Chapter 8

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(A/N: Prepare yourselves, this has mentions of murder, torturous themes, and other pretty bad things. Don't say I didn't warn ya... - Ajplayzlol)

Aleya woke the next day feeling excited. The young girl hopped out of bed as she skipped down the stairs of her family's country home. "Mommy! Mommy!" She squealed, excited to see her mother. "Aleya! Goodmorning! Did you sleep well?" Her mother asked. She had black, straight hair that reached just above her elbow. Her skin was pale but not pure white and her eyes were a very dark brown, which matched her daughter's appearance majorly.

Her mother was cooking breakfast for her, her father and her mother. Everyone in the house loved it when her mother cooked scrambled eggs. "Yay! Eggs! Did you get those from the chickens out back, Mommy?" Aleya asked, trying her best to get on her tip-toes to look in the saucepan. Her mother nodded. "Yes, dear. Why don't you go get ready for the day? We're going to go to the mall in the city!" She tore her eyes away from the saucepan to look at her child.

Ever since her son, Aleya's only brother, was run over by a freight train, she has taken extra precautions when protecting her daughter. The girl in question ran up the stairs to get changed.

Ripping her closet door open, she rummaged through her clothes, eventually pulling out a white shirt and a blue skirt. Slipping them on, she got her boots on and ran back down the stairs.

"Dad! Dad! Dad! Hi!" The girl squealed, embracing her father tightly. He was very tall with red hair. He had blue eyes and tanned skin. Because of the girl being as short as she was at her age, she could only reach his waist. "Hey, twirp!" He said cheerfully, picking the girl up and throwing her slightly, catching her easily.

"Heard you and Mom were going shopping today?" He said. Aleya nodded her head. "Yup! I'm gonna go with Mommy to the mall!" She chirped, jumping around the house like a bunny.

"Aleya! Aleya, darling! Breakfast!" Her mother called from the room next door. The little girl ran from her father towards her ready-made breakfast. Jumping into her chair, she stood up and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Mommy!". She stuffed her face full of scrambled egg, noting the pepper her mother had added.

Once she had finished, she saw her mother at the door, bag and coat in hand. "Come on, Aleya!" She called. Aleya's smile widened as she ran to catch up with her mother.

*Time skip cuz car rides are boring. *

Once they had gotten to the mall, Aleya had ran straight to Kmart and right to the clothing area. Her mother shouted her name as she tried to catch up with her daughter. Chealsey turned the corner only to see her daughter almost professionally picking either a pink dress or a white t-shirt. She chuckled slightly at her daughters' antics, only to sneak behind her and scare her.

"BOO!" She yelled, tickling her in her sides. Aleya screamed and laughed, curling up in an attempt to protect herself from her mothers' clutches. "Mommy! Hahaha! Mom~! Hahahaha! Mommy, stop! You're tickling me!" She managed between laughs. Chealsey and Aleya laughed simultaneously.

"Mommy? What do you think I should get? The pink dress or the white shirt?" The little girl questioned. Her mother pretended to think. "I think... Both!" Her daughter laughed. "Okay, Mommy!"

Aleya recalled the good times she had with her mother as she slept soundly. But alas, with good comes bad...

"Mommy!" The girl screamed. She saw something she half understood, but didn't at the same time.

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