“I don’t want—“ “Why are you such a baby, Bailey??”

Stupid birthday party. Stupid family. Mom was out cold from all the alcohol. Not like she’d stop Tyler if she was sober, anyways. Birthday’s were just another excuse. None of the kids Bailey invited had come over, anyways.

“Stop it, Tyler.” “You’re such a fucking brat, Bailey. Cmon, eat the damn cake already! You know how much I spent to get you this cake?!”

Tyler grabbed a fist full of Bailey’s hair and dragged the little girl over to the cake while she screamed. His eyes burned with rage. His words were like fire. And he was a dragon.

“Eat it!” He pushed her head closer to the cake and she managed to kick him in the leg, forcing him to let her go. That was a bad, bad idea.

“You fucking bitch!” The dragon chased Bailey through the house and into the bathroom. She couldn’t close the door in time before the dragon burst in and grabbed her. They fell back onto the bathtub and Bailey’s head hit the rim pretty hard. The dragon growled in her face and his claws dug into her arms. But as her vision blurred, she seemed to he able to see clearly again.

Tyler wouldn’t tell you the truth of what happened that day. “She slipped, is all”. And Bailey couldn’t tell you, either.

“Stop being a baby, Bailey. Get up, your fine.” When she whined about the ache in her head. After that birthday, though, Bailey never whined again.

She went to bed too soothe her head, and never bothered her brother again.

The doctors said there was bleeding in her skull. “How did it happen, Tyler?”

“She slipped.”