Chapter Five of Lose

                                                                      ~Chapter Five~

                                                                       The Littlest One

"Quel est votre nom?" The boy called to the unconscious girl next to him in the car. "Hé?" He tried again.
Her vision was blurred as she slowly opened her eyes. With little strength left she tried to open her mouth slightly as she attempted to prop her head up. "Whad?" She asked the strange boy. Suddenly she began to panic and whip her head around to look at her current location. "Whey am I?" She cried.
The car shook violently as it continued its journey down the dirt road. Tears began to fall from her lids, as her face grew hot. "Whey—whey es mah mommy?" She wailed.
"Minet?" The boy quietly called in a dishearten tone. He ruffled her short brown hair with his hand and tried to smile a little as he kept his other hand on the steering wheel.
"Quel est votre nom, euh, ce qui est—You?" He pointed to her.
"Hm—" She sniffled. "Mah name?" She answered, pointing to herself.
"Oui—yes." He nodded, now keeping his eyes on the road.
The young girl looked up to her left as her eyes studied the interior of the car. Tears began to roll down her face again as she looked puzzled. "I—I dune know." She said and began to sob.
The boy looked over astound at her. "Princesse?" He called softly in a rich French accent.
The girl continued to cry as the car bounced down the road in the night air. "Je vais prendre soin de vous… Princesse." The boy comforted her as he drove.
Soon the small girl tired herself from her weeping and found relief against the boy's shoulder. Her face felt hot touching his cool skin as the moon began to rise.

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"Prin!" A man calls from the downstairs. The girl sits up in bed as she lets out a groan. "Fine" She huffs, as she roughly pulls the sheets off from on top of her and drags herself out of the small bed. She stands, lifting her arms high above her head and flexing her back until a loud crack signals her to lower her arms. Letting out a sigh of relief she lugs herself towards the slender closet door. "Something tells me today is gonna bite." She sighs.

The man stands behind the bar as the young girl descends from the staircase.
"Its alemost aleven… are you seke?"  The man asks in his French accent.
"No…" She groans as she moves toward the bar.