All Baby has known in life is pain.
Years spent locked away in an attic to bare the agony of her father's brutal hands.
Family is a concept unknown to her since the moment her mother died when she was only a mere five years old.
Thirteen years sh...
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Devy offered his hand, and I slipped mine into his, my smile growing as I took a careful sip of my pretty pink Shirley Temple. I didn't know who Shirley was, but her drink tasted like happiness. The cherry and bubbles sparkled on my tongue, making everything feel light and wonderful. That sweet taste stayed with me, reminding me that tonight might be special. I think it's my favorite now.
I slid out of the seat, feeling the material brush softly against my legs. I'd never felt anything like it before—it was so gentle and nice that I almost giggled. It made me wish I could cover my whole room with it and hide away from anything scary. I decided I'd ask Devy what it was called, so maybe one day I could have it, too.
Silver.
Like their eyes.
Shiny and kind, like the moon. I liked looking at them because they made me feel safe.
Mama Sophie and Papa Max walked beside me, making me feel like I was being looked after by real family. Mama Sophie always made me feel warm and loved, like she was hugging me even when she wasn't. Papa Max was big and strong, but I trusted him to keep me safe, just like a storybook dad. Behind us was Thor, with bright white hair and a cool lightning tattoo. He always looked serious, but I knew he would protect me. Alonso was there too, smiling kindly. His accent made his words sound soft and friendly, and he always tried to make everyone happy. Being with them made everything less scary.
Devy guided us around the club, weaving past a platform that shimmered beneath dancing feet. As we moved, my gaze was drawn to a sudden motion—a flash of silver heels dancing across the floor. They moved in an erratic rhythm, almost stumbling, the clink of the chain looped around an ankle sending an unsettling chill through me. My cheeks burned hotter when I glimpsed a woman in a tiny black dress pressed to the railing, her eyes closed as if trying to escape the chaos in her mind.
