Never Forgot

I was completely right. Nothing was okay anymore. Peter was even more awkward to be around. At that time, I could only think about my mother's happiness, not my safety or feelings. My feelings were proved right when I was alone one day sewing together a pair of pants that I had been working on for a couple days.

June of 1899

I had one more stitch to go before my pants were finished. My shirts were already finished. I was so sick of my dresses. They were only troublesome and in the way. I laid my pants next to my two shirts in my drawer before flopping on my bed.

Nothing more had ever happened after Peter told me to think about 'it'. What was 'it', anyways? He was such a creep but mother always failed to see it.

I was still in my pajamas, which was a shorter and lighter dress in my opinion. Everything was quiet before I heard the door slam shut. I was immediately alarmed because I was home alone. Peter was at the bank and mother was being a maid at someone's house for half of the day.

I sat up in bed and heard the footsteps of the person come up the stairs to my bedroom. The doorknob turned slowly before the door revealed Peter. I furrowed my eyebrows and stood up.

"Why aren't you at the bank?" I asked cautiously. He advanced on me but I still stood in the same place.

"I took the day off to have some fun," he responded. Once again he had that creepy grin on his face but now he had a malicious glint in his eyes.

"What do you mean fun?" I asked as I backed up. He was close now. Too close for comfort. It finally clicked in my head what he meant by 'fun'. "Back off, Peter."

"Back off? Oh, my pet, this is my house. I'll do what I please," he said as he pushed me against the wall again. He grabbed my hands and held them beside my head. I closed my eyes with hope that none of this was real. "Are you afraid?"

"Get off me, jackass," I hissed. He chuckled at me.

"Why would I do that?" he asked. I was at a lost for words. Paralyzed, if you will. "Just relax and I won't hurt you…much," he mumbled as he kissed the base of my neck.

"Stop it," I said as strongly as I could, which was hard being in the position I was in.

"Shh…just give in. Just go with the flow," he urged. I felt the tears coming. My throat was tight with fear. I didn't want this now. I didn't want him.

"No, please…" I pleaded as he unbuttoned the front of my dress-like pajamas. He pretended not to hear me. "Please, Peter, don't do this. Please."

"Shh," he murmured as he kissed up my neck to my jaw. I tried to push against him but I was too afraid. I was weak with fear and couldn't defend myself. By now, my pajamas were opened and my bra was exposed to him. He began grabbing me and rubbing against me.

Luckily, I heard the front door, slam shut again. Peter froze and then glazed over his shoulder at the door. "Marie, dear, are you here?" my mother shouted from the foyer.

"Mom, I'm here! Help-" I was cut off by Peter's hand. My sobs and yells were muffled by it. I heard my mother hustle up the stairs and then burst into my room.

"Hello, dearest," Peter welcomed evilly. My mother's gaze was horrified. Wouldn't you be if you saw your daughter in this situation?

"Marie! Peter, why?" she cried as she began to run towards us. Peter was too quick though. He pulled a gun and shot. My eyes grew wide as I watched her fall backwards in slow motion. I screamed as my tears flowed freely now.

"Mum! No! Mother! You killed her!" I shouted in his face.

"She was in my way. Now just be a good girl and do what I tell you," he said in a harsh demanding tone. I silently whimpered as he began to touch me again. "How about we move to a better place, huh?"

"How about we not do this at all? Please, don't do this. Please," I whispered. He ignored me again as he threw me onto my bed. "Peter, please! No! Don't make me! Please!"

"Shut up!" he slapped me across the face. "I've waited long enough and now I have all the time in the world."

"Please…Please," I sobbed as he hiked up my dress. "Don't…please." He unbuttoned his own pants…then everything else was a blur to me. I remember being in pain for a few hours and my screams were probably heard over in Europe, but he just didn't stop. I'll never forget that day. Never…