My diary is a joke

The Man That Bought Me.

Kevin and I finally out of bed and went downstairs. We didn't realize that we both missed all of school and all of our collage art class we take but Mr. Taylor called them and told them a general idea of what happened and said that he has it handled. I didn't quite like the fact that he told them that but he is like my other father so I didn't mind much. When we made it downstairs it was dark outside so the lights were on in the kitchen. As we walked in we saw Mr. Taylor cooking.

"Hey dad" said Kevin.

"Hello Mr. Taylor" I said with a tired face.

"Hey you two!! hungry? I'm making some stir fry"

We sit down at the bar that was built into the island in the center of the beautiful, big kitchen. I lay my head on Kevin and yawn due to not sleeping in about -- How long has it been now? 3 days? Maybe 4? I'm not sure but mom made me go, go, go. Mr. Taylor got done with the yummy stir fry, we ate together and talked about the collage art class were taking. It was almost 5:30 now and I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer so I excused myself to go lay down in Kevins big, soft bed. I curl up in a bawl due to the cold temperature outside. It was fall, aka my favorite season. I threw the covers over my shoulders and felt the warmth rush over my small body. I am barely only 5'5 but the doctor said I am 5'4 but I was so close to 5'5, it was just better to say I was 5'5. My eyes came to a stop along with my mind.

I'm sound asleep and i hear the door open and shut softly then feel a gentle touch on my arm running from my shoulder to my wrist. Kevin climbs into bed with me and cuddles me close. I guess you could say we were "spooning" but that's such a weird term for it.

I could hear my thoughts running with the pitter patter of my heart as he just lays with me. Once he gets comfortable I turn to face him. His eyes were closed so he didn't really know I was staring right at him until he suddenly opened his eyes just a tiny bit to the point where I could see the little blue of his eyes. I quickly closed my eyes and he smiled and kissed my forehead.

*door bell rings*

Kevin and I look at each other a bit confused. Something breaks. It sounded like glass so we went downstairs quickly to see what happened. As we get to the bottom of the stairs we see Mr Taylor on the floor with a bleeding head with a big guy standing over him angry. Kevin gently pushes me behind him as we stand there silently at the bottom of the steps. The strange man turns and looks at us then smirks. he starts to walk over to us when Kevin pulls out a fairly big pocket knife and points it at the man.

"Stay back you bastard!" Kevin yelled.

The man didn't seem to care that he had a knife and kept coming at us. He tried to grab me and Kevin cut his face with the knife. The man stopped for a second and felt the blood on his fingertips.

"Now you've pissed me off" he came rushing faster to us and grabbed Kevin by the shoulder and practically threw him across the room. My eyes went big and I tried to run for the door and I almost got there but he grabbed my hair and pulled me back.

"Where do you think your going missy?" he says with a smile.

"Please! Leave me be! I need to get them help!" I scream.

"No can do sweetheart. Your coming with me."

"No!!" I elbow him in the gut. He lets go of my hair and I turn then kick him in the crotch as hard as I could. I rush over to Mr. Taylor where Kevin is even though he is holding his stomach.

"Mr. Taylor, Mr. Taylor can you hear me?" I say while gently shaking his chest.

"Dad? Dad wake up!" Kevin says.

He opens his eyes a little and says..

"I'm ok, really.. Just go get help now! It's just a little head injury." He says sitting up a bit. Kevin and I help him move to the closest wall so he can lay against but He stands up and when he does the man comes quietly over and --