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China Doll
CHINA DOLL
>China: Year: 1867<
Sam looked up in fear at his father as his mother feel to the ground from the blow the man had delivered to her face.
She whimpered in pain, her chin already discoloring with purple and blue from where he had hit her.
"Why do you always take up for him?!" His father yelled so loudly that it hurt Sam's eyes. "He is a freak! Jjst look at him."
His mother kept her head down, tears feel to the wooden floor.
Sam was a thirteen year boy with extremely pail skinand hair that was split into two colors, brown and pink.
His eye on the left side was distorted from the hot chain hisnfater and wiped him in the face with, his other eye was very unique. The white part of his eye was black, he had a oversized purple and the color of his iris was red.
A freak.
He knew what he was, it just hurt him to hear his father say it.
Even though it shouldn't have had, he had heard it so much.
"No." His mother said in a weak voice. "He isn't a freak.' She smiled and gently touched the side of Sam's face. "He is my china doll."
A nickname his mother had given to him because of his pail skin and delicate features.
"You a disgusting, you actually care for the freak." He trew the beer bottle down, it shattered into tiny pieces on the creaky floor. "He is abnormal and looks like a woman at that! He may be born because of me, but he will never be my child."
He gave Sam am evil look before slamming the door to a bedroom he shared with Sam's mother.
Rising to her knees, his mother wiped the tears away from her face with the back of her sleeve. "He doesn't mean to be so awful. He-"
"He is a drunk. I hate it when he hits you, mama. I- I- wish he would die! I would kill him myself if I could!"
She took him by his shoulders and shook him slightly. "Never say that, understand me? He was the only one who took me in when when I was-"
When she was a prostitute.
She sighed. "It won't be like this forever." She smiled sweetly. "Okay?"
He nodded. "Okay."
© CGB
>China: Year: 1867<
Sam looked up in fear at his father as his mother feel to the ground from the blow the man had delivered to her face.
She whimpered in pain, her chin already discoloring with purple and blue from where he had hit her.
"Why do you always take up for him?!" His father yelled so loudly that it hurt Sam's eyes. "He is a freak! Jjst look at him."
His mother kept her head down, tears feel to the wooden floor.
Sam was a thirteen year boy with extremely pail skinand hair that was split into two colors, brown and pink.
His eye on the left side was distorted from the hot chain hisnfater and wiped him in the face with, his other eye was very unique. The white part of his eye was black, he had a oversized purple and the color of his iris was red.
A freak.
He knew what he was, it just hurt him to hear his father say it.
Even though it shouldn't have had, he had heard it so much.
"No." His mother said in a weak voice. "He isn't a freak.' She smiled and gently touched the side of Sam's face. "He is my china doll."
A nickname his mother had given to him because of his pail skin and delicate features.
"You a disgusting, you actually care for the freak." He trew the beer bottle down, it shattered into tiny pieces on the creaky floor. "He is abnormal and looks like a woman at that! He may be born because of me, but he will never be my child."
He gave Sam am evil look before slamming the door to a bedroom he shared with Sam's mother.
Rising to her knees, his mother wiped the tears away from her face with the back of her sleeve. "He doesn't mean to be so awful. He-"
"He is a drunk. I hate it when he hits you, mama. I- I- wish he would die! I would kill him myself if I could!"
She took him by his shoulders and shook him slightly. "Never say that, understand me? He was the only one who took me in when when I was-"
When she was a prostitute.
She sighed. "It won't be like this forever." She smiled sweetly. "Okay?"
He nodded. "Okay."
© CGB
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