Bailee's POV
"BAILEE!" I heard a little voice screach throughout the house, I ran out of the bedroom and stumbled down the stairs to find Charlie on the cold hard tiles crying, I ran towards her and sat down on the floor and lifted her onto my knee, because she was only 6, she got upset about things easily. I rubbed her back and she snuggled into my chest.
"Now, Charlie, what happened?" I softly questioned her, "Mu-u-mum," she managed to say, however broke down into tears again.
I got so furious to hear that out 'mum' did this to poor little Charlie, I don't know what happened, but I haven't seen Charlie cry this much for so long, it hurt me to see my baby sister like this, I slowly placed her on the floor and stood up, then bent back down and picked her up, her tiny little legs wrapped around my waist and her dainty small arms clung onto my shoulders, she rested her head in the crook of my neck as she slowly calmed down. I kissed her on the cheek and carefully walked up the stairs to my bedroom and gently laid her under the covers and tucked her in, "Get some rest baby girl, I'm just going to have a word with mummy," I die inside every time I call her mum. But I need to for the little ones, "I will be back up soon," I finished, I kissed her on her temple and left the room.
I sprinted downstairs to the game room and threw open the door, "MUM!" I screamed, "BAILEE!" She grunted, she stood up from the chair, "What did you do to Charlie?" I madly asked, "That little shit was getting on my nerves, so I taught the bitch a lesson," she carelessly told me, she had a bottle of vodka in one hand and a fag in the other, she took a quick swig and a puff of her fag, "But what did you do?" I said through gritted teeth, "I only gave her a slap and a kick, then maybe 'dropped' her," she giggled, she put dropped in quotation marks with her dirty yellow hands. "You what?" I screamed in shock, "You heard me you little fu***r, now, bugger off and don't talk to me for the rest of the night," she unthoughtfully said, she collapsed into the chair and took a puff of her fag. I stormed away and loudly slammed the door, Max was asleep in the attic now, he can't hear anything when he is in the attic asleep. I hurried to my room and flicked the light on, Charlie was curled up in a ball crying, "Charlie sweetie, where did she hurt you?" I gently asked, I rushed over to her and lifted her to sit up then carried her to my bathroom, I carefully placed her on the work top and wiped her tears. "Charlie? Where?" I asked, I noticed her holding onto her shoulder with her tiny little hands,_ I reached forward and she flinched ,"Baby, I will not hurt you.!" I said, she nodded and I slowly removed her hand and unbuttoned her night top, I slid it off her arms and looked at her shoulder it was purple and blue, "Awe babe, it's swollen, " I mumbled, "It hurts so much Bailee!" She cried, I looked in the pill cabinet and saw painkillers, I grabbed them and gave one to Charlie after I broke it in half, she had it and looked back up to me with teary eyes, I grabbed a cloth and ran it under cold water and gingerly placed it on her shoulder, she whimpered but I held her hand and rubbed her back, "It's all going to be OK Charlie,!" I said, after a while, I took the cold cloth off and slowly slipped her night top back on, "Come on babe," I opened my arms and she slipped into then and Nuzzled close to me, I carried her to the bed, and we went yo sleep, tightly holding onto each other.
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Bullied.
Randomsometimes we need to fall before we fly. We need to break before we shine. On Bailee's case, hated before loved. Bullied, hurt, family problems, eating disorders..... what else is there? she is longing to be loved, but scared to be hurt.