I wake up, like any other normal day. If that's what my life is. I look across my room and I see Jade's empty bed. I haven't seen her in six years. Hard to know that my big sister didn't want me in her life.
I get up and see my little sister. Addie is just ten years old. She was just four when Jade had left us. When mom went to prison. When dad started to train us. She has seen and done things in the ten years of her life, that no child should ever know.
Jade left both of us when she was thirteen. She left her nine and four year old sisters with our bastard father. I've been taking care of Addie ever since. Actually, even before then both me and Jade took care of her. Jade had taken care of me before mom went to prison. After she left I had to learn to take care of both myself and my baby sister.
Addie is my only reason that I didn't leave. I couldn't leave her alone with our father like Jade did to us. She is the only person in this world I trust and love. I've got her back and she's got mine. She may be ten and small, but she is a strong fighter. Dad made sure of that. To others, I may be a mean bitch, but to Addie, I can never be that. She is practically the only thing in this world that can ever bring a smile to my face. I would do anything for her. I give her practically anything that she wants. That I can give her at least.
I finally get out of bed. I walk over to Addie's bed to wake her up. Before I wake her up though, I just stare at her. She looks so much like I did when I was her age. Except she has a lighter skin tone than me, and a lot smaller than I was when I was ten. She is to precious. Adorable actually. She lives up to her name. Adorabella. Adorable beauty.
She's sleeping on her side with one of her hands under her pillow. I know for a fact there's a switchblade under that pillow. I have one under mine. A little girl should not had a weapon with when she is sleeping. She shouldn't have a weapon with her ever. She shouldn't even know how to use it.
"Addie," I whisper. "Addie wake up." I start nudging her shoulder slightly. "Sweetie, wake up." Addie finally hears me. She replies with a little groan.
"Five more minutes," Addie replies. "Please."
"No Addie. Come on. You have to wake up." I know I said I give her everything, but she does need a little bit of discipline. I'd rather give it to her than dad. She finally gets up and rubs her eyes. She then looks at me.
"Morning there little sis," I say with a smile. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah. You?" she replies with a yawn. She begins to stretch her arms up.
"Alright. I always do after a hard night of training." I replied back. Dad had trained us last night. Martial arts was last night. Dad says he wants to make sure his girls can defend themselves. He's been telling us that for the past six years. I stopped believing him a long time ago. I know what he's training us for. He is a monster.
"Your arm feeling better?" Addie asked.
"A little. Just a bit sore now." I said while rubbing my sore arm. Got it last night from training. Not from Addie, even though she would be able to hurt someone's shoulder. It was from dad. He did it when I let Addie out of a headlock. I put her in it for about five seconds then let her out. I hate hurting her during training sessions. Dad was pissed that I let her out instead of her trying to get out of it herself. After I did that he twisted my arm and said that Addie needed to learn. That if I was to show mercy on my opponent, then I would be dead. Addie was standing there begging dad to stop. He let me go. And by that I mean threw me to the floor. Addie had rushed to help me. Dad was pissed at her too.
"Begging shows weakness." Dad always says that to us. After that he left. To do "work". He normally comes and goes. I'd rather have him gone. Away from Addie. She's safer when he is away from her. Both of us are. He should be protecting us. Not treating us like crap.
"I hate it when dad hurts you Arty," she says with a sad look on her face.
"I know. And I hate when dad hurts you. And when he makes me hurt you," I tell her. She's my entire world. She should be that to dad too. Both of us should be. "I'm gonna get breakfast started. Wanna help?" I ask.
"Yeah!" she exclaimed. "What are we having?" she asked.
"Eggs and bacon. Your favorite." I reply. She gets out of bed and we walk to the kitchen. Dad is still gone. He most likely won't be back for a couple of days. Fine by me.
We start with breakfast. She hands me the eggs from the refrigerator. I start the stove, put a two pans on it, grab a bowl and fork. Scrambled eggs. Just like Addie and I like them. I think she only likes them because dad hates them. That's not why I like them but it's a plus. I crack an three eggs and give Addie the shells to throw away. Addie then hands the milk and salt. I pour the milk and add the salt. She then grabs the bacon from the fridge and hands it to me. She mixes the eggs while I put the bacon on the pan. When she done she hands me the bowl and I pour it onto the other pan.
An hour later, we're done eating breakfast. We head back to our room to get dressed. I put on a tank top, jeans, boots and pull my hair up into a ponytail. Addie put on a t-shirt, jeans and my old tennis shoes.
"You all done?" I asked.
"Almost," she says. "Can you braid my hair?"
"Of course." I reply.
She sits on her bed and I sit behind her. I braid her hair into a French braid. She has long blonde hair. Not as long as mine, but still long.
"Okay all done" I tell her. She touches the braid. She gets up goes to the bathroom to look at it. "How does it look?"
"Great. How do I look?" she asks.
"Gorgeous as usual gorgeous." I tell her.
"Thank you beautiful" she says with a big smile. She rushes over to me to give me a hug. I hug her back.
I love this little girl more than anything. I will never do to her, what Jade did to us. I always have protected her, and always will. No matter what.