Hearing her mother's screams once again, a tiny six year old, crawled out of bed and walked over to her sister's bed. Pushing the hair away from her eyes, quickly kissing her forehead, before walking towards the stairs as quietly as she could. Sitting just out of sight on the stairs, the pint sized girl, looked into her families, family room. She watched in absolute horror as her father raised his hand towards her mother, before pulling away and repeating. She instantly felt sick as she saw the blood dripping from the knife. The small child watched in panic as her mother fell to the ground with a crash. She knew better than to interrupt her father, so she silently waited until her father left.
He always went drink after beating her mother. She quickly and quietly made her way down the rest of the stairs and straight towards her mother, who was lying still. The tiny girl knew an awful lot but watching the blood pool around her mother, she couldn't think. When her mind finally kicked in, she got up, running next door. She knocked quickly and loudly, she waited patiently for the lovely lady who often baby sat her. As soon as the lady answered the door and saw the young child, she knew something wasn't right, who had grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards her own house.
As they approached the front, her father walked up the driveway. He instantly dismissed the young lady, apologizing for his daughter's early morning call. He pulled the terrified six year old into the house, telling her to pack clothes for her and her sister. Not wanting to upset her father anymore, she obliged, running up the stairs to the room she shared with her two year old sister. She quietly slipped in, she walked over to the walk in. She closed the door as she entered. She grabbed two duffle bags, quickly and quietly packing, clothes, blankets, paci's and a few toys. Walking back into the room, she shook her sister awake, dressing her, before walking back into the bathroom. She grabbed the toothbrushes, hairbrushes, hair ties, and the necklace that her mother had given to her for her sixth birthday. She quickly ran downstairs putting everything in the car, like her father said to. Running back upstairs she picked up her sister, buckling her into the car. The pint sized child buckled herself in, before resting her head on the window and watching the landscape speed by and as the sun rose high above the car.
The car came to a stop out the front of an old school. He told his six year old daughter to get out of the car and get her sister. She picked up the duffle bags and threw them on the side of the road, she turned to her sister and unbuckled her, she sat her sister down next to bags. She closed the door, her father wound the windows down. "Goodbye Madelyn and Zoey." was all he said as he drove away.