Chapter Five

Bumby got rougher, Alice squeezed her eyes shut but tears continued to roll down.

'I don't want this' she kept chanting over and over in her head, but Bumby never heard and apparently neither did her body.

Bumby pushed deeper into the kiss his hands caressing till now only her face. The closet handle was starting to dig into Alice's head but her body still wouldn't listen to her. Her eyes were streaming from not only the humiliation but from the pain. From the door handle but also her cheek, since the shock finally wore off.

Alice bit her cheek to stop from sobbing. Without her noticing Bumby had made his way to holding her arms tightly. A little too tightly however.

Bumby crept closer putting more force into the kiss once more, making Alice wince as he pushed the door handle deeper into her head. His slimy tongue made its way around her whole mouth and into any crevice he could find, but Bumby wanted more. Bumby released one on Alice's arms and yanked at the collar of her shirt, ripping it to the shoulder revealing her pale skin and plain black bra strap.

Alice squeezed her eyes tighter the tears running more quickly now than before, there was pain everywhere. Her head, arm, shoulder and her soul. Her soul was the worst. She had been stripped of her pride and he had bruised her soul. This wasn't the type of wonderland she wanted to be in.

Bumby continued to rip her shirt, revealing her right breast tucked away in her plain black bra. They were sizable though Bumby, but not as large as her sister's. Bumby never broke the kiss, he was speeding up but suddenly he felt hard sharp teeth sink into his lips, constantly putting more pressure.

Bumby pulled away almost immediately before the girl bit through his bottom lip, and punching Alice to the floor. The punch was harder than the back handed slap of earlier.

Alice just lay there still, silently sobbing.

"Silly, Psychotic bitch" Bumby yelled at the unmoving Alice.

Drops of blood hit the floor from where Alice bit Bumby and it slowly started to sting. Bumby was in a rage that she would have the nerve to bite him. She was lucky he decided to show his affections for her. Alice just lay there still, her bare pale shoulder shaking slightly with her silent sobs. Bumby wiped the blood off of the side of his mouth and stared at Alice. He wasn't as patient as he had hoped. His temper had gotten the better of him. He would of broken Alice and she wouldn't have been so defiant, but that would be boring anyway. He had jumped to conclusions about Jack Splatter. He wasn't used to being patient, Elizabeth was proof of that. A little bit of a fight wouldn't bother him anyway, he was stronger than her. He just had to make sure not to kill her when he got to rough. He was going to get rough. Alice needed to be taught that she shouldn't fight back.

Bumby pulled a tissue out of his pocket and wiped the bit of blood at the edge of his mouth, but also his knuckles which reopened once again with that punch.

"Let's move your appointment to later this evening like usual" Bumby said quietly and moved out the room, closing the door behind him.

Alice pulled her knees up to her stomach and cradled herself on the floor. She lay there sobbing for what may have been hours. However this wasn't the worst of what was to come. She knew that, but no one would believe her anyway. They did all think she was a silly, psychotic bitch like her therapist said.

Alice awoke after what felt like a couple of minutes. She was lying in her bed, tucked in. Everything hurt. The back of her head was throbbing but so was her cheek which got hit twice. Her wrist's hurt from the immense squeezing. Tears ran down Alice's cheeks once more when she remembered she couldn't do anything. Her body was…Frozen. Some part of her, she could feel, wanted it. Wanted Bumby to do those things. She wanted to destroy that part. Alice was ashamed to even admit it. Her body had been untouched for years. She wanted to keep it that way, but Bumby wasn't going to let her.

Alice slowly sat up in her bed cringing at her pains. Next to her on the night stand was a glass of water and a few white pills. Alice recognized them as pain killers, so she took them but she was still wary of what they would do. With a big gulp of water Alice got up, slowly being as gentle with herself as possible and inspected the damage in the mirror she had gotten from Bumby when she first came to the house. He had always been there for her she thought to herself, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad? The thought was quickly wiped from her mind and she yelled at herself for even thinking of it at all. She was here to find the truth or forget her memories, whichever came first. In the mirror Alice looked at herself in horror. It was that bad but worse than she expected.

She saw her pale white skin and dark green eyes, but she also saw lumps of purple near her lips and cheekbones. This purple stood out so much on her pale skin that it shocked her. Her lips were even more chapped then before; little cuts formed from the cold were slightly open and sensitive. Alice lifted her hand to her bruise that stretched from her cheekbones down to her chin. The lightest of touches sent her nerve endings flying; the tender flesh hadn't even been able to recover at all. Alice then looked down at her wrists and saw two purple bracelet shaped bruises from Bumby's hands. Besides her face and wrists there was no other physical damage that she could see, Alice later felt for the bruise on the back of her head and felt an indent, it was also very tender but there wasn't anything she could do.

Alice sat back down on her bed. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. She couldn't leave. There was nowhere for her to go. She couldn't report him, no one would believe her. She couldn't fight him, he was too strong. It was a dead end. Alice looked down at her hands and realized her dress was in tatters. She got up slowly again and went into her closet. There wasn't much choice of course; each dress was pretty much the same. Different colours perhaps. She pulled out one with a long sleeved t-shirt. One less thing to explain to the other children and people who visit, the bruise on her face however, had no way of hiding. Best thing she could do if walk with her hair in front of her face.

Alice undressed slowly to be careful for any other bruises she didn't know about. Indeed there was a large one on her side under her left arm stretching down onto her hip. She must have gotten it when she felt onto her side when Bumby punched her. She wouldn't have felt it because of the shock and excruciating pain from the punch. Alice pulled on her new dress relieved to be covering most of herself again. She stood in front of the mirror once more, shocked again at the horrible purple blemish that seemed to be growing. She grabbed her brush and ran it through her tangled hair and attempted to pull as much as she could forward but to no avail. The bruise was as clear as night and was very obvious on her light skin. She would just say she fell; the other children weren't that smart anyway.

Alice turned again towards her bed, unsure of what to do. She didn't want to leave her room. It was too early for her appointment, which she knew she couldn't miss or else Bumby would come looking for her. Alice spotted Jack Splatter's coat tucked half under her bed. She snatched it up quickly and threw it with all her might at the window, a horrible angry screech erupting through her body. The window was closed however; all that was heard was a low thunk.

Alice stomped about her room angrily, finally letting out her emotions from before. She spotted her drawings that Bumby made her do.

They are so ugly!

Thought Alice remember what a good artist she used to be before she came to this blasted home. She bounced up onto the bed and ripped all the drawings off the wall, and ripping each to shreds in a moment of pure fury with Angus Bumby and herself. She screeched and kicked but was left alone to her anger. Eventually she sat down on her bed out of breath surrounded by shreds of paper each a ticket to her forgetting.