Jade's POV
I was pacing the hospital waiting room, waiting for the news. I knew mum was still in labor, but I was a really impatient person. And when I say really, I mean REALLY impatient. I just want to meet my little sister already. I need to have her, that way I can protect her with my life.
Lately it has felt like I've been being watched. I know its creepy, but knowing my father, there is SOMEONE watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. My life is too perfect right now, nothing bad has happened in a few months, and for most people, that is normal, but for me, its just plain suspicious. They are planning something, I just don't know what yet.
I broken from my thoughts when a doctor came into the waiting room. "Taylor Sheeran?" he calls. Me, Jason, Grandma Swift, and Austin all stand up. It was nice seeing mum's family again, I hadn't seen them in a while. "Well congratulations, Mrs. Sheeran had a beautiful baby girl, named Abigail Claire. She was 8lbs 13ou, very healthy." He said. "Can I please go see her?" I ask, bouncing up and down. I was excited, at the least. "Yes ma'am, but only one at a time." He said. I practically sprinted to the room, not wanting to wait any longer. I open the door slowly, greeted by mum in the bed, holding a small purple bundle. "Hi baby," mum says. "You want to hold her?" dad asks. I nodded my head enthusiastically, as he places my baby sister in my arms. She opens her bright blue eyes, raising her arm and grabbing my hair, simply enthralled with the side braid. "Hi Abs, how are you? I'm your big sister, and I've been waiting to see you for a little while now." I said, tears in my eyes. She was so perfect, it was amazing. She was so innocent, and I plan to keep it that way. I look up to see mum and dad smiling at me. "Go to sleep mum, you are exhausted, I got her." I say, grinning ear to ear. Mum slowly nodded, closing her eyes, and was out like a light. Dad sat in the recliner, closing his eyes too, falling into a deep sleep, holding mum's hand across the space between the objects. I slowly sit in a chair, cradling my precious baby sister to my chest as I rock her. She reminded me of my younger sister Claire.
I was four whenever she was born. Mother and Father treated her the same way they did me, but not as rough. I always tried to protect her, but I didn't enough. It was a time when I was six, and few months before I was rescued. Mother and father came especially drunk, I tried to get Claire to quit crying, because they would just get mad, but she wouldn't. I tried to protect her, by throwing myself on top of her, but they pulled me off of her. I was screaming, trying to get to her, to help her. She was only two, and had no idea what was going on, but I knew exactly what was going to happen. I had grown up too quickly, having to take care of a baby at four years old. I was quite mature by six, knowing what did and didn't make father and mother mad, and I knew crying absolutely made them furious. They hated the obnoxious noise, so they would stop it however they could. Father kicked me in the stomach, that way I couldn't get up. I saw them start to hit her, making the crying worse, until it stopped. There, my two year old little sister layer, in her crib, bloodied. They had beaten her to the extent a little girl just couldn't take anymore. When she woke up, I held her in my arms, knowing she had already lost too much blood, and just singing to her, as my parents lay unconscious on the floor. Later that night, my little ClaireBear passed away, in my arms, to my singing. That night I buried her outside, using father's shovel to dig her grave. I assume the rocks and wilted flowers are still there, considering father and mother NEVER went in the backyard. The reason I wanted to name Abbs, Claire, was to remember my baby sister, even though I don't think I will ever be able to forget her, in a million years.
AN: You know know a bit more about Jade's past, and I hope that that little story was touching. I almost cried writing it, just thinking about how a parent could even think about doing that to their own child. I just want to thank you so much for 1.2k+ readers. You guys are truly amazing. I never ever even DREAMED of my story getting this big, and I love growing with it, just like my readers are.
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