Bella and Edwards wedding

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Soffia's Pov

Alice has been extremely busy recently with helping Bella with this crazy wedding, she haven't even been paying any attention to me which is rude, "Mama play with me" I say my voice muffled around my paci as I see her pop into my room to grab something she had left in here "Not now Sof, I'm busy" she says not even looking at me.

Sof the word stung me hard, mama never calls me Sof. she always calls me sweet girl or baby. My chest tightens, "Mama!" I shout louder, my voice cracking as tears fill my eyes, "pease play with me" she already out the door. I sit there frozen in my spot on my bed, my jaw clenches in anger. She didn't even see me, she forgot about me.

Fresh tears roll down my cheeks as I re watch the moment of her walking out the door without second thought, I finally snap. I launch my stuffed animal toward the wall watching it hit it and fall to the ground. It doesn't make me feel better at all as I cry before grabbing the drawing I started for her.

I sob seeing the picture I drew of us together holding hands, I rip it in half as I throw everything off my little table, I don't stop there I kick my toy box as I spit my paci out onto the floor. "WHY DO YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME IF YOU JUST FORGET ABOUT ME" I shout in anger as I fling another toy across the room.

This one leaving a louder bang to the wall, as I hear heavy footsteps stomp down the hallway. The door slams open, I see mama stand in the doorway with fire in her eyes, arms crossed her voice cold. "What is going on in here little girl" she asked, as my lip trembles again.

"you don't love me anymore" I mumble as fresh tears find their way down my cheeks, she walks into the room a sigh leaving her lips as she looks around the room with anger still in her eyes. "What did you do to your room Soffia" she says the disappointment clear in her voice.

I've never gotten in trouble like this, mama has never spoken to me this way which makes me cry harder, I flinch at her tone and cross my arms "you didn't even listen, you don't care" I say, Her eye twitches as she looks at me "You do not get to act like a brat and throw a tantrum to get your way" she says making me shrink back.

"No I wasn't—" I start as mama cuts me off "Enough" her tone sharp "I'm not entertaining your little tantrum. I'm not going to reward this behavior" she says making my stomach twist "b-but mama—" I cry, "Don't but mama me right now Soffia" he voice like ice. "You wanted to act like a spoiled brat, you earn a consequence" she says.

"No television for the rest of the day, You will clean this room and everything you threw and than stand in that corner in time out silently, I don't want hear a word Soffia Mae" she says making my heart sink. I stare at her with wide eyes, "Now" mama says pointing to the mess.

Mama leaves the room leaving me alone once again, tears roll my down my cheeks as I pick up my toys and everything I threw on the floor along with the crumble ripped picture I had colored for her earlier. I sob as I finish cleaning the room, I make my way to the corner sinking into the ground as I lean my head against the wall sniffling.

Mama doesn't love me anymore, my head runs this idea over and over again as fresh sob leaves my body. I lost track of time, my bottom feels stiff from sitting so still. I don't move though scared of upsetting mama more, More time passed as I hear footsteps again. calmer than before as the door open slowly.

I turn my head as I watch her walk into the door, arms crossed and I can't read the expression written across her face. "How long have you been sitting there?" she asked making me shrug not feeling up to using my voice, I hear her sigh as I watch her face finally soften. "Sof, come here" she says making my face fall
as fresh tears come.

I shake my head as I stay in my spot in the corner, "Sof I think this would be a good time to listen to mama. You don't need anymore more punishment" she says sternly, making me cringe as I slowly stand up and make my way towards her as I stop in front of her "do you understand why mama punished you?" she asked her voice softer than earlier.

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