Author: I don't celebrate Christmas but I hope you guys have a happy holidays with your family. <3 Hope you guys enjoy the chapter ^-^
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Chapter 1 - Michael Astley
"Papa! Look at what belle did!" I saw a little girl run towards a man that seemed to be her father from how she calls him. With her pigtails and her cute yellow dress, she approached his back.
"What do you want me to do with this?" The man that seemed to be in his mid to late 30's turned around to look at the small child. He has green eyes and blonde hair with white streaks, a sign of aging.
"I-I got a perfect score! I drew you, me, Ethan, and mama!" The little girl stuttered whilst she showed her work from school which got a perfect score.
She seemed really sweet, and her father seemed really strict on the other hand. I don't know what I'm currently seeing or where I am, but, the atmosphere seems quiet. Not necessarily calming or relaxing, just...empty?
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The man took the little girl's drawing and ripped it right in front of her. The sight was beyond disturbing, the little girl's face which held hope that her father would appreciate it turned sad.
"Come back once you actually made an artwork and not a horrendous garbage." The despicable man threw the ripped pieces of paper in front of his own daughter.
I could only look at the little girl with pity; her head was now downturned and she gripped her little dress tightly. The man turned around and left the little girl who was trying not to cry.
"Belle's a good girl, and good girls don't cry." She repeated this sentence again and again to calm herself down. Her eyes were teary and she tried her best not to cry but I could see that she was really broken-hearted.
"I just have to do better, papa doesn't want bad kids." She kneeled down and took the pieces of ripped paper and ran the other direction.
'What a fucking dickhead.' I whispered to myself as I looked at the old man's back turning the corner.
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"...her situation..."
"There seems to be no..."
"...case is very odd."
I slowly gained consciousness and started hearing voices. I slowly tried to open my eyes and soon, I saw three heads with the two talking to each other.
"The young miss is awake!" Said a familiar voice of an old woman. It took me a few minutes to finally open my eyes properly and I saw three people in total.
One was the familiar old maid who took care of me, she seemed relieved and at the same time in panic. The second person was a bald old man with round glasses and a distinct moustache. He had a stethoscope in his ears and was checking my condition as of the moment.
The third person was a man with blonde hair and green deep set eyes. He was staring right back at me with a strict face. One could guess that he had contempt in his eyes when looking at me.
"There seems to be no problems with her health, sir. It is most likely caused by exhaustion." The bald man with the weird moustache took off his stethoscope and talked to the old guy behind him.
"Exhaustion from what? From living luxuriously and doing nothing all day?" The man looked to be in his 40s glared at me as the old maid tried sitting me up so I could drink water.
