***DREAM***
"You incolent little girl!"
*Smack*
"Stop that, your hurting her!"
"She deserves it! She doesn't do anything right! She's a little brat!"
*Smack!*
The little girl cowered in the corner and waited for the third hit, the one which always hurt the most. He raised his hand as far as it would go before he delivered the hit.
It was always a shove or a hit maybe a slap, but sometimes when he got angery at her mom, or he got angery about work, she tended to stay away.
But, somehow, he found her.
"MARKUS! STOP IT!" Her mother screamed, franticly throwing herself infront of the five year old girl.
The girl looked at the man who was supposed to be her father, supposed to protect her from evil, not deliver it.
Her bright green eyes grew with moister as she shrunk into her mothers embrace.
"I'm going to die one of these times." The little girl thought, but then started to say 'Red Roses Red Roses Red Roses."
"So you think your going to die Haven ? You think that one of these times, I'm going to kill you? Well, maybe I will." He drew a large metal knife from his pocket and came towards her.
"Markus, please, stop!" The mother yelled, scared replacing the confidence she had only moments ago.
"She deserves it Ella, She ruined OUR life! OUR beautiful wonderful life!" Markus screamed in anger.
He lunged at Haven, his eyes fixed.
"No!" The mother, Ella, screamed, jumping infront of the girl.
The mother was stabbed, right into the heart. She fell suddenly, right next to Haven.
She raised her hand to the girls cheek.
"Sweetie-" She coughed out blood.
"I love you so much..." *Gasp*
"So... So ver-very much, baby..."
"I love you too mommy!" Haven, at 5 years old, looked at her mom for one last time.
"I know sweetie... I know." She gave her a sad smile before closing her eyes slowly.
"Omigod... Omigod... MOMMY!"
She looked at her mom for one last time, before realizing her father was now long gone.
And she screamed loudly "MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
***END OF DREAM***
"Damn it Haven wake up!" I suddenly woke up, my throat raw from yelling.
I looked into the eyes of a certain red headed blue eyed boy.
Oh my...
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S.O.T.C: We Cry-The script
MASH: Sippin the Sause, ares we?
