Title: Collapse
Author: The Color Grey
A/N1: This is just a little thing I wrote to get my writing juices back into working order c: S'not even 500 words .
A/N2: To anyone reading Down by the Boat Dock: I'M SORRY! I'm just kind of brain dead on that one :( But, again, if you have ANY ideas at all for that story, SEND THEM TO ME! Honestly, I don't have a clue where to go, but I really want to continue it! (This is why I don't do much anything longer than a oneshot lol) Yeah, so... sorry :/
WARNING! Mentions of non-con but nothing really graphic
Collapse
Mom has a new boyfriend, a big-boned truck driving son of a bitch, with eyes like a crow- black and dead. Ever since dad was killed, it was like mom had a new man with her every other week.
Elle knows she's seen eyes like that before, on another one of her mother's old boyfriends. But she tries her best not to think about him, what he did. Try never to remember that place in her childhood, but sometimes it pops into view despite all of her efforts to keep it hidden.
Elle was almost ten, and mom worked at a cathouse, making money her usual way, only without walking the streets. Stan was a miner, and through he was a regular at The Vault, he had a taste for younger meat. Mom was younger then too, but at twenty-seven, she was too old for Stan's likings. Elle remembers his stale Marlboro breath falling all down around her when he said, "Let me show you something."
On a normal day, it shouldn't have happened, too many witnesses. But on that particular day, mom had taken her younger sister out to the park. "You stay and start dinner," she said. "We won't be gone very long."
Elle didn't mind staying; she had gotten too old for swings anyway. It wasn't more than ten minutes before Stan came in the door. He didn't ask where mom was, or why the house was so quiet. He didn't say one word. She opened a can of beans, spooned them into the pot. She knew she had no real reason to be afraid, so why did her hands shake? She kept her back to him but she could feel his eyes, carving into her. Finally, he started towards the living room. "Bring me a beer, sweets."
She dug one out of the fridge but he wasn't in the living room. "Back here," he called from Carmen's room. He was already out of his jeans. Elle didn't know much then, but she knew there was something very wrong about that. She took him his beer, holding her breath against the stench. He grabbed her hand, yanking her hard against him.
Let me show you something.
She tried to run, but he was faster. Tried to fight, but he was stronger. Tried to scream, but he choked her cries. When he finished (thank God it didn't take long), he rolled off of her and downed his beer. She crawled into the bathroom to scrub away the evidence. She wouldn't fare tell anyone, not when he followed her, stood in the doorway, watching, and finally said, "Tell a soul, and I'll do your sister, too."
She knew he would come back for Isabelle. She was only seven. If he did that to her, she'd die for sure. It had almost killed Elle.
Title from Saosin's Collapse, from "Saosin"