❝ The Leader❞

"Mommy, where are we going?" A little girl, no older than 3 years old asked.
"Just a nice place for you to learn. Don't worry, I'm sure it'll be fun." Her mother stated with an obvious fake and sweet smile.

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"Alright, d-dear, you are going to go with this nice man. I'll pick you up at 7:00, alright?" Her mother stated, as the little girl just nodded; not aware of what will actually come of her.

As she sadly watched her mother's car drive away, the man roughly pulled on the little girl's arm. The small are cried out from the pain as the man started to drag the girl through a dimly lit hallway.

"Surely a of a mother you have, little girl." The man said. The girl was too young and barely understood the words he said. But, living with a e for a mother, she was able to pick up on some words here and there.

Words that no 3 year old should be able to hear.

But, she kept silent. She did not respond to the man. She only hoped the her mother would come and pick her up soon.

Hoped.

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Night came. Screams within the building were loud and high. Shouts of "stop" were heard boucing off the walls.

As the little girl's  tears slid down her cheek. She still waited and waited for her mother. Hoping, for once, her mother would be there for her.

But, she knew the truth.

"Hu. Hu. HA!" A girl in her late teens was throwing punches and kicks left and right to the guy before her. The girl was sporting a red tank top and black basketball shorts.
The man was able to easily and swiftly dodge the girl's attacks. Everytime the girl threw a punch to the man's face, he would move to the side in time. But, that didn't mean the girl was giving up so easily.

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