Mafia's Daughter

Dillan

i woke up in what must have been the middle of the night, Taylor wasn't beside me though. as i get up to look for her i heard footsteps outside the door so i go and check.

"where are you going?" i ask as i see her tiptoeing down the hall.

"i'm thirsty," she whispered back.

i nod before closing the door, i could use some water too.

as we walk down to the kitchen and get into the lit up room i see her face is tear stained and red, from crying.

"what's wrong?" i ask, coming up.

"bad dream..." she sighed, as we both got a bottle of water  out of the fridge.

"wanna talk about it?" she shook her head and walked out to the terris, i followed and we looked out at the city in silence.

"see that spot right there?" she asked, pointing to the ground across the street.

"yeah, what about it?" i asked.

"that's where i was sitting one night when a storm started, and i was really weak and scrawny, i must have passed out or something cause i woke up in this house. since then everyone here's protected me... they gave me a family," she smiled at the memory.

"how'd you stay alive for so long?" i asked, she shrugged and played with a loose string on her sleeve.

"i learned to barter, i'd go to some gangs of kids who were also sleeping rough, and they'd help me out if i did in return, i did a lot of jobs for them that weren't exactly legal, but it got me by. never any sex trading, or anything though," she explained.

"i also made a friend at a local drug store, his name was Tony, he'd help out by keeping stuff that went past expiration for me, and would fix me up if i got into fights," she chuckled, i quirked a brow.

"fights?" i asked.

"yeah i could be a little shit sometimes, if there was someone i was on bad terms with that i couldn't fix, i made it a lot worse for them. telling other gangs i'd made friends with not to trust them, lying about how they would steal from the split profit and stuff." 

we were silent after that and i wasn't sure what to do with this information, we finally went to bed about an hour later and i held her close. 

i don't know what i thought, my sister said she was a spit fire, for some reason though i couldn't fathom her getting into fights, or doing crime, or anything that wouldn't spread good. shes done nothing but spread good in my life, and i hope i can do the same for her. 

as i heard her breathing go steady i kissed the top of her head before relaxing, and going to sleep myself.