Missy Lou

Prologue

"Dehana, you come down right now."
A little girl with flowing blonde hair and shimmering blue eyes walked down the stairs.
"Yes madam." She replied.
A lady with gray short hair and almost rotting teeth and a curved back stood in the shadows waiting for the little girl, "Dehana, you child of Hell, look what you have done!"
The little girl looked at what the lady pointed to, it was a statue that had been crushed.
"Madam, I swear I didn't do it!"
The lady slapped the girl, the little girl slammed to the cold hard ground.
"First you crush this statue then you lie to me, you deserve a punishment."
The little girl was still on the ground, "But I didn't do it." she said to herself.
The lady pulled her by the collar, possibly choking the little girl.
She took her to a dark closet with a pillow and a dirty blanket. The closet had a very small circle window.
The lady threw her inside, "You'll have your beatings later."
She locked the door and left.
The little girl cried, not knowing why she had to suffer this.
"Mother, why did you have to die...?" The girl whispered to herself.
She pulled out a mini journal from her rags she called clothes.
She laid on the soggy pillow and read the journal,
Dear Journal,
My first child, Oh my sweet Dehana. She is my diamond
And I am her sun.
She is the leaves.
And I am the breeze.
But sadly I am horribly sick, not knowing if I could survive this feeling.
God, if I am to die so be it, but God...take care of my sweet Dehana. My diamond...my Dehana.
Rescue her when she calls, and help her up when she falls. Oh God, take care of my sweet Dehana...my sweet Dehana.
February 16

Dehana cried at her mother's last journal entry. She laid hands on the only thing she had left of her mother.
"Mom...I wished you were here."

Footsteps came to the closet, Dehana quickly woke up. The door opened and the same lady from earlier grabbed her by the collar. She had a very big paddle in her hand. She walked Dehana to a big room where about 30 other girls in rags like her stood. Dehana saw her friends crying.
"Children, you will each beat Dehana with this paddle twice. I want much force, no force will involve with a paddle to your own butt." The lady announced.
The lady pushed Dehana on the ground. With her face on the ground.
Each girl went one by one hitting Dehana with a paddle twice, either on the butt or on her back.
"Please madam, I am sorry!" Dehana cried ad each girl hit her.
"Shut up, you child of Hell. You must suffer, you have done wrong so for your wrong doings you must suffer consequences."
Dehana cried and screamed.
"I'm sorry Dehana..." A voice said.
Dehana turned to see her friend, Sarah.
Sarah lifted up the paddle and slammed it hard on her butt.
"Ahhh!" Dehana screamed.
Sarah lifted the paddle again and slammed it hard on her back.
Dehana jumped reaching to comfort her back.
The lady walked over and swatted Dehana's hand.
"Hands to your side, child."
Dehana cried, "I am terribly sorry, Madam!"
The lady smirked, "I bet you are, continue!"
The line continued, with each girl beating her with a paddle.
The line finished 3 minutes later, the girls walked back to their rooms and the lady left turning off the lights in the room, leaving Dehana alone.
"God, please rescue me."
Dehana closed your eyes slowly, sleeping the pain away.

The door opened slowly, a girl with orange pale hair, pale skin, and green eyes walked in with a plate of bread and jam, and tea.
"Here you go, madam said after you finish come into the kitchen and wash all the dishes." The girl said almost crying.
Dehana was still on the floor.
The girl laid the food beside Dehana, and peacefully left.
Dehana reached for the plate, she spreaded the jam on the bread and stirred her tea with her finger.
She sipped the tea, and took a bite of her bread.
"Mother always gave me the best teas and the best bread with jam." Dehana said to herself as she ate.
She finally finished her food, she put the tea cup on her plate and struggled to get up. Her back and butt were screaming with pain from the beatings, she slowly walked to the door, and made herself to the kitchen.
All the other girls had gone to book studies all ready.
Dehana saw the pile of dishes and sighed, "No child should suffer this, not even a so called Child of Hell."
Dehana washed the dishes, still in pain.

"Thank God I am still alive."

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