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4. Weeping Willow

"Eloise…honey, wake up…mama's here now."

It was Saturday. Her mother used to wake her up on Saturday mornings by singing "Good Morning" at the top of her lungs, Eloise would pretend to be annoyed at first but always ended up joining in as they made their breakfast. She missed her so much it physically hurt. If her mother was alive, everything would be okay again and nobody would ever be able to hurt her again. Eloise curled into herself and squeezed her eyes shut in fear as her bedroom door creaked open.

Her body went rigid as his hand landed on her hip; she was lying on her side. He ran his hand along the curve of her body, his breath was hot against her throat. He flipped her over onto her back and pinned her down with his body. "Good morning, little Ellie!" he said in a boisterous and happy voice. He kissed her neck and raked his teeth hungrily across her skin, she forced out a reply; "Good morning Alex"

Alex sat up, his weight crushing her and pushing out any air. "I'm feeling real horrorshow, love, do you want to know why?" No, I don't want to know anything from you. I don't you anywhere near me."Why are you so happy?" she asked, surprised at her ability to speak—fragile as her voice was. He grabbed her jaw in a tight grip, squeezing her face so tightly that her lips were forced to pucker. He kissed her hard, a bruising and dominating kiss. Nothing like how he used to kiss her.

"My gloopy parents…" he slipped his hand between them to cup her corrupted innocence, grinning as she whimpered and her legs shook; her body attempting to prepare itself for today's suffering. "…are going on a trip to India, for three weeks" he forced his hand into her pajama bottoms, past her underwear where he roughly raked his fingernails across her flesh; drawing beads of blood from the soft, sensitive skin. "I don't know about you, love, but I'm going to have a flip horrorshow time"

"D-Don't…please Alex…please stop hurting me" she begged him, tears streaming past her temples and disappearing in her hair. She wasn't a natural red head, she was a brunette but she'd gotten tired of it. Her mother had taken her to Madame Rose's Salon to get her hair colored changed, Eloise had debated between a simple blonde but chose a violet red; a beautiful color and BAM! enough to turn heads at school and to make the cute senior boys look twice at her.

According to psychologists, when a woman dyes her hair red it means that she is feeling confident. Eloise had been feeling great the weeks prior to her hair change, she'd come out of her shell and performed for an audience the first time in her life. She was a peacock, not a pigeon.

Being around Alex made her feel more like a pigeon with broken wings than a bright, fabulous peacock; he wouldn't allow her to wear anything fashionable, gone were the vintage print baby-doll dresses and lace cardigans, replaced by ill-fitting trousers and loose button up white shirts; high collar and long sleeved, her new wardrobe under his regimen was boring, quiet, and unfeminine.

He was making her feel unattractive, and it was working. He wouldn't even let her wear a little bit of lip stick, her once voluptuous hair was flat and life-less, her usually manicured finger nails were covered chipped paint. Alex made sure there was nothing to draw confidence from, if she looked bad she would feel bad, and that's what he wanted. If he allowed her to dress fashionably, to wear her makeup and do her nails it would slowly start to build up her confidence. No.

Alex forced his fingers into her dry cavern, pumping his digits and smirking as she squirmed under his weight. Her eyes filling with huge tears and her breathing shallow, he trailed his acid kisses down her throat to her collarbone, his lips brushing against the hem of her flannel top. She turned her face away and choked back a sob, one of the most horrible parts of this was him kissing her; a kiss was something so precious, a signal of love and he tainted it for her (he tainted a lot of things)

It dawned on her that he was going to rape her in her own bedroom now, with his parents gone it didn't matter to him where. But this was supposed to be her safe haven, the place she went to cry and attempt to comfort herself after this horrifying encounters with him, Eloise started to fight him with renewed vigor. He looked a bit surprised, then angry, then…excited. He easily subdued her, and he tied her wrists to the bed frame with the scarves her mother bought for her, on her thirteenth birthday (she'd seen Coco Chanel wearing similar ones in a magazine and just HAD to have them)

"NO! NO! NO!" She screamed out, twisting her body violently underneath his. He reeled back and backhanded her across the face, but it only made her fight back harder. But when she spat on his face, the excitement in his eyes vanished to be replaced by a violent anger that made her immediately stop struggling in her terror. "I-I…I'm sorry" she tried, her voice high pitched and warbly. Her heart was pounding as he climbed off of her and left her line of vision, when he came back with his black cane she started struggling against her binds again, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

He pulled out the knife, she was hyperventilating now. With coldness in his eyes, Alex cut her shirt open and pulled it from her. He proceeded to cut away until she was all nagoy and trembling before his eyes, she was trying to keep her legs closed (how cute) but a violent whack from his cane forced them open. He settled himself between her thighs and his face split into a twisted grin.

"So, Ellie-Girl…what music do you slooshy to?"

"Oh well…I love oldies…I used to sing them all the time with mom, we sang 'What a Wonderful World' every single day."

Alex untied her, but she didn't have the energy to fight anymore. She simply laid there like a rag doll, mumbling about how sorry she was and "please Alex, please don't hurt me" blubbering like scared little girl. He grabbed her arm and dragged her into his own bedroom,that wicked gleam never leaving his eyes. He was excited, angry, aroused, and his target was her.

He was going to destroy her, inside and out.

He barked at her to lay on his bed, gripping his cane threateningly. He removed Ode to Joy from his stereo system and replaced it something new. He set the new song on loop. She was squeezing her eyes shut, attempting to dissociate herself from her rape. Alex was filled with an indescribable anger at this, and so after turning the stereo on and setting it full blast he pounced on her.

As he bit, scratched, and pounded into her; Eloise became aware of the song that was playing during his vicious attack on her body. It was "What a Wonderful World". "T-Turn that off, Alex please…please turn it off…change it…please! TURN IT OFF, NO NO NO NO! PLEASE ALEX, TURN IT OFF!" her agony could not be put into words, this was her and her mother's song. And he was blasting it during…this.

He squeezed her, bruised her, filled her, shattered her as her mother's and hers' favorite song blared in the background. "TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF, ALEX! PLEASE TURN IT OFF!" the images of memories; with her mother in the kitchen as they frosted cupcakes or cleaned the house, singing this song happily and sometimes off-key, were being replaced by horror. There was no other word to describe it, just pure horror. Her voice was hoarse now from screaming.

Her words now were barely there, fragments of a lost prayer.

"…please…please"

And as Alex looked down at his victim, he laughed.

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