AN: Warning!! This chapter has triggering themes. Don't read if you don't like that.
There's a little girl in the far distance. She's playing with dolls and acting out the perfect life. All I can see is her hair, brown and curly like the Shirley Temple movies.
I slowly approach her. Suddenly I'm stopped in front of a glass wall. I bang on it only to find that the young girl doesn't notice.
"Hello? Are you okay?"
She doesn't say a word, too preoccupied in her nuclear doll family.
A deep growling voice approaches the glass cage. I look over towards it.
It's Dad.
The little girl, now frozen with fear, stares wide eyes at the man. I catch a glimpse of her pudgy cheeks and warm eyes.
It's me.
He phases through the glass like a phantom, the little girl throws her dolls at him in an attempt to scare him off.
He loosens his collar and graps her wrists too tightly.
She screams. The glass shatters. I cover my ears.
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"No no no no NO!" I jolt up and force my eyes open to find Mark grapping my wrists a little too tightly. A concerned look plastered across his face.
AN: this is short I know! But trust me I have good stuff coming your way I promise.
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Warm Undertones. ~ M.F
Fanfiction"As his warm, chocolate eyes meet my ice cold ones, I knew something had to be done."
