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Chapter 10- B.B. and Kiddo
Sometimes you take for granted the most simplest of things. Like the little hugs and kisses your parents give you. The simple gestures that show that they love you and would do anything for you. You take for granted the home you live in and the objects that surround you. Sometimes you take for granted the bare essentials entitled to you daily. People tell you how lucky you have it, that some people are poor, have no money, or no parents to care for them. Yet still, still you take for granted all of these things.
B.B. was now nine, home-schooled, and living in another house her mom had moved them into. They had lived all over the place, and whenever B.B. had grown to love the new place she was at, her mom would take her hand and tell her they were going on another vacation and to pack her things. B.B. got used to the daily training everyday with her mother. Her little hands now rough and calloused, used to handling weaponry and such things. She loved her mother so dearly, but that was mostly because she was all B.B. had. No one else in the whole world knew that B.B. existed, at least for all that B.B. knew of.
Her blond haired mother was always so beautiful, and B.B. was told by her mother that she resembled her young self. B.B.'s blond hair, her little petite body, but her personality showed signs of Bill at times and Beatrix would be thrown back to memories of him, but never got herself to carried away with it all. Sometimes she would remember the killings of all the DIVAS and the most chilling memory was that of Vernita Green mostly because Vernita's daughter was left with her mother's body. Beatrix waited for Nikkia, knowing that she would find her and try to kill her, out of all people Kiddo truly knew the feeling of wanting revenge, than no other. She trained her daughter, so her daughter would not be helpless if something were to happen, she felt bad for promising her a normal life and not keeping that promise, but she thought that it was for the best.
B.B. would usually spend her time in her room playing with dolls and using her stuffed animals as her best friends. Her most gleeful of times were, well, she didn't really have any, except for playing with her father and all of the stories that he told her. Tears came to her eyes when she thought about it for too long, but she would always wipe them away for she knew how her mother always wanted her to be strong. She wondered so much of how it was to have friends, and basically a life. She did not despise her mother though because sometimes while B.B. would lie awake in bed she could her mother in her room muttering and sometimes crying in her sleep, this has only been happening recently though and it scares B.B. to hear her strong, fearless mother cry and whimper.
Most days for B.B. she would wake up to see her mother on the couch waiting for her daughter to get up. Then they would train wherever was the most essential place where they could not be seen. B.B. knew a lot of martial arts and she was getting quite impressive at wielding a sword. Beatrix was so proud of her beautiful daughter, but she could see it in B.B.'s eyes that she did not put heart and soul into her fighting.
I just wanted to show you guys the life that B.B. and Kiddo are living in, before really getting into the story. I hope you like.
Amber-Rae