A/N: I Changed Ivy from 'almost getting molested' to molested (IT"S AN ANGST STORY!) I Also changed the rating…
Cloaked In Shadows
Chapter Two: Out of Control.
The pain was excruciating! It felt like a jackhammer was working away on the inside of my skull. It took me a minute to will away the prickling behind my eyes, I haven't cried since I was ten, and I don't plan on doing it ever again.
This thought reminded me of the memory that usually caused me to go into fits of rage or fasting periods. Fasting? Such pretty words for something so horrible!
The pain drove her to fall asleep once more.
FLASHBACK/DREAM
The house had been so big! She looked up at it in wonder; the front yard had a vast expanse of rolling green grass, a huge entryway had roses and snakes carved into the doorway.
The young girl with her sister, made their way up to the doorway closely followed by their mother. She started tracing the carvings with her thin hand.
" Mom, I want to go home." Her sister said urgently. Her mother shushed her.
Just as she finished those words-that her mother should have followed- the large willow-wood door opened to reveal a tall, elegant looking man. Long Platinum blonde hair was tied back with a black ribbon, hollow gray eyes stared coldly at them before putting on a mask of warmth and welcome. The malevolent sneer turned into a fake smile.
The raven-haired girl shuddered and backed up to put distance between the man and her. She slipped her hand into her sisters.
Opal would be her shield and armor.
The images blurred past and were replaced with those later in the evening.
They had just finished dinner and she really needed to pee! She poked her sister in the ribs.
"Ineedtogotothebathroom, can you go with me?"
Her sister heard the whisper (and understood it.) And passed it on to her mother. Ms.Greene nodded but didn't really hear her eldest daughter; she was so entranced in what that evil man was saying.
Before they left the room, Ivy caught a look –no, a leer from the man. A shiver ran through her, the man smiled when he saw this.
Once again, memories blurred together and finally showed the ending memory.
"NO!"
The girl said after punching the man in the waist.
She continued screaming while he hit her again, and again. Salty tears blurred her vision and brought little comfort as they streamed down her splotched red cheeks.
The man waved a long piece of black wood at her.
The screaming ceased. No matter how she tried, no sound escaped her lips!
The man tore through her cotton underwear
She was being sharply shaken
END of Flashback/Dream
She was being sharply shaken.
"Wake up Ivy, It's just a dream, just a dream.." A low voice soothed her.
Her sisters' face was the fist thing she saw.
Emotions coursed through her, the most prominent one: Anger. How could she have let that happen? How?
The hatred was so intense it was almost choking. He needed to hurt; she wanted to see him bleed.
Opal wasn't ready for the shower of punches that rained at her from every side. The tall girl took a few to the stomach before she grabbed hold of Ivy's wrists and pinned her to the wall.
"Come on Ivy, You're in control, he can't hurt you. Control yourself! He can't make you feel anything. Not anymore." She whispered to her friend.
Ivy stopped struggling and for the first time realized that there were other people in the room.
When she was asleep Ivy was adorable, emotions flickered about her face like a dieing candle. When she was awake, however, her sister rarely showed any emotion except anger or embarrassment. (Kole was an exception)
It was such an odd situation they were in, but a welcomed one. Having been used to having hard hits to the head (a/n I'll explain in later chapters) Opal had woken up first.
The pain had been killer, worse than a late night. (a/n later….) The sound of voices had awakened her, unfamiliar voices. She had jumped out of the cot so fast that black spots clouded her vision.
Cot?
Grabbing hold of and sitting down in one of the chairs by the cot, Opal took a minute to scan her surroundings. The pitiful small white cot she had occupied was backed up to a whitewash wall.
The other pieces of furniture in the small closed off area were a white night table, a trunk, and two chairs; one which she was currently occupying.
White, everything's white….
She probably looked like an ink spill up against the colors of purity. One thing was certain about this place, it was definitely hospital-type; it stank of something akin to Lysol.
Standing up to pull the curtain that separated her from the voices (which had moved to right outside her 'cubicle') Opal was surprised when she came eye-to-eye with dark pools not so different from her own.
" Severus?"
The surprise on both his and her face was evident.
End of Chapter One
Hope you liked it!-Earthslover
p.s I feel bad…..I didn't keep my promise for a longer chapter…..
