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[note: this chapter contains violence. if you arent comfortable, please feel free to skip this chapter.]

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Your hand picks the blue flowers

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enraged at his son, the attacker kicked the younger's thin frame that was racked with sobs, across the room. this caused the victim to spurt blood and hug the place where his father's leg connected with his body. the boy looked up to see his sister's face. it peeked out from the doorway, its features contorted in pain and sadness for her brother. a glimmer of confidence flashed across her face, a symbol of a fleeting moment in which she longed to step up and help her sibling. a tear rolled down the girl's cheek as she acknowledged once more that nothing could stop that monster of a man. her father.

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