So pretty when she cries (Redone)

Chapter 1: the murder

The sound of a woman humming in the bathroom filled the air. A 1-year-old little girl sat in front of her playing with a few bath toys. It was long past the little girl's bedtime but her daddy was in a bad mood. No one likes it when Daddy is in a bad mood. Especially not the woman sitting behind her. The woman's eyes were beautiful dark brown and blue at her baby girl with love.

The toddler babbled and played with her toys as her mother washed and cleaned her. The child's soft skin was like that of a newborn. The sweet innocent little girl giggled and babbled. So innocent and unknowing of the world outside of her mother's loving and protective embrace. Her mother loved gazing upon her sweet face. The little girl's mother loved looking at her soft mahogany brown skin. Her mother loved her daughter's beautiful heterochromatic dark brown and blue eyes or her rosy chubby cheeks. Her mother loved her plush full lips, her button nose, or those pudgy little toes and fingers. Her mother loved her long curly black hair and the fact that they both had Poliosis. White streaks in her hair, a white patches in their eyebrows and lashes. The same as her mother's.

Many would ask why she had never walked with her daughter. Why hasn't this mother ever danced with her sweet baby girl before? Why can't they walk together? Well, the answer was simple yet so very complicated. . . The woman, Evangeline, was paralyzed.

The little girl, Rosemary, smiled as her mother picked her up and sat her on the floor. Before crawling out herself Evangeline wrapped Rosemary in a towel and began to dry her. Her hands move with practice movements. She climbed into her wheelchair and wheeled into her bedroom silently and lotioned her baby girl, she got the diaper on and her cute little princess nightgown. Evangeline wished she could walk with her daughter. She wished she could dance again. She knew her baby girl didn't care or mind but still. She has said Rosemary looked like her when she was a baby.

Rosemary yawns and nuzzles into her mother's chest. The little girl was so sleepy, it was way past her bedtime. Evangeline smiled and laid Rosemary slowly and got dressed. Her nightly routine was so practiced and ingrained in her mind she knew where everything was. Her long curly black hair flowed down her back. The Poliosis white streaks in her hair made her look even more unique. Her doe heterochromatic dark brown and blue eyes were cloudy and foggy unseeing. Her voluptuous curves and soft deep almond-brown skin glowed in the dim light. Evangeline smiled softly as she put on panties and then a spaghetti strap nightgown and lotions.

Suddenly, the front door downstairs opened, and Evangeline could hear the sounds of a woman's voice. Then her husband's voice, shuffling, and then the sounds of shameless sex. Her husband is a serial cheater and abusive bastard. A single tear flows down her face as she locks the bedroom door and lays on the bed. Evangeline cradled Rosemary softly to her supple chest and sniffled. She closed her eyes trying to find a momentary escape from this hell.