You are my mums (a Lucy Bronze fanfic) - Book 2

Chapter 26 - Not your fault

A/N - Just a warning that the start of this chapter is quite dark with graphic scenes of abuse. Please please please don't read if you don't feel comfortable doing so x

Rosie's POV:

Gary strode forward, causing me to step backwards until I hit the sofa and fell helplessly onto it. I was trapped. He placed a strong hand on my shoulder to prevent my desperate attempts to crawl away. A gut-wrenching smirk crept up onto his face, "No one to help you now my pretty girl...I guess I have you all to myself. What do you think about that?". A lump in my throat prevented any speech even though I'm guessing his question was rhetorical. His free hand collided with the top of my head, "I asked you a question. Dumb bitch...". Compared to the rest of the blows he has given me, that one was fairly light but it still evoked some dizziness.

Shuddering at the scent of his breath, it slowly intoxinated my brain like it had obviously done to his entire body. But then again, this sort of stuff happens when he's sober as well. I could feel a shortness in my breath, panic, worry, fear, dread. Every single negative emotion ran wildly across and underneath the surface of my body. I can say with every single drop of honesty in my body that I believed I was going to die. Maybe not that night. But it seemed inevitable. My body couldn't take the violence for much longer, it's weak enough as it is.

One of his knees pressed forcefully between mine, opening them slightly. My body's movements were now no longer in my control. Pressing his free hand to my chest suddenly, I began to cough and splutter at the unexpected decrease in air. Instantly moving his hand to cover my mouth, he growled, "Shut up". My eyes watered as I furiously tried to blink all signs of weakness. If he knew how terrified I was feeling, he would simply take advantage of me even more.

"Does my little girl want a drink?". He picked up a bottle of beer from the coffee table to the side of us. Shaking my head, I croaked out, "No thank you". He raised his eyebrows menacingly, "Surely after all of our fun activities you must be thirsty?". No matter what I did to protest, his dirty, fat fingers pried open my mouth and shoved the top of the bottle down my throat. The cold glass feeling of the neck completely filled my mouth as the disgusting liquid poured down. Gary's leg stayed between mine, slowly inching towards a place I really didn't want it to reach. He moved his hefty body until it was wedged on top of mine making my bones ache with the weight. Leaning his head down, he whispered into my ear, "Now imagine that is my dick in your mouth instead of a bottle. Take it like a good girl. This is just practice...for later".

Shaking my head intensely, I couldn't take any more of the alcoholic liquid. It was burning my innocent throat which had not injested that much alcohol ever before - especially not that quickly. He snatched the bottle from my mouth, "I think you deserve a punishment for not doing what your master told you to do".

Gripping onto my shouders, he seized the front of my t shirt, the fabric tearing in his grasp. He brought me to his eye-level, but soon launched me into the solid brick wall only covered in a thin coat of paint. Numbness took over my body and traumatic tears threatened to spill. Bringing my hand up to the ear that hit the wall with full force, I was not surprised to see red, thick blood coating my hand. It dripped down my bruised neck in a steady pour. Gary picked the half-full beer bottle up and propelled it towards my battered body. Shards of glass exploded and littered my ruptured skin. Wetness caused my clothes to cling - I just wasn't sure whether it was blood or beer. The insanely searing of pain when a cut opens hit me like a ton of bricks. Everywhere. No where was safe from an open wound.

I was only 11.

"Rosie?". My thoughts about the nightmare I had the night before were interrupted by Keira. We were in the car driving to training. I looked across, "Hmm?". She repeated, sounding a little irritated, "I said, have you heard from your mum this morning?". Shaking my head, I leaned against the cool glass window and onlooked the scenery flying by. A light touch on my thigh instantly evoked a whole body flinch. Keira looked into my eyes, a concerned expression written all over her face, "Are you okay? You don't look too good?". She brought her hand up to my forehead as if to check for a temperature but I pushed it away, "Stop. I'm fine". Kei muttered, "I was only asking, no need to get all pissy with me". Ignoring her comment, I inhaled deep breaths of air-conditioned air, hoping it would relief my persisting headache.