Jaob slid in our breakfast. Mmm, beans on toast, it's not lie we had this every morning, night, and afternoon for a week. "I'm tired of this." Bridget sighed scooching closer to me on the cot.

I wrapped an arm around her and stuffed toast in my mouth with the other."It's all we have, be prepared to eat this for a long time." I learned to be honest with her. She wasn't the kind of 10 year old that liked to be babied. She wanted the straight up truth, no matter how bad.

"Your right." She shoved a bite of beans in her little mouth.

"Your'e so cute lil' sis." I had been calling her my sister to make her feel like someone was really here for her. Besides I owed her one, she prevented Jakob from raping me. Why would he want to if a little girl was watching, anyway? Or was she his next target? I pulled her closer at the thought, wrapping my arm around her protectively.

"I keep thinking of my mommy," she smiled weakly. This experience forced her to become too, much to mature for her age. Se really is a brave little kid.

"What about your father? You never talk about him." I wondered out loud.

"He's dead." she cried out suddenly.

"Oh, doll I'm so sorry, I know how it feels."

"I know you do, you lost both your parents but I'm over here blubbering like an idiot." she yelled causing Jakob to look over from his plate of food.

"Quiet down you two," he commanded.

"Sorry," Bridget said in a slow panicky voice. I noticed Jakob always made her slightly uneasy.

--------------------------------------------------a couple hours later-----------------------------------------------

I was leaning against the wall watching bridget closely. She took out a ball of lint from her pocket, ripped string from her coat, then wraped it around and around the ball creating petals. She would hand each one to me and say "I love you,"

"I love you too bridget." I smiled at her bright face. Only the innocence of a child could find th happiness in a situation like this.

"Cuz you've got that one thing," Bridget mumbled the song under her breath.

"You like One Direction?" I pushed on.

"I love them, especially Liam." she looked at the ceiling grinning at his name.

"I happen to be a huge fan of them. In fact, I went to their concert, I got shot in my stomach, but I did go." I giggled.

"That was you?" she gasped.

"Yes," I sighed "Unfortunitly."

"If we ever get out of here, I know I'm only 10 but could you introduce me to Liam?" she bit her lip hopefully.

"I promise!" I told her holding out my pinky. She linked her tiny finger with mine and pinky swore.

Notes

I LIKE CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE.


But, you know it's no big deal. :):):):):):):):)