Without Words

32- Little Girl

A/N: Italicized are flashbacks. 

Trigger Warning: This chapter does not explicitly say the exact words but there would be heavy implication of sexual abuse on the later part.

"That's a lot." I commented as Violet added another pile of books inside. "Between these and my art supplies, the Fortress would be too small for all of us."

"Or we're just getting bigger." Violet answered as she closed the box shut. Her blonde hair tied in a messy bun, she examined her room for more things to place in the Fortress. I was busy lounging on her bean bag chair, reading the poems she just finished writing. I envy her way with words and the magical way her poems transport me to a different world every time.

When she was finished packing, I stood up and helped her carry the boxes outside. "I'm sure Noah would appreciate the books. He's been staying there more often lately."

Noah didn't enjoy painting as much as I like and preferred writing or reading instead. For my grand plan of cheering him up, I made sure there are things that would occupy his mind. We still exchange letters on the Rabbit Hole. Matt and Dan play basketball with him at the Fortress' grounds while he helps Violet write poems and short stories.

Reading his letters, I was able to look up his mind and understand him more. I also developed an intense dislike on his parents for their constant neglect and disregard on their bright and talented son.

"Would you girls like some help?" Richard called out as we saw him coming up from the basement. He must have been in the Den. "Those are awfully big boxes."

"Mr. Page." I greeted brightly. "Yes, please. Matt and Dan are being sore losers and chose basketball instead of helping us."

He tutted then walked over; putting the box I was holding on the floor. "Can't have my little girls do the heavy lifting." He smiled then opened his arms to give me his customary hugs. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me closer and lifted me slightly off the ground. I giggled when I bounced on his big belly.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Violet stiffen and I tilted my head to her, noticing her scared and worried look. "You okay?"

Mr. Page put me down, noticing his daughter then laughed boisterously. "She doesn't like me calling her little girl anymore- which is insane. She will always be my little girl."

My face scrunched, sympathizing with my friend. "Dad calls me baby girl and I don't like it too."

"It's always hard for daddies to let go of their little girls." He moved to Violet and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek. Violet seemed to flinch from the contact. "I'll put all these books in the Fortress with Ellie. Go greet your uncles, Violet."

Elle grew confused. At the mention of her uncles, Violet's face paled and a terrified expression marred her features. I was about to ask her what's wrong but Richard pulled me outside towards the Fortress. When I glanced back, Violet was shakenly heading down to the Den.

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"Matt, I told you to buy the red colored snacks. Is this red?!" Katelyn nagged as we packed goodies in my new studio. For some reason, this became our usual hangout. Tea parties are now held weekly on the balcony but I prefer to do it inside, especially during impromptu talks about the blessed pen*s that somehow always gets discussed.

My poor brother stared at the offending item for a second. "Yes?"

"This is burgundy! The color is too strong. According to psychology, this might not be very appealing to kids." Katelyn whined, running her hands on her pink hair. "This is a disaster."