Petite Sister

One

    The ticking of the clock was heard from across the room to where the small girl was sitting, her steady breathing matches the ticking. The echoes that trembled angrily inside her head only continued to worsen with each conflict of pain she was forced upon. The small girl, lost in her imaginary world had no where to hide from this, no where to escape, only to an imaginary alternative place that differs from where she is at the moment. She realized that this has been going on for so long, that, she forgot she had legs. Did she become a cripple? From the state of worry she was in, the girl snapped from her daydream to the kids in front of her. Pedro, the taller boy, made snarky remarks about how she came here and uniquely hurtful reasons on why her parents abandoned her. The little girl who was only eleven did not respond, one, because he was the head house mother's kid so she had no right to say that his mother was a cow who fed off his innocence. Two, because that will just make her into more trouble than she already has been in at the moment. As the time ticked on, so was her breathing, her small hand fluttered to her flat chest, realizing that her heart had been beating the same.

     "Why aren't you gonna talk?" Pedro says downwards towards the girl who had felt her chest, pushing the kids who were kicking her legs away from her. The kids around her were kicking her legs, their own shoes soon wore from the toes to the soles from the kicking. The girl didn't mind however, that was what the children have said to the foster care staff who have caught them time to time. They worriedly look at the girl, they saw her tear stained cheeks as her shaking hands rubbed at her legs. But they never helped. The small girl shook her head slowly at Pedro's statement, her lips parted almost like she was going to speak. His eyes lit up suddenly, he finally got what he wanted.

    "Come on girl! We don't even know your name! Say it!" He cries out, grabbing the petite girl by her pointy shoulders. This made her catch her breath, her cheeks went to a rosy color when he touched her. She shakes her head again, out of bashfulness. The four others that were around them groaned in annoyance or hatred towards the girl, she wouldn't blame them. Because she was the only girl in the entire foster house, she was treated like the special one, besides Pedro. "Jezebel." She whispered in a raspy tone, clearing her throat, although it was just how her voice was. She sounded like a sixty year old stressed grandma who had been smoking BullCrack all her life.

    Pedro gave her an evil smile, something that she didn't even want to see from the beginning because of how it looked on his face. It looked like he was trying too hard to be mean to her, was he really this mean? As Jezebel began to think about this and how she can try and locate his heart, the door opened quickly. "The girl talked you say?" The house mother called out, her eyes wide with wonder as she stared down at the small girl. "Ya mom. She did, her name is Jezebel. That's all she said though." Pedro says to his mother, grinning widely showing his purely white teeth that were perfectly straight. 'He was proud of himself that he had been torturing me for over three years, how lovely.' Jezebel thought angrily, glaring up at Pedro while crunching the back of chips that was in her hands. The house mother cooed lovingly at the name, her eyes were even more lit up if that were possible. "What a lovely name! Now I can finish your adoption papers!" She squealed, her shrilly voice made the young girl's head ache. Pedro's face paled quite a bit, staring upon his mother with betrayal. "What do you mean adoption papers?" He whined, hoping that it wasn't what he thought it was.

    Jezebel stood up, although her knees buckled because of how much pain she was actually in from the torment that Pedro and the four boys put on her. Thinking ahead, she began to think about if she can find her family, or someone loving will bring her out of this hell. Jezebel flashed a brilliant smile, waiting for the overexcited house mother to say what she wanted to say. "Because i'm adopting her!" She squealed loudly, bouncing as her long hair waved alongside her shoulders. Not entirely getting this through her head, Jezebel continued to smile at the housemother. She didn't want to disappoint nor make the housemother disown her like her parents did. "WHAA?" Pedro screeched loudly, making everyone in the room silent except for the already quiet Jezebel. "Excuse me mister?" The housemother snarled under her breath towards her now enraged son. "I made her talk for you by kicking, slapping, putting soap in her mouth, getting her in trouble, just so she can go away! And now you want to adopt her! She is nothing! She is worthless!" Pedro screamed, his brown eyes glassed over with tears, they travelled down his tanned face as he walked over to his mother, hugging around her round and obese waist. "I'm begging you, do not let her become my sister." He whispered, gazing up slowly at his mother. As he did, the four other kids plus the one boy who was spying on us and told the housemother vanished away from the room to their own, not wanting to be in trouble nor in the drama. "Pedro... you.. hurt her?" The housemother gazed towards Jezebel who was still smiling, despite the fact that there were tears running down her face as well. Hell, this is what she gets for talking. She gets to be adopted into a family where the only person who seemed to give a shit about her was the mother who was barely there. From the way that his mother had said it, Pedro thought back on all those times he made Jezebel try to scream or cry or SOMETHING. He pulled away from his mother, his black bangs casts a shadow over his eyes as he slowly gazed down at his white, grass stained socks. "Tch.. maybe I should disown you, Pedro. This... This is why you need the mental hospital." The housemother growled under her breath sharply, slapping him upside against the head, making the boy flinch. "You are sixteen Pedro! She is eleven! She is a baby compared to you!" She sobbed out, starting to cry. Now three people in the room were crying, this was severely emotional for everyone. The housemother rubbed her temples with her skin cracked hardworking hands, she sped walked out of the room as fast as she can, her hands shaking. "I can't believe you.." She kept on repeating over and over again until her voice was no longer heard and the door from down the hall slammed shut, which was her room. 

    Before Jezebel knew it, she was knocked to the ground with a hard blow to the stomach. The air in her lungs instantly evaparated it seemed, her hands grasped onto her stomach as she heaved out vomit, shaking her head on instinct as she wanted to say stop. "Why would you let me make you talk!" Pedro sobbed, seeming to be in denial over what he had done. Jezebel shifted to a sitting position and leaned against the chair, rubbing her stomach in circles while spitting out the aftertaste of the puke. She forgot that she even had chips, but it was too late to save the delicious crunchy food, since they were scattered around her. "Sorry." Jezebel says softly, her voice turning to normal. Her watery green eyes stared upon Pedro's. She was filled with naive innocence, the special type that most children rarely have. Pedro, being severely enraged, misled the look of apology as a look of smugness. "Is that how you feel about the whole situation? You think you can just move me out of my mother's life? I can kill you so fast.." He growled threateningly down at her, grasping onto her hair. "Actually, I am going to bury you. How about that?" He laughed at her, pulling her upwards from her hair. "Ah!" She gasped, feeling the roots of her dark blond hair give in as some of her hair was ripping out. "Please don't." She whimpered sadly, grasping onto his wrist. "No. Fuck you." He responded simply, dragging her out of the house, yet it was from the backdoor since he didn't want anyone to see. "You can go and sleep for a few days with my grandpa." He says to her, pushing her into the dog cage that they found in a junk yard. 

    Pedro grabbed the shovel from the shed and began to dig a hole in the middle of the hard, his back muscles bulged as he lifted out rocks. He threw them against the cage at her, grinning down at her evilly when her fingers were pinched and she started to cry. That was music to his ears, he would laugh at it. "Cry louder I can't hear it!" He cackled. By now the sun was gone and mosquitoes were zooming around with moths, the trees were just dark silioutes against nature and the sky. The only thing that helped Pedro see what he was digging was the light behind him and the stars and the full moon. He turned around slowly, but stopped, not wanting to see her. He turned back around and continued to dig the hole. Behind the wrong doing that he was granting, guilt and sadness was starting to overpower as he stopped digging after he dug about ten feet. "Jezebel?" He whispered towards her, looking back at her. She was laying down in the cage, her knees stuck to her chest as she snored softly, fast asleep from the very active day she had. Jezebel had to run away from the boys, take a few showers because the she would get pushed down into mud, get spanked by one of the staff because she slapped Pedro, and then get kicked in the shin a million times and getting told that she was getting adopted into Pedro's family, and now this. Pedro breathed in sharply, walking over to her and opening the cage door, picking her up and cradling her against his chest, stroking the hair out of her face as he rocked her back and forth. "I'm sorry.. you don't need to apologize.. I do. I hope you can understand why I did this." His eyes darkened as he stared upon her sleeping face. He lowered her into the makeshift coffin he had to do for his art project last year and closed it tightly. It was made out of wood and had metal latches. Pedro grabbed the shovel and began to pile in pounds of dirt until the hole was completely filled to the brim. He  wiped the dripping sweat off his forehead and threw the shovel away, walking back into the house to take a shower. "Where is Jezebel?" One of the boys asked each other. Pedro grimaced, punching the wall and slamming the bathroom door.