Hello again, hope you liked the first chapter The Birth of an Angel. Here's another instalment of Glimpses, this time Sylvie is 5 years old and finds out her father is not who she thought he was.

WARNING- Mentions of domestic abuse

Disclaimer- All characters that you recognise belong to the BBC and the writers of Crimson Field, however any names you don't recognise belong to me.

Happy reading,

Rosie xx

A Young Spectator

"Would you like some tea Mr Teddy?" asked a 5 year old Sylvie to her teddy bear: a beige bear, with big beady eyes, a wide smile and a smart blue waistcoat.

Sylvie reached over the small wooden table to where 'Mr Teddy' was sat on a low wooden chair and used her left hand to bend his neck slightly, making it look like he was nodding.

"Of course you can have some tea Mr Teddy" exclaimed Sylvie as she took her rose printed white tea pot and poured 'tea' into Mr Teddy's porcelain tea cup that sat before him.

"What about you Mrs Cottontail do you want any tea?" Sylvie asked the giant flopsy rabbit that sat next to her on a chair. As she leant over to pour Mrs Cottontail's tea, she heard a crash and a woman's scream.

"ELLIOT!" the scream was the very recognisable voice of her mother. Sylvie's eyes grew wide as she heard the sound of a slap. She put down the teapot and walked towards the door. She grabbed the door handle and pulled it down, she wasn't allowed out of the nursery without Nanny Greenwood. She tiptoed silently towards the room she knew was her parent's bedroom and where she heard the shouting coming from.

She got towards the white door which was ajar slightly. She peeped through. Her mother was stood into the corner with her hands covering her face as her father stood over her and was shouting at her. Sylvie could see his fists clenched at his sides.

"You little bitch! You planned this to humiliate me! That deal needed to be signed off and now, because of you, they won't sign. You just had to go and talk even though you knew that you shouldn't. You just couldn't keep your stupid mouth of yours shut." Elliot yelled, saliva spewing from his mouth onto her face.

As he spoke, he advanced towards Kitty, trapping her more into a corner. As she looked around for a way to escape, she registered Sylvie's terrified face from through the crack in the door. She mouthed 'Go' to Sylvie. Kitty hoped that Elliot's focus remained on her. He had not yet touched Sylvie but that is always at the back of her mind. As long as it's only Kitty getting hurt, at least she is protecting her child.

"Oh I'm sorry, I thought Miss Hart should be known to your friends, the harlot that seems to share your bed now!" She contradicted fiercely.

"Any harlot would be much better than you! You're as frigid as a log!" He yelled in insult.

Elliot grasped her by the shoulders and pushed her towards the floor, under the pressure her knees gave out and he stood triumphantly over her, fist raised. As it descended, she could already feel the burning imprint of his hand on her face

"Mummy!" Sylvie yelled running towards her. She leant down to Kitty and put her hand on her forehead.

"Daddy, why are you hitting Mummy?" asked Sylvie as she turned around to see Elliot.

"Daddy didn't mean it Princess, he got a little angry, and it was an accident" Elliot said to Sylvie.

"Mummy?" Sylvie looked to her mother as Kitty tried to open her eye that was bruised closed. A patchwork of yellows, purples and blues decorated the skin that was not covered by lavender lace, there was red welts where his nails had dug into the tenderness of her neck.

"Come on Princess, I'll read you a story" said Kitty as she gradually hauled herself up from the floor, never once did Elliot attempt to help her in her struggle. Sylvie skipped out of the bedroom.

"Make it a short one, come straight back here. I still need to talk to you" Elliot hissed threateningly in Kitty's ear as he gripped her arm hard digging his nails into her flesh. He released her with a coy smile.

Kitty walked towards the nursery, she found Sylvie sat on her wooden stool.

"So what book do we want sweetheart?" asked Kitty of Sylvie as she sat on the bed of pillows in the middle of the floor.

"Cinderella, mummy" Sylvie answered as she journeyed to her bookshelf and pulled out a book with the gold lettering 'Cinderella' on the front.

She hurried back towards Kitty, Kitty gathered Sylvie in her lap and started to plait her long chocolate brown hair with shaky hands. Sylvie sat contentedly as she read aloud Cinderella which sat in her lap.

"Is father your handsome prince, mummy?" Asked Sylvie sceptically as she blinked her brown eyes at Kitty.

"Not exactly, honey" she replied, he was anything but; he was violent, got angry easily, beat her and embarrassed her frequently at public events.

"I want to marry a handsome prince" said Sylvie jovially. The two sat like that for the rest of the afternoon, Kitty totally forgetting about going back to Elliot. A decision she would regret.

Thanks for reading, I found it difficult to write Elliot hitting Kitty but I hoped I did it justice. Are you enjoying it so far? Once again please review if you'd like.

Here's a little glimpse at the next chapter- The Middle Girl

It was the middle of the night when Sylvie was awoken from her silent slumber. Kitty gently shook her daughter awake.

"Sylvie!" she whispered.

"Mummy? What's going on?" asked Sylvie a little worried.

"Sylvie, we're leaving. Get dressed, There's a man called James, Mummy and him are old friends, he's going to take us somewhere. Daddy is very angry with Mummy." Kitty explained as she stuffed a few of Sylvie's clothes into a small carpet bag she carried. Sylvie pulled on a long sleeved dress and a pair of shoes, she then buttoned on her coat.

Till next time readers,

Rosie xx