Little one heard her mom come in the door. She was going to jump up but didn't want to wake her dad. She knew he always woke with a hard pole that he would stick into her and make her pee in the bed.
Then she heard mommy cry out. The pain in the sound drove the fear out of Little one. Somehow she had to be brave and take the risk of waking him or saving her. She squirmed slowly and quietly out from under his arm. He turned and groaned but stayed asleep. The heat of the day stole the energy out of being awake. Little one paused at the door and tried to locate her mom.
She saw a puddle under the couch and went to see if Mommy was there. Her hair was matted, she was sweating and Little one smelled the
mixture of blood, fear, and sweat. It was a smell that she was familiar with; usually it came with much pain but today she did not feel it. She looked at her mom and was scared.
Mom's legs were falling off the couch and the blood was pouring out. Oh dad will be so mad at Mom for making such a mess. Oh that will mean that Little one would become the hurting board until his anger would pass. Curious, Little one looked at the mess, and there was a baby doll lying between Mom's legs.