Warning, abuse
Chapter 1
Stupid girl
20 years earlier
"Daddy!"
Olive was excited, she had just drawn a picture for her daddy and she wanted him to see it.
"Daddy!"
She ran to the living room, he was sitting at the table with his eyes closed. All the candles were floating in the air; she laughed and tried to touch them. Her daddy opened his eyes; the candles fell on the table. Eagerly she lifted the paper she was holding.
"Look what I drew, daddy…"
"Go to your room, Olive," he said. He didn't sound angry or happy, his voice was very calm.
"But daddy…"
He slapped her so hard that she almost fell on her back, her eyes widened and she dropped her drawing.
"Go to your room, Olive," he repeated calmly.
She rubbed her burning cheek and started to sob, the next slap hurt even more.
"Go to your room, Olive."
She didn't want more pain; she turned around and ran to her room. Her sobs were getting louder as she climbed onto her bed and buried her face in the pillow. She startled when she felt someone touching her back. Her daddy was looking down at her, he was smiling.
"Good girl, Olive," he said and lifted her up. He sat on the bed and wiped away her tears, his touch was very gentle.
"Now, how many times do we have to go through this same lesson?" he asked.
She sniffled and looked at him.
"I'm sorry, daddy."
He was still smiling; his fingers tucked a stray hair behind her ear.
"You know you a stupid girl?"
She nodded.
"Yes, daddy, I'm sorry."
He stroked her hair and looked into her eyes.
"You are a disgusting freak, no one can ever love you," he said smiling.
She lowered her head and nodded.
"Yes, daddy."
"But you know daddy still loves you. If you lose daddy, you will have no one, you will starve to death, unless people kill you first, they all hate freaks."
She shivered and let out a sob.
"Yes, daddy."
He lifted her chin and touched her cheek.
"You are already 4-years-old, Olive, you are a big girl. Daddy knows that you are stupid, but even a dog would understand the cardinal rule by now, when daddy tells you to do something, you will do it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, daddy. I'm sorry."
He smiled and touched her hair.
"Daddy forgives you, sweetheart. Now, would someone like a candy bar?"
"I would!" she cheered. She laughed as he tickled her tummy before taking her favorite candy bar out of his pocket.
"Here you are, sweetheart."
"Thank you, daddy, I love you."
"I love you too, muffin. I'm the only one who ever will."
The woman seemed to be very emotional, Castiel hadn't really prepared for that. How could he, he had never been in this kind of situation.
"Please calm down…" he started as she got to her feet as fast as she could.
"I really need to…" he tried to continue, but he had to dodge as she threw the lamp at him.
"Stay away from me!" she shouted, looking for more things to throw at him . Then she apparently noticed that she was naked and tried to cover herself with her arms. "Who the hell are you?!"
Castiel looked at her calmly.
"I can ask you the same question. I would like to know why I woke up here with you."
She grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her.
"What… No, no, no…" She paused and rubbed her temples. "Please tell me that we used protection."
Castiel was confused.
"What kind of protection are you referring to? Were we attacked?"
She looked up and stared at him.
"I mean a condom!" she snapped. "Obviously we were both drunk, but did you use a condom?"
"Use it for what?"
"That's funny," the woman snorted. "Just hilarious. I can't believe I went home with you…How drunk was I?"
She paused and looked around.
"Oh great… A cheap motel room. Just when I thought this couldn't possibly get any worse…"
She moved next to the wall and sat down on her floor, curling her legs up against her chest. Castiel observed her for a brief moment before speaking.
"How did we end up here?"
She shrugged.
"I don't know, you tell me."
"You can't remember what happened?"
She looked up and frowned.
"Don't you judge me; I'm not the only one you woke up here with a stranger."
"I am not judging you," Castiel assured. "But I must know what happened."
"Well, I don't want to know," she huffed and stood up. "I'm going to forget this whole thing. No offence, I'm sure it was wonderful."
Castiel had no idea what she was talking about. Quickly she picked up her dress and dropped the blanket.
"Stupid tequila shots…" she murmured while getting dressed. "Well, this was…fun. Bye."
"Wait…" Castiel started as she headed to the door. She couldn't get out when she was yanked back by some invisible force.
"What…" she murmured and slowly looked at her wrist. "No…" She turned around and glared at Castiel furiously. "What the hell did you do to me?"
"I have not done anything to you," Castiel replied calmly and lifted his own wrist. "Can you tell me what this is?"
The woman pressed her lips together; she was still glaring at him.
"Are you saying that you didn't do this?"
"No, I didn't. I cannot remember how I ended up here and I cannot recall ever seeing you before."
The woman was quiet for a moment before replying.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Castiel."
"Okay, I'm Olive. Hate to tell you this, Castiel, but you're screwed."