You were only four and living with your brother five who was twenty and your mother in a trailer. You were barely able to afford food and yet your mom gave out whatever she had for bingo and alcohol. One day she was too drunk to take care of you and five had to go to work so he left you with the neighbor. late in the evening he returned to pick you up and while walking back, a car slowly started approaching.

Five immediately recognized the car and the people inside of it. He knew he still owed them some money 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 he had bought from them and that they wouldn't hesitate putting a 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 through his head. He put you down onto the ground and crouched down to you before the guys started to get out of the car. He took the collars of your jacket and pulled you a bit closer to make sure you heard everything ha had to say.

"Okay baby, I want you to go inside, and I want you to lock the door, okay?"

He started but quickly noticed your shift of focus to the guys who were getting out of the car. He turned your head back to him, panic clearly setting in.

"Listen to me. Go inside, lock the door, and I'll be in in a minute, okay?"

He instructed panicked in a gentle voice.

"Okay..."

You mumbled in a tired voice.

"Okay, go."

He said and you quickly ran home, locking the trailer door. You stood by the window, holding the curtain to the side as you watched your brother get 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐩 by the guys and then even getting a 𝐠𝐮𝐧 held up to his head. He was sitting on the floor with the 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦 pressed against his head when he noticed you peaking through the curtains. The guy holding the 𝐠𝐮𝐧 noticed his distraction and looked to the window as well, seeing you there. You quickly closed the curtains in fear.

The leader sighed, putting his 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧 away. After some more 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 and a couple more 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 they finally got back to their car and left. Five slowly got up, coughing up some 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 in the process.