Pretty Girl

Chapter Fourteen - June 6th 2004

Chapter Fourteen

Third Person Pov

Katrina - 10 Years Old

Katrina's eyes snapped open as she felt a heavy weight rouse her out of the slumber that she had fallen in because he was gone for a while but no.

She always escaped from her mind and tried to think of Verona, the orphanage and any happy memory she could remember every time this happened. She'd rather think of anything other than this.

After a while everything had stopped hurting. There was nothing that was her own anymore.

Her life was his.

She never cried. It didn't make a difference.

Tears were fuel.

He yanked her clothes off as he normally did and took her body for his pleasure without a word.

Every day. Ever since then.

Her nightmares didn't start when she fell asleep, they started when she woke up.

A doll that had been procured for his enjoyment.

She was his pretty girl. A beautiful angel meant to be destroyed. She had no mind or body of her own. It was for everyone else but her. It was his.

If she struggled it would only be worse so she had always tuned it out. She limply took it all with no other choice while she made up false memories and created a world where vile people like the man on top of her didn't exist.

Bunny was her only friend. So she thought of bunny.

The battered girl couldn't do anything to stop it. What more did she have to lose? She was a shell of the innocent child that she once was.

Barely speaking. Barely eating. Barely living.

She had to remember the rules to survive.

What choice did she ever have? Choices were something she was not allowed to have.

All in the desperation of having family. Someone who would accept her. What good did it do for her? In the end, she had nobody.

Nowhere to really go. No place called home.

She was still unable to fully understand why she had felt this kind of pain. It was a secret. A deadly dark one that was never meant to be exposed.

She didn't have a voice of her own. Katrina was a follower. Afraid, accepting and lost.

There was a time when she went to school, she saw happy families and friends that laughed together.

Cyrus had taken her out eventually because he didn't want her around other people.

The excuse which had been provided to everyone else was that she would be homeschooled because she was being bullied by other children.

Katrina loved school . . . until she wasn't allowed to.

The scarlet haired girl never had anybody. Cyrus had made sure of that.

She only had him and every night before she closed her eyes to welcome her nightmares she tried to think of one happy memory until she couldn't.

Until there was nothing left to remember.

"You're all mine, pretty girl. Always being so good for me." She never responded to him.

She did what he expected her to do. She was a corpse. Nothing more than a dead body fooling herself to think that this was okay. That it was his right. She wasn't allowed to think.