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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐈𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 ★
( flashbacks : omniscient )
"my baby.... my baby" Marquises mother yelled as she watched her 4 year old daughter be brought out the house on a stretcher. She looked at the blood on her daughters night gown and her husband be put in the back of the cop car
She ran into the yard screaming for her daughter to say anything to her, she felt anger rush through her body knowing that her own husband raped their daughter .. someone she's been with for over 20 years took the innocence and the life of their own child
"i'm so sorry baby" she said falling onto the ground as tears fell from her eyes, Marquise walked out the house with tears running from his eyes and blood on his fist. He couldn't believe her just caught his own father doing something so evil to his little sister .. and he couldn't save her
Marquise walked over to his mother and attempted to comfort her .. but he was honestly falling apart aswell . Seeing his little sister pinned on her own bed, on her peppa pig sheets, restrained and tears falling from her eyes as her dad violently abused her, killing her.
The neighbors stared at the scene infront of them, the mother in the yard screaming and her son trying to comfort her. The chilly breeze outside and the dark skies made the moment feel surreal
—- flashbacks over .
" Todays the day, how you feeling Marquise" My mother asked me. I didn't know how to feel, it was my father who did such an evil thing but for some reason i still had love for him. I loved my little sister and I feel bad for even having the least bit of feelings for my father
"i'm okay" i said dryly, not really wanting to socialize. I came to my moms house so I could bring her to watch the execution, I didn't want to go at first but it would provide me with some type of closure
"you ready to go though? they starting in an hour and we about 45 minutes away" i explained, she nodded before standing up from the couch and heading outside. We got in my car and headed down the road. It was a very silent ride... I wished Aeja was here with me I know she would know exactly what to say and know how to help me. I felt so much anger running through my body but sadness was too. I didn't know how i was suppose to feel at this moment
I finally pulled into the parking lot for the execution, My heart dropped as i looked over at the building my father was in. I placed my gun back into the glove compartment as my mom stepped out the passenger seat, walking up to the entrance
