PROLOGUE
A small boy lies curled up in his bed, trying to hide himself.
The screams and shouts of his parents echoed throughout the empty, cold house. A small toddler girl, snuggled in his arms, fusses in her sleep. A loud crash, followed by a cry of pain, makes the boy flinch and tear up. He pulls the baby girl close and covers his ears.
'Dad is hurting mom again' The boy cries softly, so as not to be heard, weeping at the unfairness of the world. Hours later, his bedroom door opens, and a soft hand touches his cheek.
"Ian, my baby boy, I've got to go for a while, ok?" A woman's voice calls softly. The boy sits up, wiping his tears.
"How long will you be gone?" The boy sniffles.
"Mom is going to live with Uncle Sam for a while, just so she can make dad's company bigger. Make sure you take good care of Naomi. Don't forget to clean up after yourself, and get good grades in school." The boy's mother ruffles his hair and kisses him on the cheek.
"I love you buddy. I'll be back in a few years. I know that sounds like a long time but, I'll be back before you know it. I just have to make dad happy."
The boy nods, refusing to cry.
'I have to protect Naomi. I'm alone now.' the boy thinks to himself, determined.
His mother stands up and walks away, her feet softly padding down the hallway.
The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode.
"Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me.
"What do you need?" Dad asks
"A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again.
"Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something...
"Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic.
Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that.
I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me.
Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently.
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