To Late

*Flashback/Dream*

Mia's ponytail hit my face repeatedly as she attempted to slither out of my iron grip. Her father tried to reach for her in his drunken state but he missed her and his long claw like fingertips raked across my skin drawing blood.

A blood curdling scream escaped my chapped lips as the pain came as a whole. I heard a low chuckling sound and noted that Mia's dad was laughing about how he had hurt a 13 year old boy physically. While he was chuckling I took my chance and dragged myself and Mia into the treehouse that her own father had built for her on her 9th birthday.

We clambered up the unevenly placed wood planks and sat down on the dust covered plastic chairs that were placed near the back of the treehouse. "I'm sorry you had to see that," Mia mumbled. "It's alright, I just wanted to make sure you were alright when I heard him yelling at you." I replied. "Thank you" Mia whispered back as she walked over and hugged me tightly.

*End of Flashback/Dream*