Title: Emotionally Locked Up
Rating: T
Summary: They would never know everything I said or did to them was because deep down I actually cared about them. They would never know I loved them.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything from Flowers in the Attic or anything at all related to V.C. Andrews!
AN: I always thought there was more to Olivia than they showed in the movies or the books for that matter. I wanted to write a short drabble about how she really feels about the children so I guess this could be considered an AU.
Devils spawn, for that's what they were. Four children born in to a web of lies and sins. They never should have been born in the first place because even if they may have started out innocent, with a mother like Corrine, they wouldn't stay that way for very long. I am sure they believe I hate them, with the way I treated the four of them it was understandable, but there was a method to my madness. I had been unable to save Corrine from herself, yet if I started now I may be able to save the children. One day they would thank me, one day they would understand I only hurt them in order to toughen them up and prepare them for the harshness of life and the temptations of sin.
If it weren't for me then all four of them and my husbands darling daughter Corrine would be living on the streets or dead. It was I who took them in, put a roof over their heads, and kept them fed. I was doing what their precious mother couldn't and did not want to do. Not only was I doing all of that, but I also kept them safe. If those kids thought I was bad then they wouldn't know how to deal with Malcolm.
My husband was a monster, well he was a man so that made him a monster when it came to certain things, but in every meaning of the word he was cruel, vile, and evil. He had this ability to charm all those around him while at the same time he could squash them like a bug. It took a very long time for me to harden to the point I was unaffected by his actions. The things I had gone through over the years were horrible, but I was tough, I always had been and marrying Malcolm only made me even tougher. Some people were made strong enough to handle it and I was one of them, but those children were not; they were to much like their father to handle someone like Malcolm Foxworth. If he ever found out about the children, or worse, the fact I actually cared for them, he would do the exact same thing he had done to our sons and I could not go through all of that for a second time.
It was when they gave me the card I realized how much I had come to care for them and that is why I had to remain cold. I could not let them crack my walls now because if it came tumbling down then I wouldn't be strong enough to keep up my routine of toughening those children up. Of course their were time when my could demeanor slipped up, like when I brought them some real flowers for the fake garden they had created up in the attic or when I would sneak them some cookies. I know the few acts of kindness would never outweigh the pain I put them through, but it was the only thing I could think of doing since I was not an overly emotional person. I knew flowers and cookies would never take away the tar, the harsh words, or the whippings; nothing ever would or could, but maybe one day they would see I was only trying to do the Lords work and hopefully they would understand and maybe even come to see me as the grandmother I wished with all my heart I could be.
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