"You can't just take her away from me Veronica. She's my Flower to. We helped her grow, and I want to be there for when she's a mature beautiful rose with thorns, because if she's anything like you, that's exactly what she'll be." Beautiful, but if you cross her, she'll prick you. Draw blood to your skin, matching her red petals. I won't let a boy or man pick them. She loves me, she loves me not. Fuck that. No one picks my daughter apart. And Veronica sure as hell isn't picking her from the ground she was raised, carrying her away from me to give to some other chump. I won't let my Flower die. Ever. Andrew Mena is on a mission to save his marriage. Veronica is deaf to his lying words. She's exhausted with the gimmicks, heard it all before. Is it too late to pick up the pieces of the deteriorated flower? Or should they just die, and lay lifeless on the ground? Everything's worth saving, but this marriage might not be. Sequel to The Flower Girl (Should read the first book for this one to make sense.) TRIGGER WARNING: STORY CONTAINS CHILDHOOD TRAUMA, DOMESTIC ABUSE, DRUG ABUSE, SEXUAL ASSAULT MAY BE OFFENSIVE MATURE STRONG LANGUAGE SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ MAY STILL PISS READER OFF DARK/SAD *I do NOT own any of the pictures used in this story.* PLEASE NO REPOSTS NO TRANSLATION OF STORY IN ANY OTHER LANGUAGE NO COPYING IN ANY WAY DON'T POST ON ANOTHER WEBSITE
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