Our Love

The beginning

My POV

Fuck, I want to go home.....
"Are you listening?" My eyes snap up to my beautiful sisters face. "Yeah, you dumped him because he was a prick." She shook her head at me. "Come on Hailie wheres your head today?" My god damn family. I had listened to my parents yell at each other for hours. She seemed to be okay with it but I was different. As the first born I knew only one job. Keep her safe. Dad walked into the room his eyes flicking between me and my sister. He smelled like stale beer and cigarettes. "Hey....you're here...." He stumbled over towards me. I flinched as he grabbed my arm. "Little girl missed her daddy huh?" I shook my head. " I'm just here for mom and Leah." Had it just been me I would have lost my mind. Told him to take his drunk ass and get out of my house.....because he wasn't my father, or Leah's he was just a guy that mom dated. He had always been an ass. But to me....it was worse. I pulled away from him storming out of the house. One last time I looked at my sister. "Come on Leelee. You want to be safe, with me. Then lets go. I'm not staying here." I could see the sadness in her eyes. "Sis....I can't leave mom." I had never been close with mom. I always was the one taking care of Leah. Making lunches, clothes, anything she needed.
It was me, my job. Mom was either to drunk, to high, or not home to do it. But Leah was like me when I was younger. She didn't see our mother for who she was. She saw "mommy" not Krystal the alcoholic junkie. So I walked away. I haven't seen or heard from my family in about a year now. I was walking to work. Living in LA was cool. The people here are nice....nicer than in Detroit at least. Fuck in New Varra the only person I really had was Marshall. We grew up together, I can't even count how many times he had got into a fight defending me. Do I love him....yea I do.