Remus POV- Age 5
"Remmie!" I hear from my best friend, Hayley.
"Hales!" I call out. I was in my room, coloring in my coloring books.
Hayley runs in, moves my stuff and sits on my lap. "Hi Remmie! How is my best friend? Your mum let her in so I ran in here. I wanted to see you. I missed you lots. I don't want to leave you again. Never ever! Please don't leave me." She says really fast and hides her face in me. Hayley's father left her mum earlier this year and her mum blamed Hayley. Hayley was scared everyone would leave her.
I run my long fingers threw her long red, shiny hair. God, I love her hair. "I will never leave you Hayley. You are perfect and pretty." I hold her close and kiss her head.
Hayley started to cry into me. This was a usual thing for us. Hayley cried and I hold onto her, we do this till she stops crying. My mum told me that I should do this but I want to. Hayley was amazing and pretty. I want to help her know this. She was my star.
I hold Hayley for an hour till she stops. She keeps her face in my chest and snuggles more into me. "What did she do today?" I ask softly. Hayley's mum hits her a lot, so she will run to my house in the morning and try not to get hit. Most days Hayley is not successful, like today. Hayley shakes her head and tries to hide in me. I wasn't the biggest five year old, but by Hayley, I am a giant. Hayley doesn't get food at her house and slept in a closet like room. It fits Hayley's bed and Hayley. My mum has called the police on Hayley's mum a lot of times, but Hayley's mum fools the cops to make it seem like Hayley is faking.
I look at the tiny and scared girl and frown. Hayley has a cut on her head. "It was the knives again, wasn't it?" I ask and sigh. Hayley's mum never uses her hands to hurt Hayley. She uses objects, such as Knifes, tables, chairs, pots and pans, and sometimes worst.
"Add pots and pants and a rolling pin…" Hayley whispers and shivers. I know she shivered, not because of the cold, but because of the memories.
"Hales…" I say softly. I know what I have to do, but that means I have to leave the room and that is one of the hardest things to when Hayley is like this. Hayley looks up at me with scared eyes. "I am going to get food from the kitchen okay?" I asked slowly.
"You're leaving! I'll go with! I'll be quite and help! I swear! Please!" Hayley says quickly and tears up. I knew this would happen. Hayley's mum leaves her at home all the time and locks Hayley in her room for hours.
"Hales, I'll be right back. I'll give you one of my used shirts and you can lay in my bed. I'll bring the stuff and some food. Can you do that and be okay?" I ask. She nods and gets off my lap. I go over to the dresser, with Hayley holding my hand. I get out my shirt and turn to Hayley. "I got the shirt, and am now going to take off your pants and shirt, so I know what stuff to get. I won't hurt you." I explain. I check her over every morning so I can heal her. She nods and keeps her eyes on my hands. I remove her shirt and gasp. Hayley has bruises all over her chest and stomach. "Oh god…" I mutter under my breath. I remove her pants and see cuts all over her legs and bruises over the cuts. "I hate her." I say slowly, anger filling my body. I can't let my anger slip out or Hayley will get scared. I slip my shirt over her tiny bruised body. "Let's get you to bed and you can sleep a little. Okay Star?" I ask. She nods, so I pick her up bridal style and tuck her in my bed, like my mummy does to me. I kiss her lips softly and run out. Mummy says I shouldn't kiss Hayley but I like it, so I do it while mummy isn't around.