Roses at Midnight 19
Fourteen year old Nikki was terrified.
She stood awkwardly with the other people in line, all of them waiting anxiously to get a look of the eligible children to be adopted. Technically, she wasn't old enough to be doing this, but she was too lonely to be flying solo anymore. If a girl needed her, she had full intentions of showing off her forged documents that claimed she was sixteen and simply picking up her already adopted sister. It was risky, but she'd done far riskier; she was clever and creative.
The four year old hiding behind the legs of the other children caught her eye instantly.
"Hi," she spoke softly and soothing, squatting down to her level, "what's your name, sweetheart?"
"Pwimwose," she replied softly, shyly hiding behind her own hands, "me miss my daddy. Mommy made owies on me, and Daddy leaveded me hewe. Me miss him."
Her lower lip trembled as she spoke, and the ten-year-old-female's heart broke. She knew then and there that Primrose was the right girl to keep her company, and she scooped her up and held her close, letting her cry into her shoulder. The poor little girl didn't understand why the world was so cruel, but she did understand she was scared and alone.
Nikki was detirmined to change that.
*Time shift*
"Wow," Prim cooed in amazement as her new adopted mother walked inside of her- now their- house, "so pwetty!"
The fourteen year old actually found her house very ugly, with all of the clutter and the clothes strowed everywhere. Even so, she put on a brav smile for the younger's sake, setting her and her bags down. Her mother's gaze flashed dangerously, considering she'd told her daughter specifically not to do this, and now she'd broguht home a four year old.
"Hello, mother," the teenager spoke plainly, "this is Primrose."
"What did I tell you, Nichole?" the women snapped, storming to her as the toddler hide behind the youth's legs, "I said NO!"
"And I said yes," Nikki countered dangerously, eyes flashing with more agression and pain than the older's eyes ever could,"so put pack your bra and deal with it, bitch!"
And as always, her father just looked on wordlessly.
*Time shift*
"Where are we goin', Miss Nikki?" Prim inquired as the fifteen year old slung her backpack on her shoulders and helped her do the same.
"Far, far away," the older youth replied, scooping the little girl in her arms and cradling her close, allowing her to latch onto her neck and hold on for all of her worth, "I'm going to take care of you by myself."
"You can do that?" the young thing didn't understand why her mother hated her grandmother so much and visa-versa.
"Yes, I can."
I'm not supposed too, she thought as she slipped out of the house, just like she'd done so many other times before, but I'll be damned if anyone stops me now.
*Time shift*
"Look!"
The adopted mother smiled at her adopted child's handrawn photo. In the past three years, Prim had become quite the artist, and she couldn't be prouder of her. Now she pinned said painting onto the already filled refridgerator, still on an energy buzz from joined BTR and knowing of the amazing party they were going to be getting ready for in just a few minutes.
"You be careful," she told the young brunette, kissing her forehead.
"I will, Miss Nikki!" she promised, kissing her cheek, "I love you lots!"
Smiling, the other replied honestly, "And I love you more than you could ever know."
Could it really just have been yesterday? the present-time Nikki thought as she reburied her face in her face in her hands, tears repouring out of her eyes as she gripped her shift edge for all her worth, as if it would relieve the ache in her heart.
She couldn't see life without her at this point. She loved that little girl so, so much, and in all honesty, they'd grown up and matured together. They'd surrvived hunger, cold nghts, spats, lonliness, and fights with the goverment as one, and now they were inseperable. When you boiled down to it, the two newest developing serious lovers wouldn't ever be as close as the two of him; Kendall could never possibly take her place.
I can't lose her, she thought helplessy as the doctor stepped into the waiting room, I just can't lose her.