Monday, 2:00AM

The evil man is staring at me. His eyes full of disgust and hate. I am afraid. "Mommy!" I scream out but she cannot hear me. No one can. I am scared. Why does he hate me? He forces me to call him Mr. Lance and I do. He forces mommy and me to stay in the basement, and we do. Am I such a bad little girl? Why does he hate me?

He approaches me and I try to back away. He grips my neck and I try to scream but am unable. He glares at me. I don't remember what happens next. My mind closes off. Where am I? Why do I feel so helpless? I scream out.

Nurse Jenny comes running into the room. I am sitting up now, "Mommy!" I call out, looking around, and feeling scared. Jenny is by my side, holding my hand, "Priscilla, it's alright," she says calming me down in an instant, while rubbing the back of my head and giving me a hug.

I look at her, "I'm scared," I say. She nods her head, "Would you like to see your mother?" I nod, "Please," I say as my body shakes. As she helps me out of bed, I realize I had another accident. I look down, "I'm sorry," but she lifts my head up with her finger, "It's okay, Priscilla, alright?" I feel a little shy and embarrassed but she helps me change, while calming me down.

After a few minutes, she carries me over to mommy's room because I am too tired to walk. My body is still shaking. Mommy is already awake and takes me into her arms. Nurse Jenny smiles at me and walks away. Mommy rubs my head, "Talk to me sweetie," she says as I look at her. "Mommy, I'm afraid. I know," I begin to cry, "I know you said not to be but…" I pause and look down, "I am." Mommy grips me tighter, "I know, sweetie, mommy's scared too," she says, and I look up, "You're scared?" She nods her head, "But," she smiles making all my fear fade away, "It'll be alright. Trust me, I promise." I nod my head, "Alright," I look at her, "Pinky promise?"

She smiles at me, while nodding her head, "Pinky promise." Mommy taught me this while Lance, I call him this now because mommy and my aunts said I didn't have to call him 'Mr.' anymore. Our pinky's cross and we both nod, "Thank you mommy," I say as I bury my head into her chest and listen to her heartbeat. She lays back down, "I'm here for you, sweetie, mommy's got you, alright?" I nod my head as I continue to cry. I don't know why my body is shaking but I feel better the more it does and the more I cry into my mommy's body. I feel safe with her.

Monday, 11:00AM

"Priscilla," Ms. Jackson, the nice doctor that Aunty Paige recommended looks to me still holding her doll, "I'm glad we can play dolls," she smiles. I nod my head, "Me too." She looks to me, rubbing a lose bit of hair out of my eyes, "Did you play with dolls growing up?" I shook my head, "No," I frown, "Mr. L," I stop," I mean Lance, wouldn't let me." I look down, "He said I wasn't smart enough." She pulls me into her lap, her arms holding me, "You are smart, Priscilla, okay?" I nod my head, "Okay." She rubs my back, "Your mommy loves you; you know that right?" I nod my head, "I know but…" I stop, feeling scared again," while Ms. Jackson continues to hold me, "I get scared because he never let us leave…what if he comes back?" I look into her eyes, "I don't want to go back." She nods, continuing to rub my back, "No one is going to let that happen, alright?" I nod my head, "I hope so," I say.

I look back at my doll, "She's pretty," I say, "I wish I was pretty." A tear escapes my left eye. Ms. Jackson looks down at me, now rubbing circles on my back, "You are very pretty," she says making the word very sound drawn out, "You are beautiful she says," in her wonderful southern accent, "You are much loved, Priscilla, don't ever doubt that." I nod my head, "I'm pretty?" I ask. She nods her head. "I'm pretty," I say a little stronger, while looking at her. She nods her head again. "I'm pretty," I keep saying, wondering why he never said that. Well, he did once, but it didn't make me feel pretty. I sigh, looking at the doll again, "Ms. Jackson?" I ask. She continues to smile at me, "Yes?" I look up at her, "Why did he hurt me?"

Her smile fades for a moment but then returns, "Grownups don't always know best, Priscilla. I want to explain the difference between good touches and bad touches, okay?" I nod my head, a little confused though.

After she explains the difference, I tilt my head to the left, "So, what he did was wrong?" She nods her head, "Yes, very, very, very, wrong," she says. I nod my head, "Is it my fault?" She shakes her head, "No, Priscilla, it was never your fault," she insists. I nod my head again, "I'm beautiful and it's not my fault." I repeat to myself, trying to understand. I look down and begin to cry. She pulls me closer, "It's okay to cry Priscilla," she says repeating what she told me the first time I met her – three days after mommy and I were brought into the hospital.

I keep crying until I have no more tears left. I finally look up at Ms. Jackson and notice she was crying too. Her eyes are red and puffy. I reach up, rubbing her cheeks, "Why you crying?" I ask. She smiles and looks down, "Because you were crying," she says simply, "and sometimes, when others cry, we cry too. It's a good thing." She says. I don't completely understand but I nod my head.

Ms. Jackson is a nice woman and I love to visit her. We have been having daily visits, which are what she calls them, but she said that on Wednesday, when mommy and I get to go home, we can change our visits to weekly. She says that is less meetings but that I can speak with mommy and my aunts. I trust them. Mommy said I could, so I do. Mommy has never lied to me. She once told me to never trust Lance and she was right. He's a bad, bad, man and I never want to see him again. I hope I never do. Please don't let me ever see him again.

Author's Notes:

Wow, I really feel for Priscilla in this one.
Don't worry though; life is going to get a lot better for her soon.

Soon enough, she will have all the toys she could ever want.
Her aunts will make sure of that.

With that said,
Look forward to the next chapter.

I am figuring on skipping Tuesday,
So Phoebe and Priscilla will be going home.

Will Leo and the whitelighters have all the work done?
Will Priscilla like her new home?

The answers to both is:
Of course!

Nevertheless, stay tuned!
See ya soon! =)