A/N: Well, damn, it's been a while hasn't it? Had probs uploading for some reason...grrr...
This chapter has a few references to child abuse and rape, so if you feel it would offend you, don't read. Not a happy chapter, but relevent to the story. Reviews would be greatly appreciated - heck you might get some cotton candy for it lol.
Chapter 6 – Disconnected
Dark ebony eyes fixed on the solid wood door that stood between her and the devil outside. Understanding the situation wasn't necessary – the knowledge at present, was that it was wrong. It hurt. Both physically and psychologically.
She was five years old – how was she supposed to understand his reasoning? Or her mothers' death? She was an innocent, until he took all her innocence away and forced her to grow up faster than any child should.
The truth was, after a year of his sadistic torture, she did understand. Her young mind had developed in the ways of understanding, learning to hate and somewhere deep within her newly tainted soul, something awakened. Something dark.
Her instincts had bettered themselves; allowing her to know when he was close, predict his actions before he attacked. But no matter how often she had tried to defend herself, kicking, biting and screaming – he would beat her into the wall or floor to shut her up.
So now that's what she did. Kept quiet, didn't fight back and suppressed any and every urge to cry, remembering her mothers cold, dull eyes as she lay dead and still, crimson streams of her dying blood pooling at the feet of the stairs where she had crawled to in a desperate attempt to save her only child.
She remembered, a year to this day how he had found out she wasn't his daughter, had beat and raped her mother, the same fate became her own. Only she didn't die, he kept her as a trophy like the sick twisted bastard that she came to know him to be. She was the one to clean her mothers' blood from the stairs while he rid the house of her body. She was the one who sat numb in the house on her own for days until he returned, drunk and still very much angry.
He became ruthless and ignorant over the months.
She became colder, number if possible. A shell of the innocent, carefree little girl she used to be. Her eyes no longer held the glow that most children's did. Her soul was tarnished. At five years old.
Today was like every other day. She would do what ever he ordered her to do around the house while he was out at work or with his unknowing workmates, knowing that if she didn't he would beat her for it and yet he would still come to her bedroom every night, dissatisfied with her attempts and beat her anyway. Take away another piece of her soul with him every time. Until there was nothing, left of her to recognise.
Sat on the edge of her bed, the devil approached. His drunken slurring could be heard from down the hallway as his heavy footfalls pounded their daily drumming to her door. Not tonight… A voice, cold and stony whispered in her head as she fingered the kitchen knife in her hands.
Five years old…
A/N: I'll update as soon as possible, but i have a ton of art coursework to drive through!
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