Chapter 4
Third-person p.o.v
Her body trembled as the cold stone of the ground burned at her skin.
Her worries were getting heavier as fear set in her heart, creeping up her throat. The thought of Ezra coming to her rescue keeping her sane through the bitterness of the night. Saffron sat with her back against the locker room wall, her jacket wrapped tightly around her, eyes staring blankly at the wall ahead. She thought about her life, her father, her mother. Her mind drifted to the day all this started, a memory so clear, so painfully engraved in her memory. It was that day her whole life turned upside down.
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“mommy! Please, please, please!” saffron begged.
“no baby, I already told you no. Another day.” her mother scolded gently. Saffron puffed her cheeks out with a huff. Her mother held her little hand gently, a soft smile on her face as she looked at her daughter with a cute pout on her tiny face.
Her elegant steps followed by small stomps from the little pouty gremlin next to her. The child had been begging to go to the park but was turned down by her mother due to having plans.
“momma are you sure we can't,” she asks, trying her luck, She chewed on her bottom lip in anticipation. A sigh leaves her mother's lips. “yes noa, I'm sure. Now if you're really.. really.. good! maybe momma will get you ice cream,” she smiled down at her now beaming daughter. She leaped into her mother's arms, a loving smile grazing her lips. The soft afternoon breeze washed over them carrying the sound of soft giggles and joyful shouts through the sunny streets. They continue down the street once again hand in hand, a huge grin painted across the small girl's face. But that smile would soon fade unbeknownst to them.
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A curious gleam sparkles in the girls' eyes as something gleamed at her across the street. She looked back up to her mother, who stood with her back to saffron, a hand still wrapped around the child' as she looked through the bins of fruit at the outdoor market. Saffron's eyes wander their way back to the spot she had been staring at just seconds ago. Her feet went to move but halted quickly, her eyes training themselves on her mother's hand. She wiggled her little hand free, staying still for a moment to see whether she'd get caught. Saffron's little feet moved having noticed her mother's attention still on the stand in front of her. Her small legs carried her closer in hope to see the object clearly. Before she knew it she was standing by the street. Her gaze still focused on her destination. without much thought her feet continued forward, the sound from the world blocked out of her mind. She stopped abruptly though at the sound of a woman's voice. Mommy? She thought to herself. Before her little mind could comprehend the situation a loud squealing sound made her snap her head to the right, only to be met with an object coming towards her. She stared at the object in fear her body trembling, stunned in place. She closed her eyes ready for contact. confusion clouded her mind. Why did she not feel anything she thought, slowly peeling her eyes open. Her small frame trembled at the site, the loud sounds of people around her muffled out by her terror. Tears flooded her eyes as she stared down at the site in front of her, her.. mother, her mother that was laying on the ground not moving painted in blood. “mommy? Mommy? Momma? Mommy open your eyes!” she shook her mother, tears cascading down her face. She looked down at the motionless figure of her mother. Bright lights and loud sounds filled her ears. screams shook her body, her lungs aching; burning for air. She clung to her mother tightly, her tiny body trembling, hot tears running down her cold face. She could hear people talking but couldn't make out what they were saying. She clung tighter when she felt a hand on her. sobs just racking through her small body like an earthquake. The bright lights were blurred with tears. She screeched and screamed at the top of her lungs as her body was pried from her mother's. She kicked and clawed in the grasp of the paramedics. She caught sight of Her mother being rushed to an ambulance. that was the last time she saw her.
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Saffron's eyes shot open, her breathing ragged, soaked in sweat. She often had that nightmare or more reliving of memory. The day her mother died, the reason her father hated her. It was all her fault. She was the reason her mother was dead.
Hot tears ran down her cheeks. Her heart ached at the thought of her mother. She buried her face in her arms, bringing her knees to her chest. Waiting for her savior to come.