"Rizzo!" Five year old Mackenzie called to her big sister.

Rizzo ran into her little sister's room, worried that their father might've hurt her again. Their father didn't care about them at all. All he cares about was money, and he hurt them all the time. Those were the nights when Rizzo would hold a sobbing Mackenzie in her arms, telling her stories and reassuring her that everything would be okay.

Rizzo entered the room to find her sister curled up in a ball, crying. When she spotted her big sister, she ran over to her. Rizzo picked her up.

"Are you okay? What happened?" She asked.

"I had a bad dream. And it was the baddest dream ever!" Mackenzie replied.

"What was it?" Rizzo questioned.

"Daddy was hurting you!"

Rizzo sighed. She knew Mackenzie loved her more than anything else in the world, and she loved her even more.

She kissed her little sister's forehead as she leaned her head on her shoulder. "It's okay, Kenz. I don't care if he hurts me as long as you're okay."

"Really?"

"Really. I love you."

"I love you too."

"I'll sleep with you if you want."

Mackenzie's little eyes lit up. "Yeah!"