The Young Racer - The First Two Years

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         Dom turns to the stairs and starts walking up them. I watch as he carries me into a hallway, walks down to the fourth door on the right, and opens it. Inside is a dark blue painted room with a big bed and other manly stuff.
(Remember, this is from the POV of a six year old)
"This is my room, your sleeping in here with me until we finish your room," Dom says. I nod happily and look out the window. It's really dark out.
I start feeling tired and lay my head on his shoulder.

"Are you getting tired?" He asks me.

I yawn in the middle of saying "Yeah."
He chuckles and calls Mia. She brings up my backpack that has my overnight stuff in it. I might have been staying at the police station overnight, so I had a bag ready, but I didn't have to.

Dom walks into his room and sets me on the bed. He walks out to do something and Mia helps me get ready for bed.

I put on my blue pajama shorts and a black t-shirt. She asks me if I want my hair back I shake my head. After I finish brushing my teeth I crawl into the bed. Mia walks out and says Dom will be back in a minute.

After about three minutes, Dom walks through the door in sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

He lays down on the opposite side, turning off the light and turning on his side, facing me.

"Hi," I whisper. He laughs lightly.

"Hi," he whispers back.

"It's really dark," I whisper.

"Yeah it is,"

"I don't like the dark," I whisper, looking around.

"And why is that?"He whispers, sounding cautious.

"I didn't have any lights in my old room, I see scary shadows in the dark," he motions for me to come toward him so I crawl over and cuddle into his chest.

"Your safe with me." Is the last thing I hear before I fall asleep.

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I lay in my old room, which is nothing but a bedroom with a mattress and a crib. I walk over to the crib, but the toddler in it is someone who I feel I should know, but I don't.
I walk through the door and down the steps. My father stands across from me in the living room. He is just standing there, with a bloody knife in his hand. I walk into the kitchen, I turn around and see my mom's body.
I scream my head off.
(Dream ends)
I sit up crying and Dom sits up next to me. He pulls me into his chest and whispers "It's okay,you're okay," and runs his hand over my hair.

After a little bit, I'm no longer crying. Dom lays back down and holds me as close as possible. I cuddle into his chest and he wraps his arms around me and sighs. Eventually he starts running his hand over my hair and after about 15 minutes I'm asleep.

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I wake up the next morning. I look over at Dom who is watching the small TV that he has in his room. I yawn and rub my eyes as I sit up.
"Morning," he says.

"Mor-" I yawn in the middle of the word,"ning," he chuckles a little and I cross my legs and sit on the bed. He looks at me.

"Are you hungry?" I nod and he picks me up as I lay my head on his shoulder. It's weird. I dont trust anybody else like I trust Dom. It's really odd because I haven't known him for very long, but I just have this feeling that I should trust him, and Mia. He walks out into the hallway and carries me farther down the hall. He opens a door and Mia is reading a book on a bed that seems to be hers.