The little girl pulled her pink doll to her chest as she watched the exchange between her parents. It was like they didn't notice her presence in the room as they yelled at each other. She watched quietly with trembling legs, she had never seen her Dad this furious---it terrified her.
Her mom's ebony hair was neatly brushed and her rich dark skin made her more beautiful. She watched as her mother tried to talk to her father who wasn't ready to listen to whatever she wanted to say.
"Please Sam, you don't have to accept the deal. You can win this election without any foreign help." Her mom pleaded in a calm tone.
"Don't lie to me Diana, we both know that's a freaking lie!" Her Dad yelled, making the little girl flinch at the tone of his voice.
"Think of what you're putting at stake here. Think of Bloom's future, if the truth comes out it will ruin her one day."
Her mom said in a soft tone that carried worry and pain, she tried to touch him.
"Shut up!" He snapped, making her pull her hand away.
"I will do whatever I want and you will keep your mouth shut, get it?"
"No, I can't do this Sam." Her mom replied, shaking her head in disapproval.
"And you call yourself a wife? You're supposed to be by my side through good and bad. You're here to support me through every decision I make. You're going to be the first lady of the United States, don't you want that?"
He approached her with clenched fists and a hardened jaw.
"I don't want it! We have enough luxury already. We can't ruin Bloom's future like this, Sam. I won't let you..."
He cut her off when he gripped her by the neck.
The little girl wanted to look away or scream for him to stop hurting her mom but she was too scared.
"You've always been a pain in the ass. You never listen!"
He snarled, tightening his grip around her neck. She struggled to get some air into her lungs as she tried to push him away.
"I'm giving our daughter a better future," he said and pushed her away but she missed a step and stumbled to the marble floor, hitting her head really hard on the thick glass table.
The little girl pressed her back to the wall and watched with wide eyes as her father stared at her mom not helping her.
Instead of calling for help, he stood over her body and watched her bleed from the back of her head.
"I'm sorry, my love. I'm so close to getting what I want and I won't let you ruin it," he whispered.
The little girl watched quietly not sure of what was happening anymore? Why was mommy on the floor and why was she not moving?
Her curious mind wondered.
"Daddy?" She called.
He looked surprised when he turned around and saw her.
"Princess?" He took a glance at his wife's unmoving body and moved quickly to where the little girl was standing.
"Is mom okay?" She asked, trying to look behind him but he blocked her view.
"Of course Princess, she is just having a nap. Come on, it's time for you to get some sleep too."
He took her hand and led her out of the room. She looked back at her mother's body in the pool of blood.
She knew she wasn't having a nap.
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Bloom woke up with a gasp, she could hear beeping from close by. She stared at the white ceiling above her.
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Jugendliteratur"Go home Bloom and don't return to this place." "You don't own this place and you don't have the right to tell me where to go and where not to!" She shouted. She was annoyed at how mean he was toward her. "Get this straight Bloom, someone like you d...
