hurt girl

Chapter 2 Frances... Age 5

"Get to work!" Her mother bellows as she motions with her hand toward the kitchen table, which is cluttered with breakfast dishes and scraps from this morning's meal. The delicious smells of bacon and sweet rolls make her stomach growl and her mother grunts with disgust. "Scrape all of the food left on the plates into the dog bowl." She says and then adds, "Only when this kitchen is spic and span are you allowed to eat it" She pauses waiting for a response. "Did you hear me girl?" She asks. Keeping her eyes to the floor, the little girl nods, aware that she has once again angered her mother, though the reason is unclear... not that it matters. The how's and why's aren't important to her. Making it through the day with the least amount of pain is her only goal. Some days are better than others, and for the good ones, she is so grateful.Her mother grabs her by the ear, violently twisting it until the girl screams out, which only makes her mother angrier. "Take. Down. Your. Bottoms. NOW!" She says very slowly and very loudly, before she marches out of the room. The little girl knows what's coming next from past experience and her blood runs cold. The hair on the back of her neck is standing stick straight and her instinct is to run, but there's nowhere to go. All the doors have dead-bolts on the inside and the keys are on a chain around her mother's neck. She's stuck, and just as she thinks things couldn't get much worse, her body cruelly disobeys her... She feels the warm liquid running down her legs as it puddles at her feet. She ignores it and quickly grabs a half eaten sweet roll and stuffs it into her mouth. She chews as fast as she can, while gulping cold coffee out of her mother's cup. She knows it's Audrey's cup by the dark red lipstick around the rim and she wishes she had grabbed her step-father's cup instead, though she's not sure why. As she gulps the last of the cold brown liquid, she grabs a couple of wadded up napkins and soaks up the puddle of urine at her feet. Thinking fast, she hurriedly buries the napkins under a discarded bacon package in the trash and then returns to the place she was standing before her mother walked out. She thinks her heart may very well beat right out of her chest and she tries to calm herself down the only way she knows how... she thinks about'Happy'and how soft it feels on her cheek. She shuts her eyes as tight as she can and wishes herself and Happy into the sky... flying high and free among the white puffy clouds. They're flying away from here.... from this house.... from the pain.... from her mother. She snaps back to reality when she remembers her mother's last instruction. She quickly pulls down her urine soaked undies... and waits for her punishment.

Meanwhile, Audrey Setters rummages through her pocketbook looking for her Virginia Slims and a lighter, all the while mumbling incoherently. "What'd she do this time?" Otto Setters asks from the corner of the bedroom, where he's sitting on the settee listening to an e-book on his iPod.

Startled, she whips her head around to face him, surprised that he's in her bedroom. She is repulsed by the meer sight of him and turns back to the task at hand. "Don't worry about it darling," "I'm handling it." She automatically answers. She stands up and smooths the bed spread back out and as she turns to leave, Otto is there. Standing in front of her, he reaches around her waist with both hands and gently pulls her to him. She's usually an inch and a half taller than him but he's wearing his custom made loafers with the 2 inch heels, so he's barely a half inch taller. He caresses her cheek and kisses her forehead. "Can't that wait?" He states more than asks. She pretends like she has a choice and it's her decision to allow him to undress her. "Yes, Go ahead and climb on top of me and sweat like a pig." She's thinking to herself. She unbuttons his Karl Lagerfeld dress shirt, pulling it out of his khaki's, then yanking it down his arms, careful not to let it fall to the floor. She gently drapes it over the chaise then turns her attention to the zipper on his pants. After disrobing him, she teasingly runs her finger from his thick neck to his nipple, flicking her tongue around it. She then allows him to pick her up and lay her on the bed where he explores every inch of her, front and back. All the while, she is pretending he's someone else... She has to, she knows no other way to combat the wretchedness she feels when he touches her. Right now he's a blonde Norwegian with dark blue eyes, square chin, and a tight six pack. She smiles seductively as he moves over her and responds to all of his touches. She moans in all the right places, calling out his name and God's as well before he finally releases inside of her. It takes all of one minute and twenty-three seconds. He collapses to the side of her, propping himself up with a pillow, "You're so beautiful Audrey." He exclaims. She looks over at him and smiles. She is so completely disgusted and turned off by this man. He is comically flawed she decides, as if seeing him for the very first time. Half of his comb-over has flipped over to the opposite side, making him look like he's a long haired bald man. His beady little eyes are too close together and his pudgy nose is almost purple from the tangled mass of veins that twist and weave through it. She shivers from the thought that this man's nasty juice is sitting dormant inside of her and it takes sheer will power not to gag. She has an over-powering need to stand up and let it drip out of her. Instead she lovingly kisses his lips and then cuddles into him like he likes, counting silently to 60 before she makes an excuse to get up.