"Are you there," a little girl asked.
Her hair was short, blonde and curly. The girl's bright blue eyes glanced behind the trunk of tree. She continued to call for her invisible frined. "Jackie, are you there?"
She continued to peek behind the trunk looking for her friend. "Jackie! Are you there?!" She didn't see her older brother come behind her and rest his hand onto her shoulder. "We need to go, Rhonda," the boy said.
The girl, Rhonda spun around and her blue eyes met with her older brother's hasel brown eyes. "Why do we have to go, Ronny?" the little girl demanded. "I don't wanna go back with mommy and daddy and into that bad house!"
The brown-haired teenage boy glanced sadly at her sister's fearful expression. "I don't either," he said in a soothing voice as he hugged his sister closely. He pulled away from his sister's body and glanced sadly at his sister. "But, we have too. Do you want mother and father angry again?"
Rhonda's eyes widened and tears began falling from her eyes. "Why do we have to go back? I hate them and that house! Why do we have live with them, Ronny?"
"Because, we have nowhere else to go," Ron replied and he dragged his screaming sister to an old, white van. Two figures, a man and a woman sat in the vehicle. Their cold, hasel and blue eyes glared at their two children. "Get your asses in the damned car!" the blonde-haired woman screamed at her son and her daughter as she continually honked her vehicle's horn.
Ronnie relunctantly pulled the white door of the van. "I DON'T WANNA GO!!!!" Rhonda fussed as Ronnie threw his sister into the girl after their father shouted, "Shut that fucking girl up!"
Ronnie got into the vehicle. He endured the hellish ride home. The constant screaming of his parents and little sister would have sent most people insane. He could only find comfort himself by looking out the window and trying to coax his fussy sister, but that didn't work. Rhonda would slap away his hands and continue to wail, "I WANT MY JACKIE! TAKE ME BACK! I DON'T WANNA GO BACK TO THAT BAD HOUSE!"
The ride was finally over. Ronnie's mother pulled into the parking spot right in front of an old, brick townhouse with a broken bay window that was boarded up with wood. Ronnie's father stepped outside the car and went into the house. Their mother got out of the car and slammed open the door. "Aaron, get out of the van!" their mother demanded.
"But mom, Rhonda's scared. I need to comfort her,"