𝘓𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯.
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(Trigger warning: This chapter mentions scenes of simple assault: the intentional act of causing another person to be in fear of a battery. Reading discretion is advised)
The thick gush of heat and smoke within the club masked the clear, breezy January air. As the night progresses, the adrenaline inside is still high, and customers continue to pour in.
Alcohol and cigarettes flung in the air as Celestine whipped of her hip and finishes her last set, earning another round of applause from her loyal patrons. They threw their usual dozens of roses while she throws them fake kisses and play pretend.
Every night that she works at that place, the more she falls into a huge pool of guilt and disgust, for she had broken the promise she had made to her mother. But she still thank the heaven's for giving her this one last chance at life, than to have no chance at all.
As she tousles her newly knitted blanket over her head that Celine had made her, the front door downstairs bursts open, resonating through each and every crevice of their home.
With fear and worry shaking her being, Celestine dashes straight to Eli's bedroom with the blanket still wrapped around her and finds his brother slumped on the floor with toys scattered on the floor.
Being the eldest, she felt the need to be responsible. At a tender age, she felt that she needed to be strong, at least for her brother, to protect him from that constant and recurring ruckus going on downstairs.
"I'm scared," Eli whispered over her shoulder as he protectively hugged him, wrapping the blanket over his shoulder.
"I'm here, Eli. Don't be scared," she smiled reassuringly, caressing the top of his head as the screams grew louder.
"Are they here again?" he looked up to her big sister with fear wrapped around his irises as his voice trembled.
"I guess," she heavily sighed. "Wait here, I'll go check," she stood up and wrapped the blanket around Eli tightly. Before she could pull herself out of the embrace, Eli quickly catches her hand and pulls her back in.
"Don't leave me," his whisper grew into a desperate cry.
"I won't, I'll just peak," she tiptoed across the room and crouched on the edge of the stairs, the menacing threats of the unknown man getting louder and clearer.
She slowly lowered her head, peaking in between the balusters to see the commotion from above. She knows that it's only the three of them in the house, which means that her mother, Celine, is alone confronting the outraged man.
"Where's Eliott? Hm?" the man gripped Celine's cheeks so hard that it hallowed and is turning crimson red, while his other hand was on his waist displaying the revolver tucked gracefully on his pants.
