Hey there! It's me Turtle! I'm actually attempting prose instead of poetry. This is called Lullaby. I hope you like it!

Connie sat out on her front porch with her baby brother Chris in her lap. It was a hot summer day, but she didn't want to be inside. Her parents were too busy fighting.

"They stay together for the kids. That's a bunch of crap," Connie said under her breath.

"Connie and Chris get your asses inside!" Connie's dad yelled from inside the house. Connie rolled her eyes.

"C'mon Chris," Connie mumbled, standing up.

"C'mon! C'mon!" Chris shouted.

"Shut yer mouth," Connie's dad growled as he swayed to the liquor cabinet. Connie steered Chris into the family room. Connie's mom was crying in there. Connie picked up Chris.

"We're going to the park!" she shouted and slammed the front door behind her before any of her parents could reply.

"Hey Connie!" someone called from behind Connie. She looked behind herself.

"Oh, hey Mark," she replied.

"Mark! Mark!" Chris smiled. Mark bent down and tickled Chris.

"Parents fighting again?" Mark asked. Connie nodded. She sat down next to Chris, who had plopped down on the grass and pulled at the weeds. Mark kneeled down and lit a cigarette. Connie pulled it out of his mouth.

"No smoking, there are children present," Connie said. Mark put out his cigarette. Chris waddled over and handed Connie and Mark a dandelion. "It's so ironic, that a bastards like my Dad and a coward like my mom could produce something so sweet like Chris."

"Just a stroke of luck. Either that or God has a sense of humor," Mark said.

"No. Then he'd be a platypus," Connie said. Then her cell phone rang.

"Hello? …oh. Okay. Yes. I know. Okaaaay…," Connie hung up her phone.

"Your mom?" Mark asked.

"Yep. Dad's drunk again and Mom needs backup," Connie replied. "C'mon Chris. Homey time."

"Homey time! Homey time!" Chris shouted jumping up and down. Connie picked him up.

By the time Connie and Chris got home, Chris was sound asleep slightly drooling on her shoulder.

"Why the hell are you home so late?" Connie's Dad yelled swaggering out of the kitchen.

"It's only 5 o clock, and don't yell. Chris is asleep," Connie said gently.

"I can yell if I want bitch! Get to your rooms!" Connie's Dad shouted. This violently woke Chris up. He started whining. "And shut up that brat!"

"Honey, he's your son. Show some compassion," Connie's mother said gently, walking up behind them.

"I don't love no whiny cry baby like that! You bitch! Mind your own business!" Connie Dad screamed. Connie noticed veins seemed to popping out of her father's neck.

"He's only three Dad! Not thirteen dammit!" Connie yelled. Her father turned to her, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head. It seemed to happen in slow motion. He raised his hand and slapped Connie hard. She stumbled and leaned against the wall. She picked up Chris. "Fuck you Dad. Fuck you." She ran into her room with Chris and locked the door. She pulled out a camera and took pictures of the welts that started to form on her face.

"Con-con?" Chris said quietly. Connie turned.

"Yes sweety?"

"Sing me bedtime song."

"Which lullaby?"

"The one about horsies!"

Connie picked up Chris and sat down on her bed. She cradled Chris and rocked back and forth.

"Hush-a-bye don't you cry,
Go to sleep-y, little baby.
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses.
Blacks and bays, dapple grays,
Coach and six white horses.
Hush-a-bye don't you cry,
Go to sleep-y, little baby," Connie finished singing and saw that Chris was sleeping soundly, despite their parents yelling in the background. She kissed Chris' forehead. "One day, we'll run away. Just you an me." She lay down and cuddled up to Chris and fell asleep.

That's it for now. It'll be better, I swear. Later kiddos.