Izzy's POV
" LISTEN, She's only seven years old!" A rowdy man led on to weep over the magical moment that had occurred.
As an outcome directed the two adults in front of me arguing. What a coincident who would argue in front of a child?
A woman with white thick, curly hair looks down into my gaze. Long brown swirly thick hair coated my waist standing in place watching I assume is my mother, sticking up for me.
" It's in her bloodline. It's a blessing she lifted the curse."
" We could get killed because of her you know!" Continuing to babble on with the rant. The tall man who is conspicuously looking rather like my father looks down pinching the middle of his nose, fiercely pushing his seat stumbling his way to fix himself another drink.
" I'll move then." My mother's eyes landed on my presence causing her to softly reveal the engraved dimples on her faces. The gaze felt calming, safe, like nothing in the world could hurt us.
As the man stopped in his tracks he turns around on the heels of his feet, Mother softly moving me behind her.
" Why are you speaking dumb? I'd say we turn her into the count and we slaughter her, We could get the money cause we need it! They said no magic in the country, Let alone no one could conceive a GIRL! We are just lucky we didn't get caught having her, let alone... MAGIC! Why couldn't it be a boy!?..."
He drowns the remaining of his drink down with the remembrances of pain he has. The smacking of the harsh liquor causing him to shake his head.
I watched my mother back up as I held onto my mother's leg in fright. watching my father proceeded to pour himself more of the golden goose, the bottle halfway done.
" Then I'll leave..." My mother cleared her throat spoke out staring at the large man's cup with her chest up. She signaled for me to go to my room in the hallway.
" You what?" He clutched his cup of booze banging his fist against the counter watching the woman jump in panic.
" I- I said I'll leave then."
Peeking from the corner of the hallway eyeing both of my parents arguing. The woman stands her ground as my father gripped my mother's thick curly hair.
" You. Will. Never. Leave!" He added each sentence as the banging of the door startled all of us.
" Oh seems like they are here ahead of time, what a surprise!"
I watched my mother cut loose from my father's grip rushing to run to the hallways taking me up into her arms. Her eyes gave the full vibes that something terribly wrong was going on.
My heart began to race a race of thoughts flooding my mind. "why does my father hate me so much? Was it an accident that I was born here". My thoughts began to take over as I swallowed my fear down my throat.
"Mommy, what's going on? " The startling question gave my mother a saddened look in her eyes her the sound of what I call home breaking down as my father dramatically pulled my mother's wrist. Me being in her arms.
The surprising episode alarmed me holding onto Mother for dear life.
Something wasn't right was this a dream or a flashback?
The same feeling in my hand's undertook me nudging my father into the gard.
Armored men came rushing through after completely crushing the door to pieces. Mother sprinting her way to my room. Locking the door behind us.
The feelings I had just took over and began to excel. The thing I didn't understand was what was going on? My father utterly hated my gut, im only 7 years of age and did everything in my will to make my father happy.
