,'. The mansion. ,'.

,'.Part Two.',

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"I will be telling your father when he gets home!" She shouted, turning her attention back on Emra. "Shh, Its ok dear." She comforted the sobbing child in her arms, not paying any attention to me. I was too deep in thought to care about the beating I was going to get. I stood there, millions of things racing through my head. I was snapped out of my thoughts, when the door creaked open.

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I sighed, looking at the tall figure now standing in front of the doorframe. My father had dark brown, fluffy hair. Tan skin, and blue crystal eyes. But don't let that fool you, He is evil. My father is a lumberjack. He stood tall, almost taller than the door frame itself. He stepped in the house, scanning the room.

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Our house was a small cottage, despite the size, it was rather cozy. For someone who hasn't experienced things in this house. My experience? Well.. My father would beat me, belts, hands, whips, and more.

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He would always beat me until I bled, and cried for him to stop. He has done this since I was born, It slowly got worse every time. He would give me the worst beatings when I got my sister into trouble. Since, he cherished her more than me since she was a; 'Proper lady'. And I was, well.. 'Boyish'. She was also younger and more 'persuadable'.

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I watched as the tall man entered the kitchen, passing me with a glare. Once he spotted the crying child in my mothers arms, he scowled. He glanced at me, then put on a worried face. "What happened?" He asked, watching the little girl run to him, and jump into his arms. I rolled my eyes, I never once was treated that way. "Oof-!" He let out, being almost choked by the sobbing girl. Her brown eyes glistened, full of tears. Her cheeks were a rosy pink, and her eyebrows were furrowed.

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"Apparently," My mother said, crossing her arms and glaring at me. "Lori here, took her sister somewhere. And scared her!" My mother shouted slightly. I sighed, that was not what happened. But, If I told them, then they would hate me even more. "Lori!" My father shouted, he was angry. "Yes father?" I sadly responded, he scoffed. Knowing I had heard the whole conversation.

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"Go to your room! No dinner for you, and I'll be up there after dinner!" He said, sternly and pointed to the stairs. I sighed, and started walking. "Oh, And you're grounded for a month!" My mother shouted, while I walked. I reached my room, and opened the door.

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I was met with papa. He was standing there, right by my bed. I gave him a weak smile, and collapsed on my bed. Papa, was a shadowy like figure that accompanied me in my room. He kinda, showed up when I was 2-3 years old, and has been there ever since. Papa, was tall, and slim. His form was taller than the roof, and he always made me feel better.

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While I laid there in bed, papa just stood there, staring at me. "Are you going to just keep staring at me?" I said, words slightly muffled by the pillow I had my head in. He just continued to stare, and tilt his head slightly. I looked up at him, slightly lifting my head. He continued to stare, then he tilted his head so he could see my closet.

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I looked at my closet, the door was slightly creaked open. I looked at it, and waited expectantly. A small creature, about half the height of me came waltzing out of the closet. It resembles a little girl, except the splotches of black painted on her pail skin. Her devil-like features, such as her tail, horns, and one void like eye. Her other eye was a beautiful soft gray-ish blue. She had mid-length hair, that reached down to her shoulders. Which was colored a pretty ash-blonde. She walked over to me, passing by papa, and sitting in my now criss-crossed lap.

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She smiled up at me, and pointed at her hair. I nodded, understanding that she wanted her hair braided. I slid the hair tie off my wrist, and put it to my side. I looked at papa, and held out my hand. He nodded, and grabbed the hair-brush off my desk, and handed it to me. I smiled, and started cowming the small girl's hair. "So mia, how's your day been?" I asked, still brushing her hair. She held up her right hand, holding up a thumbs up. I giggled, she was non-verble, so was papa. But, papa let out these low growls, if you weren't used to them, they'd almost sound scarry.

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I was almost done with her hair, when papa looked at the door. I sensed he was sad, since his back was arched slowly and he was looking down. "Miss mama?" I asked, lifting an eye-brow and smirking. He bobbed his head, and continued looking at the door. "She'll be here at like, twelve don't worry." I said, reassuring the distressed demon. Mama, was a kind demon, like Mia and papa.

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She took care of me, she'd bring me some food from the kitchen when my parents would try and starve me. She would comfort me when I was sad, and she took after me, papa, and mia. She was my mother figure, and papa's partner. I only assumed Mia was their child, not caring if she wasn't, so I never asked.

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