Catherine's Daughter

by deserted-rose

Rated R for incest -- One night Catherine learns of her husban's death. How will she cope (and with a child on the way . . . )

1. The loss

Catharine's Daughter

(Prologue)

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own the characters contained in this story except for creatures of my own creation. I was not, am not , and never will be V.C. Andrews. Although I would like to use that already created characters for my own ambitions that is beside the point so here is my official cleansing. Enjoy.

"" - Speaking . . . '' - Thinking . . . - Flash backs if any

It was barely one year since the attic when Chris didn't return home. It was later that Catherine heard of her husbands death. She didn't cry; she didn't weep, yet she shrunk inside herself; only eating when necessary for the child growing inside her womb.

Each day she would awake to hear Derricks cry's of the morning. Forcing herself awake she would plow through the days routines. Her younger siblings long since dead; poisoned by their mother . . . Catherine was not a virgin to death, and yet she could never become accustomed to it. Now she mourned for her husband. She mourned . . . for her brother.