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“Ow! Papa I’m sorry! I’m sorry papa! Please stop hurting me!” Ophelia screams as her Papa beats her to the ground in a bloody pool. “Papa please!” She screams as she vomits out blood.

“Now you know what happens when you eat Papa’s leftovers, do you understand?” Her father says standing proud on top of her with his fists all bloody.

“Papa it wasn’t me! I don’t even like your leftovers!” She says trying to defend herself before her Papa broke her nose.

“Do NOT talk over me. I KNOW you ate it, your mother is always in the garden bed and your younger sister doesn’t leave her room. So, who does that leave?” He mocks her by pretending he is about to hit her before leaving the room. Ophelia lays almost lifeless on the floor. That were she lays for around and hour in a half. She gets up limping towards her and her sisters room. She sees her sister crying on the corner. She runs over to Ophelia putting her in an embrace and helping her to there shared mattresses on the floor before cuddling up together, shaking. The next mourning Ophelia and her sister were as quiet as a feather and walk outside in the frontyard. As they walk out they see that the flowers in there mothers garden bed have bloomed

“I’ll see you after school mum!” Ophelia say putting more flowers down in front of her mothers stone and the flowers from the day before that and the day before that. They walk down the street and and look at each other.

“And rambler if anyone asked about the welts on our face?” Ophelia says

“… The bumblebees are out”

Not rlly the prompt but I really wanted to post this