Fearful || Downton Abbey

Part 7: Anna Bates

I turn to John and flash him a pained smile, my head pounds as I trudge down the stairs to the servants quarters. I fish out the medical box and with shaking hands pull out the packet containing the aspirin that should stop my head from imploding! I turn around and nearly crash into Mr Green, who smiles at me. My skins starts to crawl, as if to warn me of something but I brush it off. "Hello Mr Green" I say, smiling back at him. My smile soon fades though as he steps into towards me. " I must get back upstairs" I mutter, trying to get past him but he blocks my way "How about we have a bit of fun?" he smirks and I blink " I've had more than enough fun for one day thank you Mr Green" I state, trying and failing to get past him "You don't mean to say that old man of yours actually pleases you?" Green leers and my breath catches as he leans in and forcefully kisses me. I struggle and try to pull away but he pushes me back onto the table. He finally pulls away and I try to run around the table but halt as I feel a sudden sharp pain in my head, I let out a shriek and grasp the hank of hair Mr Green is trying to wrench from my now bleeding scalp. "Please! NO!" I cry as he pulls me with him towards the boot room ""No! No! No! Please! Stop!" I scream, frantically pulling away from him. He tosses me into the boot room and I fall onto the shelves supporting the endless rows of shoes, which proceed to clatter to the floor as I scramble to my feet. Before I can even move Mr Green advances and I back away until I hit the edge of the table in the centre of the room. He smirks as he presses himself against me and kisses me forcefully. I struggle and pull away and he slaps me so hard my ears start ringing and my head flies to one side, smashing into the side of the table, I let out a helpless whimper. I watch in horror as he unzips his pants and reaches for my dress. "NO! No! STOP! Please! Stop!" I yell but it does no good. I feel his hands sliding upwards on my leg and I try to shake him off as he pushes me back onto the table, grasping my wrists above my head and kisses me again. I kick and scream and he lets go for a second, I wriggle away and race towards the door, tears blurring my vision, I trip over the shoes piling up and my head crashes into the side of a shelf, splitting my lip and slicing open my forehead. I hear something rip and I know it's my dress. I feel Mr Green knee me in the ribs causing me to scream out in pain as I hear something crack. I feebly kick out at him but he catches my leg and chuckles as he lowers himself onto me ..."Help please help!" I cry but nobody comes, I feel Mr Greens hands creeping up my legs, pulling them apart as he tears my shift from my battered legs and forces himself into me. I scream and scream and scream until he forces his hand in my mouth, he pushes his hand towards the back of my throat, making me gag and stopping the panicked screams that are escaping my body.  He pulls at my dress and corset leaving me naked and exposed. I lie there helplessly listening to his breathing, feeling his weigh pushing me against the door and boots that had piled up on the floor around me. He finally finishes with a guttural grunt  as he erupts inside of me and then he goes, leaving me battered and bruised on the floor of a place I once felt so safe in... I lie there, listening to the sounds of the singer upstairs and the laughs of my friends and howl as my heart shatters into a thousand shards. I suddenly come to as I hear the sounds of applause upstairs and somehow find the strength to stagger to my feet, I clasp what remains of my dress to my broken body and stumble across the hall to Mrs Hughes sitting room, where I collapse behind her dresser and try to stop crying but it's no use, the tears are flowing freely down my bleeding face and I flinch as the light suddenly turns on and Mrs Hughes appears... 

I wake up, gasping for air, the sheets on my bed covered in sweat and knotted around me. I feel bile rising in my throat and make a mad dash for the bathroom, where the contents of my stomach empty themselves onto the floor. I try to breathe and tell myself he's not there, that I'm safe but it's not working. I need Mrs Hughes or Lady Mary and I need them now! The world starts spinning, forcing me to my knees amid the pool of my own vomit. I take broken breaths, gasping and spluttering until the world rights itself. I slowly stand and make my way downstairs, where I grab my coat and slowly stumble outside. I limp towards the manor house, trying to catch my breath. I have to stop several time but my heart lifts slightly when I finally see the roof of the house I work in appear in the distance. Before long I am standing on the front step and almost knock but my stomach has other ideas as it rolls about inside me and causes me to hastily abandon the step and make a dash for the nearest bush. I don't make it and collapse at the base of the front step as the contents of my stomach make yet another unwanted appearance. I feel dizzy and light headed but in the haze the surrounds me, I somehow manage to make it back up the step and bang my hand weakly against the giant door that looms above me. I lean my head against it and pray that someone heard me, as the world starts to flicker in and out of focus I start to shiver uncontrollably as I  hear someone calling my name as I black out for the umpteenth time that week...