General POV

Bree stirred in her sleep as her mother's yells echoed through the hallway.

"Sir PLEASE! You can't do this! I need this job… No! I have a daughter! Please, I'll work extra hours or wash your car."

Bree sat up and stumbled down the hall where her mother was pacing around the living room. Her cheeks were stained with tears as she struggled to hold onto her job.

"I'm begging you as a mother!" She cried into the phone. Sam's eyes flooded with tears as a strict voice on the end ended the call. And her job. Sam threw the phone across the room and sank down on the sofa.

"Mommy?" Sam's head snapped up as Bree stared up at her with big eyes.

"Hey Bree. Shouldn't you be sleeping? It's very late." Sam said wiping her face.

"What's wrong Mommy?" Bree said as she climbed in Sam's lap.

"Bree, things might be difficult soon but we'll pull through okay?"

"Yeah!" Bree said with a smile, "Because we're Pucketts! Right?"

"Right…" Sam smiled back.

As weeks went by, Sam lost her apartment. She would take Bree to a children's park and tell her to stay in the tube slide until she got back from work. Even the job Sam had wasn't enough to pay for even the dirtiest apartment. Her and Bree usually stayed in a homeless shelter at night where the workers pitied her and gave her the nicest room they could offer.

Later that day

Bree was swinging her legs over the end of the slide as she patiently waited for her mother to return. There was gentle breeze blowing that ruffled her blonde curls in a cute sort of way.

"Hey there." A voice said from beside the slide.

"Hi." Bree said to the man smiling at her.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Bree Puckett." She giggled.

"How old are you Bree?"

"I'm six and a half years old."

"Do you like puppies Bree?" The man said, smirking. Bree's eyes lit up.

"I LOVE puppies! I want one really bad." She rambled.

"Well my dog just had puppies a couple weeks ago. You wanna see them?"

"YEAH! Where are they?" Bree was bouncing with excitement at the thought of puppies.

"They're in my van right over there." The man pointed to a black van parked under the trees. Bree hopped off the slide and took the man's hand.

"What kind of puppies are they?" Bree asked with wonder. Her mind flashed with all sorts of different breeds of dogs.

"They're uh, cute puppies."

"Really cute?"

"The cutest puppies ever." The man stopped at his van and opened up the door.

"Where're the puppies?" Bree said looking around the empty van.

"They're in that corner right there. Climb in and look around." He grabbed Bree roughly and tried to force her into the van. (A/N: The sad thing is, this really happens.)

"Let me go!" She cried, struggling against the man's strong grip.

"C'mon kid! Get in the damn van!" Bree bit down hard on his hand, drawing blood. The man continued to push her. Suddenly, someone's fist slammed into the man's face. He fell to the ground unconscious with a bloody lip.

"Are you okay?" A kind looking young man asked Bree. He had brown hair and eyes to go with it.

"Y-Yeah. I'm okay." Bree said a little shaky. The man flipped out his phone and dialed a few numbers. Something moved out from behind him and tackled Bree into the grass. A small black dog wagged it's tail and licked Bree's giggling face.

"Wow! You have a puppy!" she squealed in delight.

"Yeah, her name is Fat Cakes." The man chuckled.

"I love Fat Cakes!" Bree said. "Don't need nothin' but a Fat Cake!" she sang to herself.

"Where's your mommy?" the man said as he kept an eye on the unconscious body.

"She's at work." Bree said stroking Fat Cakes' soft fur.

"Why aren't you at home?"

"I don't have a home. Mommy lost her job." Bree said sadly.

"That's awful." He said quietly.

"Bree?" Sam called from across the playground.

"Mommy!" Bree hopped up and hugged her mother's legs.

"Ma'am," The man said, "This guy right here tried to kidnap your daughter." Sam gasped and started to inspect Bree all over.

"Oh my God thank you!" She said. "Holy chizz I'm so glad you were nearby."

"Well, I already called the cops. You can take this guy to court and get some money off of him."

"Thank you so much." Sam sighed.

"Here's my number if you ever need anything else." He said handing her a business card. "I'm Freddie by the way." He strode off with his dog while Sam stared off in disbelief.

"BYE FAT CAKES!" Bree squealed after them.

Short? Yes… Sorry. I just started high school so updates won't come as often as they used too.

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