I don't know what he wants from me. He keeps pointing, telling me what I should be doing but I don't understand. He acts as if he knows everything, telling me things I already know. Over and over again. He wont say my name, its only 'her' or 'she'. He lives in his own little world, not caring that there are rules that must be followed. The only rules are his own. He yells, and screams when he doesn't get his way, and when hes happy, hes a whole new person. I cook for him. I clean for him, I even wash his clothes. He runs around talking to other girls, and hangs with the guys. He has his toys too. Cars. They're all he cares about. Racing them, fixing them up.
He has another name for me.. The babysitter. Hes six. I'm sixteen. He creates his own world, I live in one already created for me. And he doesn't know that the one that's been created for him will be waiting for him the minute he is told to work and not play.