Peter
I had been watching her for weeks. This scared, broken girl, abused by everyone she knew. Her mother had been an alcoholic, her father dead from the same ailment. Then her mother had died from it as well.
She had been adopted by two middle class parents, who had found out about their inability to conceive a child of their own. How tragic.
Laura Haven had moved from foster home to foster home, and her current father abused her, along with her peers at school.
She needed some excitement.
She would be mine soon enough.
Laura
Another miserable day at the place people liked to call "a place to learn." I saw it more as a place to learn pain. I knew the meaning of pain, from the constant name calling and the beatings and the thefts. I was constantly being robbed by other students, and I just wanted out. I wished I could disappear and fly away from here.
I was fat, they said. Too chubby in the cheeks. Too plain, they said. Too stupid, they said.
I lay in my cot that night, pondering my life choices. Where would I go after high school?
I didn't get tom ponder much, as I started drifting into sleep with the thought of me dancing around a campfire, carefree and happy, the sound of irresistible music ringing in my ears...
Peter
As I played the flute to her, watching her fall into a deep sleep, a smile crept across my face. She was so fragile, so weak. The abuse had made her more willing to do anything, to wish for death. Emma shouldn't have given her and Henry up. Foolish woman.
I couldn't wait to toy with the girl, the daughter of Baelfire. My docile, obedient pet, who was completely lost.
As I took her into my arms, I imagined the fun I would have with her.