BLEEDING

SUSAN II

Things began to change when Damian married a Scottish noble woman who looked a bit Glaswegian.

Damian stopped paying attention to her and she felt oddly at peace. The marriage started going down with rumbles and whenever they had a fight, Damian always rushed to Susan's room afterwards, locked the door and raped her. The Scottish noble would follow after, almost automatically, and hit her badly. During her childhood, Susan always had to cover it up. Her wounds, beatings, limping. They all had their stories.

And once again, she had another nightmare to dream of. She always hid under her bed but he always found her. She tried the bathroom cabinet but he found her and made her more miserable when for the first time, he hit her mercilessly.

The marked day came when Damian forgot to lock the door and the Scottish lady; Beattle, barged in on them in the middle of the act with their clothes spewed messily on the ground.

Damian stopped his actions and hurried away from his daughter but Susan was terrified. And in a flash, Beattle walked in with all composure and grabbed a nine years old Susan, led her out of her room and into the wide walls of the sitting room to the astonishment of the workers who all averted their gazes from the young mistress' body. Susan, who was completely oblivious to what the blonde was about to do, followed obediently.

Beattle led Susan to the lead row of stairs, sat her on the cold handles of the banister and with a peck; sent her flying down the stairs at a fast range. Susan fell with a loud thud and

Damian came running out, his clothes in a mess and as he picked up an unconscious Susan, he swore and casted Beattle an angry glance before walking away with his daughter in his arms.

After recovery, Damian always had clouds under his eyes and always wore a lost look. He never touched Susan and he also mentioned Beattle no more. Susan tried asking but all she received were curt replies until her fifteenth birthday.