He sat there for another 30 seconds or so and quickly got up
and walked down the hallway to her room and heard her crying.
He really hadn't meant to hurt her that bad. She hadn't
noticed him when he walked over to her but did when he grabbed
her wrist again. "OW!" she yelped.
He let go quickly then grabbed it again to examine it. This
time she let him. Her hand had marks shaped like his fingers
and they looked purple.
'Damn it.' he thought quietly to himself.
When he looked up again she had silent tears flowing out of
her eyes.
He looked back at her hand. There was nothing he could really
do about the bruises so they would just have to stay.
She started to sob again and looked down. So many tears kept
falling and she hated herself because she couldn't stop
crying.
He didn't know what to do to make her stop so he did the only
thing that would remind him of his mother in this situation.
He hugged her.
At first, she was a little stunned, but then she began to hug
him back and started to sob uncontrollably into his shoulder.
He made quiet shhhhh noises and stroked her back.
'This isn'y so hard to take care of a little girl........a
poor little girl........' he thought.
She stopped crying and wiped her tears away.
"I'm sorry I couldn't stop crying. I just couldn't stop."
He managed to give her the smallest smile and brushed his
fingers over bruised skin softly.
Then he left the room.
"I'm just going to, ah, go to sleep now. OK?" she called
'Hasn't she slept enough?'
He poked his head back into the doorway and nodded. She did
look tired.
He headed back to his room to catch up on some of his missed
sleep.
He was going to need tommorrow to think mabye about a visit.
He didn't know.
and walked down the hallway to her room and heard her crying.
He really hadn't meant to hurt her that bad. She hadn't
noticed him when he walked over to her but did when he grabbed
her wrist again. "OW!" she yelped.
He let go quickly then grabbed it again to examine it. This
time she let him. Her hand had marks shaped like his fingers
and they looked purple.
'Damn it.' he thought quietly to himself.
When he looked up again she had silent tears flowing out of
her eyes.
He looked back at her hand. There was nothing he could really
do about the bruises so they would just have to stay.
She started to sob again and looked down. So many tears kept
falling and she hated herself because she couldn't stop
crying.
He didn't know what to do to make her stop so he did the only
thing that would remind him of his mother in this situation.
He hugged her.
At first, she was a little stunned, but then she began to hug
him back and started to sob uncontrollably into his shoulder.
He made quiet shhhhh noises and stroked her back.
'This isn'y so hard to take care of a little girl........a
poor little girl........' he thought.
She stopped crying and wiped her tears away.
"I'm sorry I couldn't stop crying. I just couldn't stop."
He managed to give her the smallest smile and brushed his
fingers over bruised skin softly.
Then he left the room.
"I'm just going to, ah, go to sleep now. OK?" she called
'Hasn't she slept enough?'
He poked his head back into the doorway and nodded. She did
look tired.
He headed back to his room to catch up on some of his missed
sleep.
He was going to need tommorrow to think mabye about a visit.
He didn't know.