Sorry for the extended delay...Here's more of Her Mother's Footsteps..
Warning: Violence, Abuse, Rape, Prostitution, Alcoholism, Drugs, Incest, and Language

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Her Mother's Footsteps

..."Gammy Ian!" a child shrieked happily as the older woman engulfed her in a tremendous hug. "I made you something!" Aiella grinned as she proudly displayed the jumble of shiney pieces of things that had seen better days. "It's a windchime"

Reiliana smiled as she took the contraption from her grandchild "I know" she told the young brunet "Why don't we put it in the stables, next to the rose garden. It can be out art gallery"

"Yeah!" Aiella danced around happily and tugged upon her grandmother's hand energetically "Right now, Gammy Ian! Right now." Her grandmother smiled at her and started in the direction of the old building when another entirely different voice stopped her with a cold detachment that froze her heart every time she heard it.

"Mother, why is that..child..here?"

"She is your daughter, you know" Reiliana told her phlegmatic son as she pulled the child in question close to her side as if to protect her. In fact the old woman had the sneaking suspicion that she was protecting the girl from her father. She never had liked Larin's attitude towards the child and wasn't sure if she would ever trust him to keep her little Aiella from harm.

Larin just frowned at his mother and said in a stiff voice "I don't like her around, she's a bad influence on Aiden and Amaliea. You can't ever be sure what kinds of habits she picks up from her mother. I don't want those kinds of things around my children!" With that the rigid man stormed off in an angry huff, not likely to return until Aiella was long gone from the house.

All Reiliana could do was tut at her son, the man obviously wasn't used to thinking of the little girl still clinging to her side as one of his children. It was all so sad for her. She, at least, didn't want Aiella around those kinds of things either but Larin would never listen to his mother's insistence that the girl should live with them. "Come on, Aiella," the woman disengaged the younger girl from herself and took her tiney hand into her own withered one "let's go hang that windchime."...

"Aiella! Pay attention!" the voice snapped her out of her revery and her eyes snapped from staring inanely at the wood grained wall just to the left of her mother to the woman herself. Up the spotted red dress that hung off the woman's body so much like a discarded rag that accentuated her curvy hips and displayed her supple bosom. Aiella inwardly cringed at the sight though nothing but bland disinterest marred the girl's lovely features.

"Really child," the woman wearing far too much makeup and a hairstyle that didn't help conceal the effects of it huffed "If you don't pay attention you wont know what to do, and then you wont get anyone worth getting to pay you!"

Aiella rolled her eyes then fixed a cheerful smile upon her face. She didn't want to follow in her mother's footsteps but she had long ago given up the argument with the woman that never would listen. The girl figured that she should have run away by now, but never seemed to have the strength to do it. She always felt guilty about leaving her mother, not that her mother really had ever cared for her beyond the money that she could make for her. Even now her mother wasn't thinking beyond money for her alcohol and newest drug. She was giving her daughter lessons on attracting the eye, though even at the age of nine she didn't need help in that department, her looks already did that for her much to her own dismay and her mother's great delight. When she was younger Aiella had been happy with her sweet looks that often times pulled at people's heartstrings until they relented and gave her a treat, usually in the way of food. But now she was coming to wish that those looks had faded as she grew. Then some of her mother's clients wouldn't have taken notice of her hiding in the corner of the room, and wouldn't have casually asked how much for a go with the daughter. That had sent off her mother's greed and the idea that she should start selling her daughter as well.
So that's where Aiella was stuck, taking seductive lessons from her inadmissible mother, against her will and all of her judgement.

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