I wanted to do a more dramatic story, hope you like it!
Rizzo's POV-
I walk into the house to hear a loud scream. I run to my room to see my baby brother and sister crying and my dad beating them both. George, my baby brother, is thirteen. Evelyn, my baby sister, is six. We all have different moms, I remember when George was found on our door step, then seven years later Evelyn came.
Those two are mine, I would do anything for them and it practically kills me everytime my dad hurts them. I run infront of both of them and my dad starts to hit me instead. I end up getting the worst of it, Evelyn and George aren't thatt bad, but it's still horrible.
My dad walks out, I pick George and Evelyn up, and I sit down on the bed with them.
"Sissy?" Evelyn says looking up at me.
"What's up Eve?" I ask.
"Why does Daddy hurt us?"
"I don't know baby, I don't know." I look down at her and George and kiss both there heads. "You're both ok though, right?"
"We're ok." They both say in unison. "Are you ok?" George asks me.
"I'm ok Georgie." I try to smile at both of them but it probably looked completly pathetic. I try to think of something to say but my mind draws a blank. I look at the clock and it's almost four. "You guys wanna go to Frosty's for dinner?" They both nod and we leave.
I look back at the two as I drive them to Frosty's. Some bumps and brusies but they don't look too bad. I don't understand how someone can hurt kids.