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AUTHORS NOTE: This story has been written revolving around the actual experiences occurring in a relatives life. Some parts have been adjusted to fit with the theme and plot line. T/W: Sexual assault; self harm; depressing topics; violence; detailed sexual actions.
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A tear dropped down onto the plump babies lips- it was unnoticeable with the downpour of teeming weather, whipping the woman's inky, frizzy hair across her face as she stared into the infants bemused and clueless blue eyes whom she held closely to her chest. The baby giggled and reached out to play with the woman's curls, it's pale limbs soft and smooth. On the child's right shoulder were three noticeable, purple scars, seemingly burn marks; however the mother made certain that these were covered by the clothing the child wore as she pulled its sleeves down.
'I'm so sorry, Victoria.' The female whispered gently into the babies ear, continuous droplets rushing from her eyes. The bairn smiled happily up into its mothers face, oblivious of the situation and content to be held so warmly by the woman, its finger still tugging tightly on the ladies hair.
The night stood quietly, watching over the mother and daughter, engulfing the two in its dark presence. The stars and moon stared sadly down at the sight, for the heavens knew everything. However the stygian sky was not a discomfort to the baby, she felt shielded with the company of darkness- protected.
Then, the moment ended as quickly as it started.
Three honks from a battered, green pick up truck alerted the woman away from her child's inquisitive eyes, her expression turning from regret to a smile as she waved over at the car behind, signalling her.
'I'm coming, calm your ass down Andrew!' The woman laughed over at the figure in the vehicle, all traces of her previous expression deserted.
'If you get a move on we can make it to Allan's before the game ends!' Shouts came from the road: a gruff, deep male voice directed towards the female.
'Give me a second!'
The lady turned her attention back to the infant, smile vanishing. Silently, she wrapped the child up in a cotton, square blanket and tucked a letter with the words 'To Mum' in the pocket of the covering. A kiss landed on the baby's forehead, as the mother hummed a lullaby lightly. The eyelids of the young one fluttered shut, and the woman placed her gently into an open basket on the stone doorstep of a panelled, gray house. She gave the child one last peck, while knocking on the closed door infront of her.
The woman ran off into the night.
YOU ARE READING
The Shattering of Innocence
RomanceThe unsettling love story of the young teenager Victoria, re-welcoming her mother back into her life after being abandoned as a child, bringing with her a strenuous situation which is hard to escape, and James, who takes interest in her.
