...de, curious blue eyes. It appeared that The Man was putting on
some sort of armour, and a determined face.
The Woman kept crying, shouting, and clinging to The Man. The girl
looked on this display in disgust. She silently vowed that she
would never resort to that kind of behaviour.
She would definitely be more like The Man. It seemed the more The
Man was told not to do what he was doing, the more determined he
became. The girl liked that.Finally,
The Man flung open the door and stormed out of the filthy room. The
girl liked the affect of this. She liked how he had ignored the
crying of The Woman. The girl started to follow in fascination until
she was violently pulled back into the room. The Woman frantically
rambled about staying safe and how it wasnt safe to follow her
father. She bolted the door of the dirty room. The girl wasnt sure
if The Man really was her father, or The Woman her mother. She
secretly hoped that The Woman was not her mother. The Woman
continued babbling as she tucked the girl into a secluded cubbyhole.
Gunshots could be heard outside the room, and suddenly The Woman was
silent. The girl couldnt see anything now, but she could hear the
door being flung open. The girl wanted to believe that it was The