#paternall

                           Cornered & TRAPPED, as a pitiful & frightened animal, Antonio leaned against the crumbling concrete. He had seen the Big Sisters tear BIG DADDIES apart. What would one do to a man who could barely lift his head. At first, her voice seemed so DISTANT; soFOREIGN. “Please don’t hurt me,” he whispered. He might not have recognized her, but apparently she had recognized him, because he was sure that if she hadn’t, he would already have been DEAD. “What happened—-I—-I ran,” he whispered & choked back a fearful SOB, “I can’t stop the bleeding on my own but it was my only chance—-to get out of there—-” 

      Continuing to stare at the man, his face was so familiar it brought a sort of warmth to her heart. She could see he was terrified of her normally this brought her joy but this time it felt wrong and it actually hurt. 

      Standing up hands grabbed on to her helmet as she twisted it releasing the air from it slowly slipping it off her head. Hoping that maybe he wouldn’t be so terrified if he saw her face. Once again she sister leaned down looking directly at the man with her glowing dead eyes offering one of her hands.

❝ of course, i was. ❞ she answers fondly, lifting her gaze from his wrist to meet his gaze. ❝ i know things HURT and -- sometimes its hard to do yourself. ❞ eyes lower to her work once more, making sure to wrap the bandage FIRMLY about his boney structure.  ❝ -- i also know you don’t like asking for HELP. we both know, mom and i, but -- ❞

      The child sighed, slowly drifting away from reality during whatever lesson her father was giving her. She never really understood why her parents never let her go to school to be with other children and played, but she never bothered asking about it so much. Sometimes, she even wondered why her parents were always so worried when she wants to go outside.