Warning!! PG-13 (in a bad way)

My intentions were to write that whole part with the Von Trapp family picnic here as well (I didn't even have this part planned, it just came), but when I wrote the last few sentences, I knew this chapter had to end there. Therefore it's only a short part ...

Some of you may think of this chapter as too much or something, well if you don't like this then I suggest you stop reading.

Maria hadn't said another word to her uncle, and neither had he. Both just went separate ways back in the house and soon Maria was lying in her bed, while gazing in the darkness of her ceiling. Then she slightly turned her head so she could look through the garret window. The stars that were in her sight, glittered brightly. Soon her vision grew more blurry, until finally her eyes closed. For a little while it seemed as if she slept soundly. Then she softly began to toss and turn, while she murmured something in her sleep. Slowly the tossing became heavier.

"Help ..." She moved her head to her arm and a frown appeared on her face. "Go away ... leave me alone ..."

Maria came home after a day of playing at the open field where a swing was hanging on a strong branch of a tree. She had been swinging all day, along with climbing that same tree. How much fun it had been! Now, after she had been running excitedly back to tell her aunt about the lovely day, she stood in the kitchen. She had been calling for her aunt in that same cheery voice as always, but as she had come in, she saw her uncle standing there. His eyes glared down at the little girl in front of him and Maria could see he was breathing very heavily. When she had seen that, she just stopped calling, or being cheery for that matter, because there was something about him, that even would make the toughest guy in the village scared like a little boy.

Hanz stepped forward and grabbed the little girl's wrist. Maria cried out because of the pain. Behind Hanz she saw her aunt, just standing there, watching the whole thing.

"Help auntie! Please help!" Maria cried out.

She saw how her aunt tried to walk forwards, towards herself and her uncle. She saw the pain in her face.

"Maria!" She called, her voice full with fear and despair.

She tried to run forwards, but something held her there, as if there was something invisible that prevented her from coming and save Maria.

"Auntie!" Maria's voice was shaking and tears streamed down her face.

Hanz hit her right in her face with all the force he had. Behind him Maria's aunt was screaming and crying. She couldn't reach them. When Maria looked through her tears to see her aunt, she saw that the figure was growing dim until no one was in the room but her and her uncle. He hit her again and again. The pain was so immensely that she didn't have anymore strength left to resist or to try to get out of his grip. At last Hanz let go of her wrist. Maria, while completely shattered, fell down where her head bounced hard at the floor. Despite of all the pain and the terrible head ache, she managed to open her eyes. Her face was drenched with tears. She could vaguely see Hanz standing there, he was doing something. It took her a while to notice what ... he was opening his belt, followed by the button of his pants. Maria seemed to gain full conscience now, but it wasn't until she felt something heavy upon her, that she knew what was happening. She screamed her lungs out, trying to push him off of her, but he was too strong. Hanz grabbed both of her arms with his right hand and held them above her head. Then with the other he moved underneath her dress.

"Go away!" Maria screamed. "Somebody please help me!"

His left hand moved back up and cupped her mouth so she couldn't make any more noise. Hanz' face came closer and closer until his nose almost touched her cheek. Then in such a low growling voice, he practically whispered "I told you you'll never get away with it ..."

Maria jumped up screaming in her bed, sweat dripping of her body and her face wet with tears. She was breathing so fast and she glanced around the room to make sure it was just a nightmare. Softly she began to sob. She couldn't get any control of her breathing and she cuddled up on her bed against the wall. She felt so dirty and yet nothing had happened. But what worried her the most was her scream. If Hanz had heard her, she would be in a lot of trouble! So she kept waiting, while trying to be silent, even though that was so difficult because she just couldn't stop crying. Fortunately, he didn't come. Everything stayed quiet in the hall.

Maria knew there was no way she could go back to sleep after that. Horrified that the dream would continue if she fell asleep, she made herself stay awake for as long as she could. Why did she dream that? Maria always had dreams about the beatings and everything, but this was the first time that he ... Why all of the sudden? Could it be because he was standing so close to her only a day before? What if it wasn't her imagination? What if he didn't only do that to scare her? What if her subconscious tried to make something clear to her? 'No no, it was just a nightmare! A nightmare ...' She simply didn't want to think of that and tried to deny everything. The thought alone made her stomach twitch and tears fall down her cheek. But everything felt so real! She could still feel his hand moving under her dress to take her slip off. The weight from him on her ... how he stopped her from making any noise ... the warm breath on her cheek as he said those horrifying words.

If Hanz didn't even hear her scream, than she figured it would be harmless if she silent started singing. Her voice trembling as ever, sang the first words in a quiet, almost whispering tone.

Raindrops on roses
And whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles
And warm woollen mittens
Brown paper packages
Tied up with string
These are a few of my favourite things

Slowly her breathing became more regular and the tears stopped from falling. With her arms around her folded knees, she continued the song she had invented a long time ago to make her feel better whenever Hanz had done something terrible to her. She sang in a slow pace, not as quick and cheery as she was used to.

Cream coloured ponies
And crisp apple strudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells
And snitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly
With the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favourite things

Only every now and then a little sob interrupted her singing. But as it had done before, the song really made her feel better.

Girls in white dresses
With blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay
In my nose and eyelashes
Silver-white winters
That melt into springs
These are a few of my favourite things.

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite things
And then I don't feel so bad

The song wasn't as effective as ever, but it had helped her to calm down a bit. It wasn't until now that she noticed how tired she was. She lay back down on her stomach, with her head sideways next to her hand on her pillow. For a little while she stared at her door that kept closed. Then her weariness took her over and finally she fell back asleep.

A little explanation, Maria's room is across the stairs at the right side of the house, while Hanz's room is way at the end of that hall at the left side of the house.

Please let me know what you think.