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I put my headphones in as I walked down the alley, cutting across the busy streets and heading straight over to the daycare that Ana was waiting for me to pick her up. I walked quickly through the dark alley, trying to escape the smells of smoke and alcohol from the nearby clubs and bars.
A group of guys pushed their way out of a back door, crashing out onto the street. They looked to be about thirty years of age.
They started screaming and laughing. The front member of the group saw me walking by. From what I could tell, he licked his lips. Shoot. (polybot made me change the word. . . )
I tried to walk faster and avoid the group. Chants were being shouted from behind me, "Hey babe, want to hang out?" and "You're f!t!" were the main anthems of the men. I began to quicken my pace, but it was no use. I was pinned up against the brick wall, my headphones falling out of my ears.
"Oh, you're even hotter up close." a man with light black stubble breathed, his breath full of alcohol. I rolled my eyes, "Leave me alone."
He instantly pushed me up harder against the wall, a tear falling from my eye. "You should choose better words next time, sweetie." he said with a deep chuckle. I tried to kick him, but my stick-like legs were useless against his plump body. Behind him, his friends chuckled at my struggle.
"Help! Anyone!" I shouted. My shouts and screams were no use. His head started to slowly fill the gap between us. I tried to wiggle my head from his reach. "So innocent." he said softly.
So this was the way I was going to die. I better start thanking people. God, for being by my side from the beginning. Ana, for being the best little sister anyone could ever ask for. My father, for trying to be there for me. Mom, which I will be seeing very soon if I wasn't saved.
My thoughts distracted me from real life, the man who was about to ra. pe. (polybot. . . ) me, dropped to the ground with a thud. The laughing from behind him had faded and all I heard were the sounds of cars on the streets nearby and the sound of footsteps running off.
I took a deep breath as I slowly pushed myself away from the brick wall. A tall, curly-haired figure stood with his fists still clenched. He was maybe a few years older than me. He began to walk over to me, causing me to step back.
"I'm not going to hurt you." he said softly. He began to walk closer to me, allowing me to notice his green eyes and concerned face. I was reassured that he wasn't going to hurt me.
"Are you okay?" he asked me.
I sighed and nodded my head, "Umm... yeah." I replied and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. I grabbed my hanging headphones and shoved them into my pocket. I was still shocked about the whole incident that just occurred less than a few minutes ago.
"Come, we should get out of here." he said in a hushed tone.
I simply nodded and followed the tall boy out of the alley and into the view of the daycare. He leaned up against the brick wall, his skinny black trousers began to blend in with the wall as the sun set. I could finally see his face in color. In addition to his green eyes, he had a mop of curly hair that covered his ears.
He smirked, allowing his perfect dimples to show, as he noticed me inspecting him. "Oh, um, thank you for that, uh, thing back there." I thanked him.
He smiled, "I was just doing the right thing." he shrugged, "However," he continued, "what were you thinking? That alley is incredibly dangerous." he warned.
I shrugged, "I'm hardly ever thinking about what I am doing." I quietly say. I looked across the road, over to the daycare.
"I really have to go, but thanks again." I say and give a small wave before turning around and heading to the crosswalk. As I was walking, I heard a shout from behind me, "Don't I get your name?" I turn around and notice the boy start to run towards me. I shake my head and give a small smile before crossing the street and heading inside the daycare.
"Hi Hana." I said to the familiar red-haired lady at the front desk. She looked up from her computer and smiled, "Hello Zoella! Ana's back by the TVs with Nikki." she informs me.
I reply back with a smile before I open the back room door, revealing a big room where children are playing with toys everywhere. I find Ana, just like Hana said, faced glued to the TV with her best mate, Nikki. I snuck up behind them and softly press my hands on their shoulders, causing them to jump up in shock. They giggled and attacked me with hugs.
"Ana, are you ready to go?" I asked after I returned their hugs with messy kisses on the cheek. She nodded and ran over to the cubbie areas, throwing her backpack onto her back. "Bye Nikki!" she shouted as we exited the building.
"Put on your jacket, it's getting chilly out." I told her when we started walking back home.
"But I'm not cold!" she argued and crossed her arms. I narrowed my eyes at her, causing her angry face to turn into a big smile.
"Fine!" she giggles and grabs her thick pink jacket out from her backpack, throwing it onto her body.
"Thank you." I gave her a pleasing smile. We started walking back to our flat that was only a little under a mile away, avoiding the same path we took last time.
As we were walking, I felt someone's eyes on me. I turned around and saw the same boy who helped me, staring at my sister and I as we walked in the opposite direction of him. He was still leaned against the red brick wall, smiling at us. I shook my head with a smile, giving a small wave as I turned back around.
"What do you want for dinner?" I asked Ana as we entered the flat. She shrugged and threw her purple backpack onto the couch. "How about spaghetti? That's always yummy." she added. I nodded in agreement and headed to the kitchen to start making dinner.
Ana ran upstairs to, what I guessed, her bedroom. I giggled at her and set my iPhone onto my iHome, letting the music fill the kitchen as I cooked. The lock at the front turned to reveal my father coming inside.
"Hey Zoe." he said as he closed the door behind him, stopping the cold air from making its way inside the flat. "Hi." I said softly as I put the marinara sauce into a pot.
"Did you pick up Ana?" he asked me after kissing my on the temple. I nodded, "As usual." I answered as the memories of the 'attack' came back to me. He smiled and hugged me again. He was in an unusually good mood.
"Hey dad," I started, "not to ruin the whole mood, but... why are you in such a good mood?" I practically laughed out as he kissed me on the forehead once again. He chuckled as he walked away and up the stairs, "No reason!"
I shook my head and finished making dinner, adding a few spices to the sauce before calling out, "Dinner!" loud enough for Ana to hear from upstairs. I began to make plates and set the table for Ana and I because I knew my father never ate dinner with us down here.
I puffed out a small amount of air to blow my hair out of my face. What was taking her so long?
"Ana, come on! It's getting cold!" I shouted after five more minutes of waiting. I sighed and got up from my seat and jogged up the stairs to her room. I opened the door, ready to yell at Ana, only to find an empty, but messy, room. I ran a hand through my ombré hair, biting my lip.
I popped my head into my father's office where he was working on some project for his work. "Have you seen Ana?" I asked him. He barely looked up from his work, giving me a slight shake of the head.
I groanded and decided that she might be in my father's room. I skipped down the hall into my father's bed room, stopping dead in my tracks. I realized that this was the second time I've been in this room since my mother's death.
I gulped and faught back the tears that were forming in my eyes. I took a deep breath before I walked in, searching around the room for my little sister. As I was looking around, I noticed the closet light was on with the door cracked slightly open.
My feet stumbled over to the closet, resting my hand on the door knob before turning it. The door opened to reveal Ana, sitting Indian-Style on the floor. I followed her gaze to my mother's clothes. I could tell that she had small drops of tears falling out of her small brown eyes, resembling my mother's.
She noticed my presence as I slowly sat down next to her. Her tears started to run down faster. I immediately brought her small body onto my lap, wiping the tears away with my finger. Ana began to break down and cry harder. I pulled her hair back from her eyes and began to rock her just like our mom did to us.
"Shh... you're okay." I cooed into her ear.
She sniffled a few times and then her crying calmed down into a steady breathing pattern. I pulled her long and thick brown hair back behind her shoulders so I could see her face. I kissed her on the cheek, causing her to put on a small smile and hug me.
We sat there for a few minutes, on the floor of the closet, just hugging each other. Ana spoke up, "Zoe, what was mummy like?" she asked me.
I smiled and wiped a tear that was forming in my eye, "Well, Ana, mummy was the sweetest person anybody could have ever met." I started, "She always helped out others and asked for absolutely nothing in return. She was so beautiful with her long and dark brown hair and dazzling brown eyes. Infact, she looked exactly like you." I said and touched Ana's nose causing it to crinkle with a small giggle.
I continued, "She also loved you, daddy, and I very much. She'd cross the ocean for any of us.. She..." I trailed off as memories flooded back to me. I knew I couldn't continue without breaking down.
"Why would I have to cross the ocean?" Ana questioned, "I would go on a ship!" she exclaimed.
I smiled at her, "You silly girl." I tickled her, "I was just using that as an example. She would've, though, if she had to." I laugh.
I remember all the times she used to take me down to the pond by our flat in the Spring before my sister was born. We would kneel down by the edge and feed the ducks the crust of our bread from the homemade sandwiches we brought. I remember whenever someone told her a joke, even if it was lame, she would laugh so hard. The kind of laugh that makes everyone else follow along. I've been told my laugh is like hers. Most importantly, I remember the way she used to love my dad and how he loved her back.
I got up from my spot on the ground and put out my hands for Ana to grab, "Come on lil' birdy, let's go eat dinner." I told her.
She smiled and grabbed my hand. We walked hand-in-hand down the stairs and into the kitchen to go start eating dinner.
I don't know if it was because I no longer had to go to school or that it was my favorite season, but I was glad winter was coming. I loved every little thing about winter. From the snow, to the fuzzy socks, to the hot coco and fire, it was an all around good time of the year. It seemed relaxing and cozy to me.
I guess I would miss going off to college and seeing my friends everyday, but I knew that staying home and becoming a "mother" was the right thing. I couldn't let my sister grow up where she is home alone for most of the day. It was my job to raise her correctly.
Yes, I was a little upset that my dream of going to college, traveling, and meeting new people was not going to happen, I am not going to lie. However, I didn't absolutely need any of those. I could do those things later on in life.
You see, I always thought about these things before bed. That's probably why I am so tired in the morning.
I turned over onto my side and stared out the window, looking at the flickering street lamp. It was 2:00 A.M. and I still couldn't get any sleep. I sighed and got up from my bed, turning on my lamp in the process. The only thing I did if I couldn't get any sleep, which happened a lot, was read.
I picked up my book from my book case and laid back down in my bed, engulfing myself into the book's words and riddles.
Before I knew it, I was fast asleep with my book slowly falling onto my shoulder.
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