TW: ABUSE, ALCOHOLISM, SA, TRAUMA, ETC
~flashback~
-1926 (age: 17)-
"My god daisy! Can't you do anything right?! You useless whore!"
For a brief moment daisy gasped for air as her small body against the countertop, knocking the wind out of her, her heart pounding rapidly in her ears.
"No, you can't! Why the hell do you think I don't bring you out in public?! You think I'm proud to have a daughter like you?! You selfish brat, be fuckin greatful that you're not dead in a ditch somewhere! It's a damn privilege to do the simple shit you do!"
She winced as her fathers words echoed in her mind, tears falling from her terrified eyes.
"Oh yeah, yeah! Great! Cry about it! Yeah go ahead and feel sorry for your damn self! Ohhh yeah, yeah! You know what?"
He grabbed her and jerked her towards the phone, dialing it and holding it to her ear.
"Let's get some friends for your fuckin pity party huh? Huh?! You wanna fuckin cry about it?! Then let's find someone who will listen to your pitiful sob story!"
Daisy cried heavily as the voice on the other end came over the line, her body held in place by his rough hands.
"Tell 'em! Tell 'em what the hell you're doin!"
"Cr-Cryin'! I'm Cryin'! I'm sorry!" She cried, humiliated by the call
"Yeah! Cryin like a damn pitiful bitch! You want a pity party?! Then you go on and show everyone how much of a whiny bitch you are!"
Her father slammed the phone back onto the wall and slammed her aside into the wall.
"Do you ever think of anyone but yourself daisy Mae? Honestly." He growled, grabbing yet another bottle of whiskey from its holder.
She hiccuped through her tears, gasping for air through shuddering sobs, but he spoke before she could.
"Cause you're a goddamn selfish piece a shit you know that? Bitchin and moanin about god knows what because you wanna feel sorry for yourself."
He took a long drink from the bottle, wiping his mouth on his dirty sleeve
"You don't wanna do this you don't wanna go that I don't care! I don't give a damn what you fuckin want! Cause guess what?"
"I didn't fuckin want you."
Daisy couldn't do anything but listen to her father as she cried, standing still in the kitchen, taking each and every hurtful word like she had always known to do.
"So before you start fuckin Cryin about whatever stupid shit you're Cryin about think about me. How the hell do you think I feel?!"
He slammed the bottle down loudly, an anger in him growing stronger
"How the hell do you think I fuckin feel?! Huh?! You think I like havin your needy, whiny ass around?! You think I like dealin with your shit?!"
He grabbed her, her eyes growing with pure fear as he did.
"Waaa! Waaaa! Waaa! I don't wanna fuckin hear it!" He screamed in her face, taunting her.
The alcohol on his breath stung her nose by the sheer amount her father always drank.
"Because you don't GET problems, daisy Mae. You understand? You don't GET to have issues, because you ARE the fuckin issue! You don't get to have burdens when you are the goddamn burden! If you're just gonna spend your whole damn life in a pity party then you can go on and kill your sorry self and save us all a little trouble."
Her father threw her once again back away from him, knocking her onto the floor. He threw the empty bottle of whiskey at her, smashing it against her frail body as she braced herself for the shards.
And just like that he stumbled out of the kitchen, leaving her with no warmth in her life besides the fresh blood on her weak body.
~flashback~
1932 (age:24)
Her bruised body was slammed against the creaky walls of the old house, as she gasped for air underneath the large hand in her throat.
"Look at you. So fucking weak." Elton snarled.
She was shivering, completely naked, covered in scars, scratches, and bruising from the man. Her lips were tinged with blue and her lungs stung with the need of oxygen.
Grasping at his cold hands, daisy tried helplessly to free herself, though she knew it was a pointless endeavor. As black clouded the corners of her vision, she was swiftly thrown to the ground, her body gasping and coughing for air as her lungs filled with oxygen at last.
The shadow of her husband fell over her figure, curled up in the corner of the dining room, the oil lamp burning on the table now the only thing dimly illuminating her face.
The flame caught glimpses of light in her aquamarine blue eyes, perfectly lighting the tears slipping down her freckled cheeks.
Elton smirked, as he stepped closer to her, she flinched at his footsteps, bringing the man even more sadistic satisfaction. He crouched down to her level and lifted her chin to look into his ice blue eyes.
"You look better when you cry."
His voice dripped with sick enjoyment as he looked into his wife's terrified eyes.
Daisy wished she wouldn't cry more now than ever, but she couldn't decide if she would rather someone enjoy her tears or hate her for them.
Elton's pleasure derived from her horror made her stomach twist and ache. She felt sick, knowing that as helpless tears fell from her eyes, her husband watched in horrid pride. As if her fear, and her forced submission was a prize to be won.
Just as she was an object to be bought. Daisy couldn't make words, and all that escaped from her mouth was a whimper before he stood back up, tauntingly lunging at her to watch her cover her head.
"That's right."
As she emerged from behind her hands, he spat down on her before tossing a damp rag soaked in cleaning liquids onto her face.
"Don't forget the baseboards like last time you lazy pig. You know I'd hate to have to teach you that lesson again"
Daisy Mae could hear the smirk in his voice, because it was a blatant lie, he was always seeking to beat her into "learning a lesson".
Wiping the burning chemicals from her face, she crawled weakly onto her hands and knees, sniffling as her shaky hands began to scrub the floors.
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