The Needed

Chapter 2

The nurse questionably asked me what happened . All I replied as "I'm fine." I wasn't fine, I just think its not that serious. Besides everyone needed me when I couldn't even help myself. It's so hard helping people without people giving an extra step of effort.

I saw Lydia when I woke up at 2:54 , she seemed still at peace while her brunette hair waved left and her body shallowed right. I went back to sleep trying to be at peace as she was.

I woke up and saw Lydia wide awake with her brunette hair in a ponytail and green leaf eyes gleaming. She was beautiful , Very beautiful indeed but we looked nothing alike I had black hair with brunette streaks and dark grey eyes.

"Lydia?" I pronounced.

"Yes." She responded delicately.

"How long was I in here." I questioned.

"A-a clean two hours,." She struggled

"Oh." I pronounced

I ask a lot of questions . I'm very concerned with a lot of things.

I went back to sleep and woke up and was at home. I didn't feel like asking "where am I." Or "what happened."

I just laid back and thought

Nobody will never understand what I've been through , nor my struggle.

I was 11 being beat and watched my mom getting hit every day. When Lydia grew up we had food? when I was little we ate frozen bread. He hit Lydia a lot because he hated mom at the time and didn't want her .

My mom does not believe in aboarding a child . I feel you should have standards. In a way I should feel happy because it grew me up .

I bit my lip making my lips smooth and wet knowing that it would be dry in under 2 minutes. I looked at Lydia.

"Lydia, where did we go wrong."

Lydia didn't answer I just turned a look. The door rang. I got up and opened it and it was our Dad . He still had that face where his eyebrow was raised and he looked malicious .

"What are you doing here ?" I said repeatedly.

"I'm here for Lydia!" He said angrily

"No." I cried

He pushed me into the stove and grabbed Lydia and barged her out the building. I got up and pulled his necklace which lead him to fall on the ground. I grabbed Lydia and tried to run for the door. He pulled my shoe and I landed my face on the door to the hard floor. It was blurry , All I saw was him snatch Lydia and run away.

I woke up. I didn't now how to react , all was left was Dad beads and Lydia butt mark on the sofa. "She was the one that got away. "I cried as the shiny tears roll down my disturbed face.

"She got away." I cried and pleaded.

I didn't know what to do. The world just froze up . I didn't know where to find her . I got up. I rubbed my arm as gentle tears come down my eyes. They stream in a pattern. Left , right , left , left , right. I walked and grabbed the phone I struggled . " god." I whispered . I didn't know how to adjust to what just happened , I had zero percent of words . Questions barged in my face.

I just let the phone drop. I went to dads house and knocked. He opened and as soon as he did I kicked him into the floor . I ran and pushed down the door . Lydia got up she was drowsy . He had beaten her, So badly . Bruises down her neck and face , and a black eye. "No I cried." As I touch her face.

"Stop." He said

He had a shot gun holding it at an angle, shaking. I sat down with Lydia . " Lydia roll under the bed on 3 ." I slowly whispered softly. 1...2...3! I grabbed the pillow threw it to his face and snatched the shotgun. I shot his leg leaving him to the ground.

Lydia c'mon I yelled under the bed . I grabbed a chair and busted the window. I put her through then me. Picking her up and walking her to the car. I saw the neighbors chatting about her face. I cried. I was supposed to take care of her. She might Die. Flashback; I saw Lydia playing with a no leg broken barbie doll and he kicked her in the head. He had a thick soul shoe. The ones that make the women's heel noise.

I rushed her to the hospital . Knowing that something is going to go wrong.