Title: You've such pretty hair.
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, Baz does.
Dedication: My hair brush, it came up with the idea.
They were sitting together, holding each other, loving every bit of each other.
"I don't ever want to leave you, Christian." Satine breathed against him.
"Me either." He said, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. She stiffened her face suddenly horrified.
"Stop doing that." She whispered. Something was wrong, very wrong.
"Why?" He asked, snaking an arm around her waist. "You have such pretty hair."
*
"You have such pretty hair Tiney."
Mommy love Tiney's hair.
"Where did you get your pretty hair?"
Mommy liked to twirl it around her fingers.
"Why can't Mommy have hair like you?"
When Tiney was in trouble, so was her hair.
"Tiney, for everytime you've done something wrong, Mommy get some of your hair."
Mommy liked to pull on Tiney's hair.
"One."
Tiney was silent.
"Two."
Tiney had tears.
"Three."
Harder and Harder Mommy pulled.
"Four."
On and on Mommy went.
"Why won't you let Mommy have your hair Tiney?"
Mommy's hands stroked Tiney's hair.
"I just love your hair Tiney."
Mommy whispered against Tiney's red hair.
"It's mine now."
Mommy yanked Tiney's hair, over and over.
Tiney screamed and screamed.
But Mommy had suceeded.
Clumps of red hair were in Mommy's hand.
Tiney cried.
Mommy left.
Tiney cried harder.
*
Satine shuddered.
"Please Christian, " She whispered, tears were in her eyes and she was frightened. Her face had suddenly aged years. "Don't ever say that again."
And then Christian knew. That line, haunted her. Her past was awful because of that simple phrase. Some many questions he wanted to ask her. But when he looked at her, so broken and confused, he couldn't bring himself to it. She'd tell him when she was able. So he hugged her closer.
"Ok."
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, Baz does.
Dedication: My hair brush, it came up with the idea.
They were sitting together, holding each other, loving every bit of each other.
"I don't ever want to leave you, Christian." Satine breathed against him.
"Me either." He said, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. She stiffened her face suddenly horrified.
"Stop doing that." She whispered. Something was wrong, very wrong.
"Why?" He asked, snaking an arm around her waist. "You have such pretty hair."
*
"You have such pretty hair Tiney."
Mommy love Tiney's hair.
"Where did you get your pretty hair?"
Mommy liked to twirl it around her fingers.
"Why can't Mommy have hair like you?"
When Tiney was in trouble, so was her hair.
"Tiney, for everytime you've done something wrong, Mommy get some of your hair."
Mommy liked to pull on Tiney's hair.
"One."
Tiney was silent.
"Two."
Tiney had tears.
"Three."
Harder and Harder Mommy pulled.
"Four."
On and on Mommy went.
"Why won't you let Mommy have your hair Tiney?"
Mommy's hands stroked Tiney's hair.
"I just love your hair Tiney."
Mommy whispered against Tiney's red hair.
"It's mine now."
Mommy yanked Tiney's hair, over and over.
Tiney screamed and screamed.
But Mommy had suceeded.
Clumps of red hair were in Mommy's hand.
Tiney cried.
Mommy left.
Tiney cried harder.
*
Satine shuddered.
"Please Christian, " She whispered, tears were in her eyes and she was frightened. Her face had suddenly aged years. "Don't ever say that again."
And then Christian knew. That line, haunted her. Her past was awful because of that simple phrase. Some many questions he wanted to ask her. But when he looked at her, so broken and confused, he couldn't bring himself to it. She'd tell him when she was able. So he hugged her closer.
"Ok."