My Unexpected Mate

Third Person POV

"I brought you a flower mommy." Three year old Elijah said.

She hung her head, afraid to look into her mothers eyes. She brought the little yellow flower in hopes it will make her mother love her somehow. She felt desperate for her mothers approval, to somehow gain any sort of affection.

"Get that ugly thing out of my face, Elijah. That includes you as well!" Her mother snapped, turning and walking away. Not a single hint of hesitation or remorse in her statement, as if there wasn't a single care for her daughter in her heart.

Elijah spun the flower her in fingers before watching it drop to the floor. She angrily balled her fists and blamed the flower for not being prettier, blaming it for making her mother angry at her.

Deep inside Elijah knew it was really her who brought the look of disgust upon her mothers face. She would never admit it though, she was only three but she knew. Every time she walked into the room her mothers smile would turn into a frown and her laughter would die. She would hide her away in her room and told her to be quite when mommy and daddy had company over.

Her mother, Claire, angrily stormed into the house and into the kitchen. "That horrible thing tried to give me a flower!" She screamed. Her husband, Elijah's father Aiden, chuckled. He hadn't a clue why she would try such a thing, sure she knew Claire would never accept anything from her.

"She was probably thinking it'd make you love her." He said, a humorous grin on his face as he shook his head.

"How revolting." Claire said. "Who could possibly love such an...animal?"

"I don't know darling, I don't know. They must be crazy to love her."

The parents laughed, finding tremendous humor in the thought. Though Elijah did not know why they found her so revolting, one day she might, if she lives long enough to see. Aiden huffed at the thought, a sinister smile on his face.

Elijah watched from the crack in the door as they ate food. Elijah was fed once a day and that was it, her parents were aware of her malnutrition and ignored it. They fed her just enough to keep her body going and that was it. Under no circumstances did they want her to be in any sort of advantage, making her weak as possible was necessary, even as a child.

Elijah sobbed against the tall trees trunk, its thick bushel of branches and leaves kept her dry from the rain that pour down around her. It was almost a cliche scene for someone on the outside looking in.

She wanted to know why: why they didn't feed her, why they didn't let her outside the tall wooden fence, why they only laughed when she wasn't there, why they didn't love her?

Elijah would know one day but she wanted answers then and there. She wanted to yell all the questions she had in their faces. She wanted to cry in hopes it would create sympathy, that maybe just maybe something would change in an instant and she could run in their arms.

Elijah knew she could never do something like that.

She knew her mother or father wouldn't hesitate to hit her. They rarely did but Elijah didn't feel like they were holding back because they wanted to.

There were times when they just got angry at her for no reason and would hit her. Elijah didn't fight back or run because she didn't want to make it any worse then it already was. She wanted everything to be over as soon as possible.

Elijah walked over to the large fence and sat down. She knew there was a park of some sort behind it, she could hear children's laughter filling the air. She was always jealous of what ever was behind that fence, somehow she knew anything over there would be better than what's on this side.