The Snow Deal [First To The Fallen Savior Series] (Unedited Author's Edition, AKA First Snow)

❅ Chapter VIII: The Burning Sting❅

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First Snow © September 2nd, 2014 by Selena Collins

I stood staring into my grey hues and luscious, brown curls as I wore the black dress with a spider lace surrounding my arms with matching leggings to compliment my black flats containing little rain drop diamond studs. Everything seemed perfect until I realize that Bishop hadn't come to the door and he promised to be here shortly around three this afternoon and the time was 4:40pm. Where could he be? I quietly pondered, just as I stood there straightening any wrinkles.

I guess a time like this wouldn't hurt to check on him. I finally decided as the time neared five o'clock. Wandering down the halls with old portraits and glistening glass heirlooms or ancient forgotten replicas. I stopped to see a portrait of a boy, no younger than five, with a strong king holding his hand and an angel to the boy on the right of both child and king. I shook my head thinking, Bishop put them here to remember his ruthless father, a direct replica of Satan's true human form. But... Why?

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"Daddy?" I asked quietly, my feet pit-pattering toward his body before being scooped into his arms.

His face seemed to have age twenty more years than expected as he was only twenty five as my mother was resting in the other room. I looked around trying to scan for any signs of a certain somebody to come our way, only my father just seemed to be wearing a veil that had spread a frown on my face.

"Daddy, why are you so sad?" I gently questioned as I wore a frown upon my lips.

"Leave me be, Bree. I'm not in the mood to discuss matters." He spoke as his voice sounded so cracked, sounded so broken.

"But Daddy, you're really sad. Why are you so sad Daddy?" I tried persisting for the truth even if the truth was hard to comprehend.

"Just get away from me, Bree!" He started shouting, "JUST GET THE HELL FROM ME YOU... YOU ABOMINATION!"

A startling gasp escaped my lips as I had never remember my father being that way, ever. Before I realize anything I had my face slapped, the hand coming extended from my father as he wore frustrated anger and despairing sorrow. My mother rushed out before the slapping could continued as their voices echoed back the forth from a wildfire sprue up over my persistent moment. The only thing I could do was run crying and crying, letting my feet guide along the pit-patters that escaped the fading angry voices.

Wasn't until I came upon the family garden, the golden lilies and vast hues of shimmering light glittered the garden alone. I hid among the glistening forest of daffodils as I laid there curling into a defenseless fetal position, the water streaming to the ground. I laid there as the grass pressed into my face, just awaiting whatever would come my way.

I heard voices concerning as the pit-patters ran past the garden as I muffled my cries with my hand. Wasn't until later that soft clicks of shoes walked into the courtyard. I looked to see a child in armour no older than probably six as he looked to observe until he seen the daffodils. I stood frozen as his shimmering gold hair reflected the sunlight, those brown hues soft and warmer than the curing chocolate, his stance firm and strong. The little child as he extended his hand in offering me out of my suffocating trance, just standing with his goofy grin and eyes sparkled.