Chapter 4: Rory
I was three when Mother had Rory. I remember it very well.
"Now, Mommy is going to have another kid, Prim. But, that doesn't mean we won't love you any less. We might have to spend a little more time with the new baby. But we'll still love you. Alright?" Daddy asked.
"Mommy's having another baby?" I asked. "I'm going to be a big sister?"
"Yes, Prim. You're going to be a big sister."
That was when I found out I was going to be a big sister. I was two then.
They started fixing up a nursery for the baby. The walls were a baby blue color, and the crib was mahogany wood. There were animals drawn on his wall. That was my idea. I has said, and I quote, "Can we draw pwetty animals on the walls for the baby? Like lions, and tigger's, and chweeta's?"
And I was three when Rory was born.
"Can I see the new baby? Can I? Can I? Can I? Oh pleeeassse?" I begged.
"Yes Prim. And it's a boy. We named him Rory." my Dad told me.
"Can I see Rory?" I asked.
"Of course." he said grinning. "Follow me." He led me to a room, and Mommy was laying in the bed, a bundle of white blankets in her arms.
Mommy handed the bundle to me, and I peeked in. The baby had smooth olive skin, silky blonde curls, and his eyes were closed.
"Hi Rory," I whispered. "I'm your big sister, Prim." Rory opened his eyes, to reveal they were wide, and grey. He saw me, and giggled. I smiled at him.
10 years later:
"Happy Birthday Rory!" I told my brother, gracing his cheek with a kiss. He grimaced, and wiped his face, But, I could tell
he was smiling slightly.
On our walk to school, I thought over Rory's ten years. When he was born, our fights, our apologies, our little moments, me protecting him, just…everything. He was a sweet kid, and even at ten, I heard girls giggling about him. He was tall, and his skin was light, with hair that mom said definitely needed cutting, in blonde curls, and wide grey eyes, of The Seam. He was smart, and I always was overprotective of him. That was proven in front of every one that afternoon…
My best friend Naylor and I were just getting out of class, when we heard shouts, and cheers that rang through the school yard. We exchanged a look and ran toward the noise. Naylor and I were cousins of sorts. My mom, and Naylor's uncle Gale, had once been best friends, or so the story goes. My mother, had been protective of Naylor's father, who had been Gale's brother, Vick. We had known each other, been to the other's houses a few times, we were friends then, but we became best friends when we were eight, and she kicked a boy for making fun of me, and yanking my braid. She was quite pretty, and looked quite like my mother. She had olive skin, dark hair like mine, that was cropped short, and fell just to her chin, and grey eyes, like Rory's.
When we came to the source of the noise, we both froze. There in the courtyard, was Rory in the center of four boys, they were pushing him around, and when he fell to the ground, one kicked him in the side, "Get up!" one yelled. "GET UP I SAID!" Rory got up, and swung at one, but they ducked. One jabbed him right in the nose, and his nose started bleeding heavily.
Naylor and I, ran toward them. "Hey!" I yelled. I grabbed one of the boys from behind, and threw them behind me on the ground, Naylor doing the same, and to the other two. I grabbed Rory by his hand, pulled him off the ground. I hugged him, and repeatedly asked him if he was alright. While I was taking care of Rory, Naylor was taking care of the other boys. She was yelling, and shouting obscenities at them. I took his hand, and started walking away. Naylor spat one last thing at them, and I could see they were crying. Naylor had that effect on people. She then hurried up to me, and we walked Rory home.
So it definitely goes to show, I am very protective of Rory.