Goddess of Beauty
God of War
Florence Beaumont is forced out of New Orleans when her parents are killed in a hit and run, it's a miracle she survived. Now she just feels empty and lost.
Florence arrives in the sleepy town of Forks around the same...
The tiles were cold, the creases pushed into cheek as my teary eyes try to focus on the feet which stood a few meters in front of me. All I could see was the white and black sneakers.
There was blood dripping into a pool in front of me.
"Get up girl!"
I almost scream as I'm pulled up my hair, a sharp pain shooting through my scalp as my red hair is coiled tightly in the fist of the criminal.
My eyes move away from his masked face down towards the pool of blood. In the pool of blood laid a man... my father. His lifeless blue eyes staring up at me.
"No- no please!" I hear the sweet sound of my mother's voice echo through the store.
The almost empty artisan jam store which my mother owned. The black and white tiles contrasting against the bright blue wood walls and shelves holding every productsshe's ever made.
"SHUT UP!" the man yells pulling my head back further, exposing my neck. I whimper as I feel a cold blade pressed against my throat. I shut my eyes as tears run down my cheeks. "TELL THEM TO LEAVE!" he yells and jostles me, pointing outside towards where police are waiting. "I don't want to kill her- tell them to leave-"
"Mom-" I whimper out as the blade lightly slices over my throat. Not deep enough to actually cause me permanent damage but enough for a thin stream of blood to drip down.
"Stop!" My mom yells, her face red from screaming, crying and fright as she stares at me. "Please, she's my little girl- please" she begs on her knees beside my father's lifeless body.
"TELL THE-"
A window breaks and something is thrown in. In an instant we are blinded by smoke. I push myself away from the man and stumbletowards the counter. I hear the gun shoot once... twice before the doors burst open and yelling and orders can be heard.
I fall over hunched and heave. I peek around the corner on my knees... I'm met with the brown eyes of my mother, her hand reaching out shakingly towards me.
"NO!" I shout and fall down on her chest just in time to hear her heart stop beating. "N-" I gasp and grab her hand in mine, not bothered by the blood smearing my hands.
Hands grab me by my elbows and waist to try and pull me away. I scream and try to free myself to get back to my mother but it's no use.
It's no use
There is no use
No more meaning
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