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{Prologue}
"Mummy?" The little brunette girl in the white sleeping gown whimpered as she dragged her teddy bear along the wooden floor to her mother's bedroom.
She'd been able to hear noises coming from her parents' room the whole night, and she had finally gained enough courage to walk over there to confront whoever was stopping her from sleeping.
As the girl got closer, the louder the voices got and the less muffled they became, allowing her to eavesdrop.
"Please, please," She heard her mother's cries. "Jonny! Jonny, baby. Stop!"
Even though she was scared, the small girl walked on. "No, Danielle! I'm sick of your shit! Why are you always on my back?"
"Shh, please stay quiet, Jonathan.
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A slapping sound came from the room, making the girl jump when she heard her mother cry out.
"Jonny, I'm sorry. Jonny," When her mother apologized profusely, the girl knew something was wrong. Her mother never said sorry unless her father was angry.
After a few more hushed voices, the five year old stepped forward. And again, and again until she was at her parents' bedroom door, peeking her little brown eyes inside the room.
Her mother was kneeling on the floor, quietly sobbing as she held one hand to her right cheek. She whispered incoherent words as she slowly rocked back and forth. When the girl's tiny eyes found her father, she gasped.
He was walking. But not just anywhere; toward her, his eyes the colour of flames. The girl's mother noticed this and screamed.
"Jonny! Jonny please don't hurt her. Please, Jonny!" Her mother begged him, standing up and putting a hand on his forearm. "She's just a baby! Your baby!"
"She's a brat! Like her mother!" He pushed his wife down onto the bed, but instead of landing on the soft mattress, her head hit the bed post, and she rolled onto the hard ground.
"Mummy!" The girl yelled, running past her father and sitting next to her mum. "Mummy?"
"It's okay darling," The girl's mothers eyelids were drooping as she touched her daughter's cheek. "You look after yourself, okay? Don't stay here."
The petite girl nodded, her big brown eyes starting to water. "Mumma, I don't understand."
"You don't have to baby. You don't have to understand." Her mother whispered. "Just run."
As the girl went down to kiss her mother's forehead one more time, strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her away.
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Liar, Liar
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