Yume A.
I ran; we seemed to be doing that a lot in my small family. Mother was at my left and Ta-nii-chan at my right. I was ten and although I didn't totally know what was going on, I still knew better then to stop and ask questions. I also knew the men behind us didn't like mother and me; I knew they didn't want to play, they wanted to hurt us.
I looked at mother. Her flame like hair contrasted beautifully with her pale green high-collared jacket. Her hair swayed as we ran, until she stopped.
She stopped running, and it felt like my heart turned to stone; somehow I knew what mother was thinking.
"Tayuya-pon, Yume-tan, you two keep going; mama will be there in a few moments." She said pulling down the collar of her jacket so we could see her smile.
'You're lying' was what I wanted to say, what I should have said, but I just wrapped my arms around my mother. "Not with out you mother." I pouted.
Tayuya-nii-chan picked me up then; I screamed and kicked, but she never stopped running with me. That night Mother never came, and we cried. First days passed, then, weeks, and soon years had passed by, and mother still never came.
When I was 13 and nii-chan was 14 she had to leave for a month. She came back badly beaten and said she and I would stay together forever; like the sister we were -and are- at heart.
Now the only thing left to do is find father.