The school bell rings and I dash out the door, eager to get home.
No I'm not rushing home to watch an episode of my favorite teen drama, like normal teens do.
I'm rushing home to see my siblings-hoping, praying they're ok.
I get so worried when I leave for school every day that something might happen to them while I'm not there to protect them.
You may ask: What is it I protect them from?
Well the answer is simple: My mother.
I'm not going to lie; my mother is a hooker, drunkard, and the nastiest woman on the planet.
She beats us constantly, especially the younger ones when I'm not present.
Last time, I came home to find my mother standing over my baby sister ILLY with a knife in hand and Katelyn and Ryan dragging at her feet to stop her.
That's why I must be there for them, to protect them.
And that's why I've decided it's time to end our misery.
I have a plan.
It may not be a solid, for-sure-to-work plan, but it's our only hope.
And I plan to do it tonight.
I came home to the noise of crying, screaming and yelling.
ILLY was crying in her highchair, Katelyn was screaming for mother to stop hurting Ryan, and mother was yelling at all three of them.
I intervened immediately.
I cut in front of mother, releasing her grip on Ryan.
"Hello mother, I'm home." I said innocently.
She slapped me across my face.
"It's about time you got your skinny little a** home! The kitchen needs to be cleaned, the laundry done, and shut that baby up before I do kill her this time!" She yelled at me.
With that she stormed to her room and slammed the door behind her.
I bent down to look over Ryan.
"Are you ok Tawny? Did that hurt?" He asked me.
"Nah I'm fine." I reassured him.
I looked at him.
He was five and not to mention small for his age.
He had brown hair and hazel eyes, which right now were red from crying.
He had his thumb stuck in his mouth.
Normally I would have scolded him, but right now he needed the comfort.
I got up and walked over to the still wailing ILLY.
I picked her up from the highchair.
This calmed her down some, but she still whimpered.
I patted her auburn curls.
"I know, you're hungry, poor baby. Katelyn will you hold ILLY for me will I fix her bottle?" I asked handing the baby to her.
She nodded, and sat down to bounce ILLY on her knee.
ILLY's hazel eyes were glassy from her tears, and she had stuffed her whole hand in her mouth to distract her stomach from how hungry it was.
She was nine months, almost a year old.
I prepared the bottle and popped it in the microwave to heat it up.
While I waited I watched Katelyn bounce ILLY.
Brave Kate.
The girl was ten years old with short orange hair cut to her ears, and green eyes.
She shouldn't have had to bear this torture; none of them should have to.
That is why we must leave tonight….
Hey faithful readers! T-Girl here!
Bet you can't guess what today is?
That's right! It's my one year anniversary on FanFiction!
^^ I can say its been really fun getting to know other writers her on FFnet.
I've loved reading/reviewing everyone's stories.
I just wanna thank everyone Ive met for making my first year on FF so great!
Especial thanx to my sis Who.
^^ Thanx for being here for me sis!
Love, T-Girl.