knew she was shooting heroin and partying till the sun came up.

As I walked into my sister's room I went to stand by her little princess bed. I watched her as she took small even breaths. Her hair like mine only a little lighter splayed across her pillow, she smiled in her sleep no doubt dreaming about gum drops and sweet pops. I bent down to shake her awake.