Chapter Warning: this contains rape but it is not graphic. It also contains self injury, so beware.
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Past Scars- Capitulus Duo
I watch as she stalks out of the room, but I fell no regret. She needed out, and I felt it. But she had to show, had to pretend that there was something keeping her in there. Why? I don't know, it didn't make since, but neither did she. Nothing about Branca made since, and it never would. Maybe, just maybe after he figured her out, then, then he would know, understand. But in a way, that would ruin the fun, take away what he lived for right now.
"Branca," Creegan beckon in a tone as if he was in charge. Susan got up from the little girl after giving her a kiss on the forehead and walked out of the room, closing the door quietly.
"Have they found..." she was cut off.
"This has all happened before," Creegan said in an off tone.
"I'm sure it has," Susan said with a confused and unsettle smile.
"No, not to... to you! It's what happened to you!" he practically yelled in frustration.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Susan asked, surprised by his confrontation.
"You know damn well! I knew it," he said, running his hand through his hair. Susan looked at him, shaking her head she pushed past him, heading for the bathroom. Coming into a stall, she pulled off her jacket and then rolled up her sleeve uncovering a red stained arm. Pulling a tangled piece of tissue paper, she unraveled it, revealing a razor. Holding her arm in front of her, she used her right hand to slide the razor across as a red line followed.
It had been an hour and Susan was still locked up in her room. She sat there; afraid to do anything that made noise on the attempted account that Tim might have forgotten she was there. She knew how unlikely her chances were but didn't care.
"Hey," she heard a drunken voice slur from her doorway. Looking up she saw Rick. Susan knew what he wanted, and if it was up to her, he wouldn't get it, but Rick, like Tim, was well built and she knew partly by experience that she stood no chance. "Like your outfit," he said, walking over to her bed. Since Susan was at the front end, leaning against pillows, all he had to do was pull her legs and she would slide to him, but he didn't. Instead he was the one who moved.
"You know, Tim doesn't love you like I do. I was wondering if you wanted to you could come live with me," he said, pushing her so she was lying and not propped up.
Without much thought she spat, "Go to hell!" A quick slap mad her yelp in pain.
"Girl, you are too stupid some times,' he said, propping himself above her. Slowly he pulled down her skirt and revealing the black thong. With a smirk of pleasure, he carefully took it off and whispered into her ear something about he liked it rough. Susan started off fighting but quickly stopped. By the time he was done she had two bruises forming on her stomach.
Soon after he was done with her Tim and Jason came in for their turns, luckily at different times. At ten she was given sleeping pulls to help her sleep, but it was more because Jason found some twisted pleasure in her while she slept.
Six o'clock Susan woke up and undressed for the shower. Looking into the mirror in the bathroom she saw her purple waist and breast. Her face was still a bit red, and she noticed some dry blood on her back. Slipping into the shower she let the cold water mix with her tears.
About twenty minutes later, she was out and dressed in khakis and a long sweater. Applying make up lightly, just enough to make the red fade, she smiled a little. Grabbing her backpack she walked out the door to her private school.
Tim didn't like her going there and thought it was a waist of money, but Susan mom was raised going to one, and was big on wanting Susan to go to one. St. Peters was a small church and had a tiny school with about one hundred kids. Walking into the front of the church, she placed her fingertips in the holy water and made the sign of the cross as she searched the small chapel for any early morning churchgoers. Finding no one except Father Fred, she waved to him as she passed to the back of the church to the entrance to her school.
"Hello Ms. Branca," Sister Joanna said with a small smile as she walked into the tiny classroom. The room, dull with only about 20 by 10 ft area with twelve students' desk and a larger teacher's desk. Jacob and Kylie were in the corner of the room talking. Looking up at Susan's Kylie smiled but then went back flirting with Jacob. About two minutes later, everyone but Kurt was in their seat, waiting for Sister Janice to come into the room.
Susan finished bandaging her arm and then put back her jacket back on and walked out of the stall after flushing the toilet. After fixing her hair she left the restroom to go back and talk to Hank.
"Branca, where's Creegan?"
"Don't know, I guess..."
"Okay, I get it you two are having some problems, but we need you on this," he said, sitting at his desk.
"Sir," Branca started.
"Hank, Susan," he corrected, slightly hurt that she only thought of him as her boss.
"Hank," she started harshly, "we caught him. They have searched his office and other apartment and found more than enough to kill him within the year. Unless you have another case…" Susan said, brushing back a bang that fell in front of her face.
"On the contrary, the step daughter is now your reasonability," he said, looking up at her.
"Social services…"
"Susan, she will have to testify and you know that," he said, questioning what he was hearing.
"What?! Did you not hear what I said before? We have enough to put that ass away for life," Susan said, pissed off.
"Susan, " he started hesitantly, "you know as well as I do that most of those files will be able to seen either way if he has a lawyer. With what she has seen… what we know she has been thought…"
"Which you have no idea how hard it will be to get through! Making her go through it again, that's not fair!" Susan yelled.
"I know… and I wouldn't unless I have to, but could you at least talk to her. Get her out of this place?" he asked, his voice quiet and calmly. Susan looked at him, shaking her head with a nerves laugh.
"Alright," she said, putting her hands up in defeat.
"Thank you," he said as she left his office.
I watch through the glass window, and as I cannot hear a single word of their intense conversation, I have a feeling I know what it is about. About the time she closes her eyes to hold back the tear, I am pulled out of this by my telephone ringing. Answering the phone, I pay little attention however.
I'm watching her. She does the close eyes again. I still don't think she knows she does that. I'm betting it is something she has been doing it forever and still has never been told about it.
As she walks out the door my eyes stalk her. Opening my mouth to say something, I stop. As she passes by and walks towards the little girls room, I get up and follow, hiding, hoping she doesn't notice. From the one-way mirror, I see her whisper something in the little girl's ear with caused a nod from the young girl. As they walk out of the room, I hide myself in the darkness of the room, watching them pass.