Mary had a lamb His eyes black as coals If we play very quiet, my lamb Mary never has to know
Janovah leaned against the dresser in her bunkroom, waiting for Torn to arrive.
She began to reminisce on how it all began...
6 years ago Palace
Janovah shut the door with a slam...in anger. Once again her "perfect" husband was too drunk to even finish a sentence. His unintelligable hollerings had woken her 6 month old infant son. But she was too angry and afraid to go hold him.
She put a hand on a red raw spot on her cheek, where Torn had slapped her. She had said that there was nothing good left of him anymore, he was just a drunk pot of nothing. And bang, he hit her.
"Is this not a good time..?"
She turned around and saw him. Seem. It was like a dream.
"How did you get in here?" she said quietly. "I mean...it's good to see you and all, but why have you come?"
"I came, just to make sure everything is okay...from the looks of things, I wouldn't think so." He replied.
She went over and sat by him. Even in the dark, she could see the odd way he looked at her.
.."It's falling apart. He's always drinking, he never pays any attention to me...but at the very least, he seems to love our son."
She took note that the baby had stopped crying...at least he was good for something.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Seem pushed her over on the bed and grasped her mouth. She let out a muffled scream, and weakly tried to resist.
"Don't scream." He said. "It's okay. I promise." She screamed again. She couldn't do this. "Stop screaming.." he said, rubbing his hand on her arm. "I'm not going to hurt you."
She stopped screaming. Sickening silence filled the room. He moved his hand from her mouth, and kissed her softly...
Stoplight lock the door Undress in the dark And hide from you All of you
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The door opened, and Torn walked in.
"You wanted to see me?" he said.
"I have to tell you the truth about something." She said.
"I..." she began. "Remember 6 years ago, when we had that fight?" she said.
"Yeah, that was not our best hour." He said.
"After I went up to the bedroom, well...Seem was there." She said. "And...I slept with him."
Before a another word could leave her mouth, Torn grabbed her by the scarf and wrenched her forward.
"So let me get this straight," he said. "For the past six years, you've been spreading your legs to some little twirp?"
"I...He was there when I needed a shoulder to cry on."
He shoved her against the dresser, and then slapped her across the face. "You fucking whore..I knew it." He hit her again. "I KNEW you were up to something those nights you vanished."
He stepped back. "When I get my son back, you are going to stay away from him. You have your bastard child."
Wake up in a dream Frozen fear All your hands on me I can't scream.