The Setting: The Enfer Home/Rehab
Age: Six years old
Plot: Once again, her father is in a drunken rage and demands that instead of beating his wife senseless himself, that his six year old daughter should do it herself or die.
Four years old with my back to the door
All I could hear was the family war
Your selfish hands always expecting more
Am I your child or just a charity ward?
Clove covered her ears as she sat perched in the corner of her bedroom, tightening her grip around her ears to muffle the sounds of shattering glass.
“ You stupid bitch! How many goddamned times do I have to tell you to do something before you do it right?!” he screamed, and Clove heard another plate make contact with the wall.
“I’m—I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, honest Hayden!”
“Don’t you dare speak my name, you bitch!”
Skin made contact with skin and she heard her mother make contact with the floor with a painful thud.
Her door flew open and her father blocked the bedroom door with his massive frame, downing another bottle of liquor as he stood there, his head thrown back and he clutched at the empty bottle.
“Oh Clove…” he sang out in an almost childlike voice.
“Come here, little darling…” he drawled, smirking as he found her in the corner. His arm thrust forward and he grabbed her by her elbow, hoisting her up above his head like some sort of monkey. She thrashed around, trying to swing forward and make contact with his face.
“Leave her alone! Leave her alone, for gods’ sakes! She’s just a child!” her mother called out, and Clove caught a glimpse of a body crawling forward on her hands and knees, blood pooling from her forehead.
“No, she’s going to learn how to be a Career, a true warrior.” He slurred, throwing Clove forward and she skittered beside her mother, whimpering and clutching at her skinned knee.
“Mommy I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” she murmured, and she was ripped forwards by her hair. She screamed in pain, throwing her head back and shoving her leg backwards into her father’s leg. He merely chuckled, she was far too tiny to inflict any sort of pain.
You have a hollowed out heart
But it's heavy in your chest
I try so hard to fight it but it's hopeless
Hopeless, you're hopeless
He took the empty bottle of whiskey and opened the palm of her small hand, sticking the neck of the bottle into her hand.
“Smash it over her head” he demanded, pointing his chin towards her mother.
“No, no I won’t!” she begged, shoving the empty bottle back at her father. “No, you will. So help me god I’ll wring your scrawny little neck if you don’t! How do you want to die, huh? You want to die a hero’s death as a Career, or do you want me to just end your life now?”
Oh, father, please, father
I'd love to leave you alone
But I can't let you go
Oh, father, please, father
