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𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔

"mum you're being unreasonable." anya shouted as martha halted to a stop before their house, not speaking to her daughter as she jumped out of the car.

"unreasonable! anastasia, you almost killed those sunnyvalers." mary shouted spinning on her heel to face her daughter, jabbing her finger into the girl's shoulder as her face grew red.

"it was an accident." anya tried to reason with her mum as she scoffed and begun walking back towards the house

"it was an accident that the emergency exit door swung open? it was an accident that you and deena threw the cooler at the car? it was an accident that it spun out of control and crashed in the woods?"

"mum just listen to me-"

"it's them. those freaky friends you hang around isn't it. that dy*e. the druggies." mary screamed as she strikes her child. anya stumbling back as she covered her face.

"stop! and don't call them that. they're good friends. mum. why don't you believe me?" anya cried as she brought her hands to her cheek. the skin burning, a bruise would most definitely grow there.

"because you're the reason you're fathers dead. and you'll be next, lying on the floor bleeding out. those freaks you call friends standing above you." wstching her undo the belt to her work trousers. fear striking through anya immediately, this would definitely show up.

"mum. please-" but it was to late. mary had lifted the belt up and slapped it against the girl's face. screaming in pain as she fell back into the kitchen counter. and it all hit her at once, martha's words ringing in her ears. "because you're the reason your fathers dead. and you'll be next, lying on the floor bleeding out. those freaks you call friends standing above you." the image of her dad in the bathtub. floor littered in pills. the water spilling over the edges of the bath.

- - -

she had stayed off school ths day, wasn't feeling too well. so she found herself in her room snacking on the foods from the cupboards. smarties, walker crisps and quality streets that she definitely ddint take from her mums room, the ones she was saving for christmas. when she heard the front door slammed open, jumping from her bed to stuff the food under her bed, thinking it was her mum. until she heard her fathers voice.

"where the fuck has she put my medication?" the voice muffled from downstairs, anya sneaking out of her room to hear the footsteps starting to boom up the stairs. quickly rushing back into her room. hoping he didn't see her. and soon he was storming into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. maybe he just wanted a shower? or so she thought, until she heard the muffled crying. and rushing water. he was filling up the bath. it was 1pm, why would he be getting a bath. whilst crying too. the crying only got louder too, he sobbed. he was in pain. anastasia waddled from her room. hugging the packet of smarties to her chest. lightly knocking on the door. yet she got no response.

"daddy? i brought you some smarties." ahe lightly spoke as she heard nothing but dropping water on the other side. the crying had subsided. left with only silence. he sounded sad, when she was sad he would always give her smarties. now he needed smarties.

"i can pick out all the red ones, their your favourite. dad?" she spoke again before knocking. why wasn't he answering her? did he hate her? after all she had been the one to move his pills, she had thought they were sweets until she read his name on them.

antidepressants. that was written on them. they didn't look like sweets so she had put them back. but now she felt bad. she sat beside the door. pushing the red coated chocolate sweets under the door. hopping her dad would just talk to her.

"i'm sorry dad. please-" she cried shoving the pink smarties under the door. the man on the other side watching the smarties come under from there. yet he couldn't move, couldn't speak. he did this to himself. but he hadn't known she was in. he felt guilt. the kind of guilt that crushes your soul. soon she'd make her way into the room. and he will already be gone. the pill bottle dropping from his hand, alerting little anastasia on the other side. who was now jiggling on the handle, william wood could only watch through tired eyes as it slowly became undone. she was making her way in. she would find him like this, but he still couldn't move. he wish he could. he wish he could go back to 10 minutes ago. and stop himself. but he was too late.

eventually anya opened the door. finding her father sleeping in the tub. the water was a suspicious red in colour. but she was too young to understand

"dad? wake up? please dad." she cried, the 10 year old rushing into the room. feeling the pills crush under her bare feet. rushing to the cold body. the cool water. shivering as she gently shook her father.

"daddy? wake up. i got you sweets." the little girl cried, begging for him to wake up as she held up the packet of smarties. and she didn't even though what was wrong.

- - -

brandon rushed down the stairs the second anya's screaming and crying stopped. hugging mikey on his hip. he hoped, he begged that mum hadn't beat her to death. he had heard what she had said about anya's friends. he actually quite liked them, it had been nice seeing her finally open up to someone after their dad's death. when he arrived at the kitchen. anastasia was lying in a pile of her own blood, mary still striking her with the belt. redish marks forming on anya's skin.

"mummy?" mikey cried out looking between the two. mary came to a stop the second she had heard the cry. looking up to find brandon pointing a knife at her.

"get the fuck away from her." he ordered, jitting the knife forward. mary stumbling back. before looking down at anya. what had she done? mary only turned on her heel, going back outside. needed some air. bramdon taking this opportunity to get anastasia away. upstairs. in her room. he'd clean her wounds and look after her. their mum would leave soon anyway, tonight was her double shift and she was supposed to be visiting uncle jeremy soon anyways. it was his birthday in two days.