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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 10, 2015 13:42:46 GMT 10
Christine was on her hands and knees scrubbing the hallway floor of her families home, he six year old body hard at work to make the tiles shine brightly before her step mother got home with her half siblings, having been born from the affair she had had with the young girls father while her own mother was still alive and well. She sighed, stopping she tied her hair back yet again.
Christine was a very thin young girl, who had only just turned six yet had been used to this life for the last two years. She had once lived downstairs with her father and mother, but as soon as the marriage was official her new mother shoved her upstairs, not wanting to see the child that was proof she wasn't his first love. She had long golden locks that would shimmer and glimmer in the light when she was allowed to wash, her clothes were raggedy having been worn and washed repeatedly, changed only when too much of her young form was on show.
She got back to work, focusing on what she had to do as she always did to stop herself from crying her little heart out as she did every night when she was finally given permission to go to bed.
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Post by witch on Feb 10, 2015 13:52:13 GMT 10
Emma's life was somewhat the same though...not.
Her clothes were the same torn rags showing off her young body, her father liking the see the black and blue his own work painted. Her form was pretty much skin and bone, only getting the chance to eat when her father 'felt' like feeding her which was hardly once in every few weeks. The RATS ate better then she did.
Apart from the paleness of her form what stood out most were the rat bites that mostly but not always covered her legs not that one could easily see then for her world was pretty much darkness. It had been for as long as she could remember.
On nights when she finally was to tired to stay awake her mind tried to remember a better part of her young life. What her mother might be like or even WHO she might be.
She had not a friend in the world save for the darkness, the light meaning her father was coming down and she had long ago longed to fear that.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 10, 2015 13:58:35 GMT 10
Christine's heart leapt two feet from her body as she heard the car pull up in the drive way, she rushed to put her thing's away before going to the door, opening it with her head bowed low, biting her tongue so she did not speak until granted permission to. She watched her step mother and sisters walk past her, bags full of new thing's, as well those that they wore.
She had over heard some time ago that they intended to move to America, to start over away from the stink of her deceased mother and her friends who had done all they could to shun them out of society. She knew that they had tried to find ways to fob her off to other people, none of which would treat her any better than they did, hence why she had not been given to one of her mothers friends who had since given up the fight to try and win custody of her.
She closed the door, standing to receive what jobs were to be finished before she was permitted to sleep that night
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Post by witch on Feb 10, 2015 14:09:40 GMT 10
"Girls, hand those bags to that.....thing" Christine's stepmother spoke in perfect French the sisters laughing upon the last word. "She's to have them washed and hung up before cooking dinner which I want in HALF and hour no more, no less. You are THEN to wash up, clean the kitchen, turn down the beds for the night oh and wash the car. GOT it?"
Curled up with her back to the wall lay Emma, her small form hidden within the shadows.
The only warmth she had was that of her long hair which had never been put through a hair cut, it's long locks brushed out as best she could via hand something she had once again long ago learnt to do. Her father own used her hair to pull her around and the few times he had found knote's he hadn't been afraid to pull upon them making her head and lips scream in the protest. She then knew that at least one beating would come her way that day. Punishment for two crimes.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 10, 2015 14:14:38 GMT 10
"Yes ma'am," she said, bowing her head as she took the bags down to the kitchen where she began to put them into the machine before starting on the preparation of the meal, not bothering to check the clock, as doing so would panic her and make her mess everything up. She got the dryer ready for the clothes, letting a single tear run down her cheek. Her own father had been in the house the whole day and had done nothing to help her, why this still upset her completely confused her but still it hurt deeply each time.
"EMMA!" Her fathers voice rang out, as he made his way down to her, having near broken the door off of its hinges on opening it, walking down the stairs towards his daughete
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Post by witch on Feb 10, 2015 14:22:38 GMT 10
Christine's father had long ago given up trying to protect his daughter. He HAD tried so many times only to have it go no where. In the end he had given in to at least TRYING to keep the peace and as long as his 'wife' didn't lay a hand on his child he could at lest pretend all was well. It killed him to see the tears, killed him to stay away but knew there wasn't truly anything he could do.
Emma's eyes shot open upon hearing the well known voice cut through her core. She raced as best she could to kneel herself in the light the open door coursed. Eyes cast down, trying to control her breath, trying and somewhat failing to keep her eyes open. The rats had made a meal of her making her feel tired and weak which in turn make her body slump.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 10, 2015 14:28:39 GMT 10
She moved the clothes into the dryer, thanking what ever higher being there was in the world for at least not having to do it by hand, which gave her time to prepare the next part of the meal. It had to be something simple yet filling in the time she had to prepare it, as far as she was concerned if they didn't like it then they should have given her more time to make something more preferable, though she knew it'd end in a beating from her sisters, she at least could keep her pride high knowing that following her step mother to the letter was in a way its own punishment to the woman.
"What the fuck are you doing on your knees, you want something shoved in that horrid little mouth of yours or something..." He slurred, having been drinking since he returned home from one of his girls
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Post by witch on Feb 10, 2015 14:40:33 GMT 10
Ever since she had married Christine's father Helena had seen the young girl as nothing but a thorn a painful little part of an otherwise perfect world. A torn without which the rose couldn't grow. Still that didn't mean she wouldn't carry on cutting at the thorns. At that very moment she was trying to plan what she could set before the girl for the next day. Knowing she'd force herself to find fault in what the child had been up to today.
Emma's body froze. It was worse when he had been drinking, always worse for she never knew what he wanted. Most of the time he wanted her on her knees 'a shown of the power he had over her' now...now it seemed like he wanted something more though what she had no idea. She remained silent for two reasons. 1) She knew if and WHEN she spoke it would course trouble and 2) she had no idea WHAT to say either way.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 10, 2015 14:52:32 GMT 10
She heard the light tinkling of bells as her pet and only friend in the world, Ayesha a Siamese cat that she had found on her bed one winter when there had been a hole knocked in by the weather. She laughed, as she laid out the sleepy animals dinner out for her. "Good afternoon, sleepy head. I was worried you'd taken to hibernating you slept that long,"
"STAND UP YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" He screamed, ragging her up by her hair, dragging her up the stairs to the main house, up again into the bathroom
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Post by witch on Feb 10, 2015 15:00:32 GMT 10
The cat looked at her it's head shifted to one side a look saying 'and so what if I did, what's it to you?' still she purred as she made her way to the food bowl eating happily. "You still have that worthless flea pile? HOW DARE YOU LET IT EAT IN HERE." A voice sounded belonging to one of her steep sisters. "I have half a mind to turn it into a hat."
Emma moaned as she tripped and stumbled, finding her legs as best she could. She couldn't help but smile softly as the soft carpet court some of her falls but turned quickly to look at her father once they hit the bathroom. Waiting, watching for his next command.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 10, 2015 15:05:04 GMT 10
"No, please... I'm sorry, I'll move her when she's finished eating, I promise," she said, bowing her head as she tried to defend her feline though not knowingly defy her sister which would end in worse thing's than usual
He threw her to the ground, turning on the cold tap and putting the plug in he stood over her waiting
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Post by witch on Feb 10, 2015 15:12:02 GMT 10
"Don't start. You know that thing isn't allowed in here and to feed it BEFORE us? How dare you. GET IT OUT OF HERE NOW" She yelled "As for it's food I hope you like shearing cause you JUST feed it your dinner."
She landed hard, her head hitting the ground making her dizzy even as she tried to pull herself up, failing to do so, another mark she knew would be added to her long list. She longed for the touch of water, none had past her lips that day and if nothing else soap inlayed or not she hoped, prayed, he'd let her drink.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 10, 2015 15:14:54 GMT 10
"Yes Miss, sorry." She said, hanging her head lower, her eyes staying on her own feet, bowing low
He picked her up once there was enough water in the tub to satisfy him before dropping her into it
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Post by witch on Feb 10, 2015 15:20:30 GMT 10
"Well don't just stand there like the stupid fool you are. MOVE. You still have dinner to cook and OUR homework to finish you know...or perhaps you don't you're such a fool"
The cold water stang and the bites the water turning a pale pink shade as the blood, both dry and new washed away. The rags of her clothes clung to her body though she still said not a word. Water, drunk and anger father... yes she had learnt THAT lesson to.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 10, 2015 15:23:22 GMT 10
She nodded, going back to their clothes as she began to iron them out before hanging them up, while also ensuring that their didn't get burnt before she set it out on the plates as she made her way upstairs with them to the dining room, laying them out before the family. She stood by the door, head bowed as she stayed silent
He snarled,ripping her clothes from her body before he grabbed the soap, lathering his hands he began to wash her, taking the chance to feel how much she'd grown since last time. "You're an ugly little bitch, you know that."
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