Chapter 5

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Flaren was quite the ambitious and loud person.

She could light up any room with her laughter and smile.

However, she was still quite young. Her mother gave birth to her when she was only 16.

So to provide for her child she of course dropped out and started to go sour.

She soon joined the mafia ranking up with every new day.

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"Mom why do you always come home hurt"

She always came home bleeding, or bruised or burned.

Her daughter would always be at home waiting for her. They would take baths together as her daughter played in her hair.

"I-I just don't understand w-why does this always ha-happen to me?!"

She cried as she laid next to her daughter while she played in her hair.

Her mother was always a depressed woman who overworked herself.

As she got older they argued. And they argued alot.

When she finally turned 18 she left home to elope with her highschool lover.

He wasn't a bad guy or anything. In fact he was very smart and excelled at every subject. But he gave everything up just for her.

Together they had true love.

In which they had a child.
A small boy who was not suppose to live. He was very small and thin when he was born and wasn't expected to live.

But, never did the two give up. Because when the small boy was born he did not cry. Instead, he smiled which seemed like a miracle.

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"W-What am I suppose to do with this thing?"

She questioned as they handed her the now sleeping child.

She held him very awkwardly keeping him as far as possible away from her shirt.

"Do you accept, otherwise he will go into the adoption circle"

She looked around at everyone who all eyed her down. All with hateful comments.

"Is she seriously not gonna accept her dead daughters baby?"

"What a sick mother"

"Ugh I hope she rots in hell"

Sweat trickled down her forehad before she nodded.

Sitting back in the car she had no idea what she had gotten herself into.

"Uh ma'am if it makes it better at least you will have a proper head"

The large scarred man added as he drove the black car.

The baby began to reach around his small and chubby fingers for something.

She looked down at him and gave him her finger. He sucked on it happily as he dozed off.

I-Is this my second chance? After all I've done you guys are seriously doing this.

Secretly she was heartbroken when her daughter left. She wished she would've told. She was awful at showing her feelings.

All she wanted to do was cry when she found out her daughter had died. She used to secretly watch her or to call and then hang up just to hear her voice.

Never did she know she had a son.

She didn't believe it, that the gods were giving her a second chance. After how much blood, guts and tears she had caused.

She began to tear up in the back of the car.

"Thankyou" she whispered quietly.



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