"MOMMY!!" Running, I collapse in the arms of my mother. She had finally come home from work and I was so happy to see her.
Her hug was warm and her love was kind. My mom had wavy dark brown hair that flowed over her face, kindly; She had green eyes that were full of vibrancy. My mom looked like a flower, gentle, sweet, but with sharp edges;
"Hey, baby girl." Her eyes stared into mine, they were vibrantly green, they were always swelled with emotions.
"What's wrong Mommy?? Are you okay?" I asked, as if i could do anything to help at the age of 6.
"Mommy's okay, she's just gotta go in a little while. Dad is coming to watch you." She softly combed my long dark hair. Even as a child I loved my hair being long.
"but mommy.. dad is no fun." I said frowning.
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3 Hours Later
"Daddy...? When is mommy coming home?" I asked, peaking around the corner.
" I don't know." His voice startled me, it was deep and heavy.
"but..."
"go away. Go play dolls or something stupid." His voice wavered with drunken anger. I didn't know why but my father had never liked me, he was always so cold and sharp with everything he ever did or said to me. Is it my fault? i used to think this all the time.
I trailed back into my room, morose because I wanted my mother. She could always put a smile on my face and make me laugh. She plays with me all the time, making up fairy tales and stories to go along with our playing.
I started to play with my doll, her name was Rose, she had red hair. I waited while playing, hoping my mother would come soon.
It was quiet, until I heard yelling from the floor below me.
I walked down stairs and watched my mom struggle to speak. My father had her by the throat. "DADDY!" i screamed. It seemed to only make him angrier. He was blinded by rage. My eyes widened when he came for me. I ran back up stairs but was yanked back by a large hand, a painful grip. I was dragged by my hair across to my shaking mother.
"You two are stupid." He yelled while walking towards the door. His anger trembling hands opened and closed the door in a flash.
"...Mommy..." I cried, grasping on my moms arm. My mom grabbed me and asked me "Are you Okay?'
"Mommy....."
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