SLIM TO NONE 22 Continued saga of an abused woman
Grandma had a scowl on her face when she saw that Patty no longer was barefoot and had different clothes on. The principal had folded up the ripped dress and placed it in a bag. Patty clutched it to her chest and had no idea what her grandma would do. Patty had been living under everyone's radar content with the attic and the woods. Gran took Patty's hand and they walked slowly back home. Not a word was spoken by either.
When they got home Patty's teacher was waiting. She had a bag with shampoo and rose soap and some clothes. Grandma grabbed the bag and told Mrs. Berly to leave. Before she left she smiled at me and told me to come early to school tomorrow if it was okay with Gran.
Now it seemed that Grandma was going to raise Patty while mom was busy with baby Ken. That whats the women had been calling him. He was fat and crawling all over the place. She took the bag and ran up the stairs to the attic. The soap smelled so nice and in the bottom of the bag was an apple. There were some papers and a box of colors. Patty sat near the window and took out a color. She drew some lines on one paper and then tried out all the colors. She didn't know that the colors were crayons. Her stomach growled and the apple looked so good.
The rays from the sun creeped into the leaded windows. The dirt was streaked on the glass and Patty watched the dust dance in the pink light. She took the ripped dress and wiped the windows but the dust caused her to sneeze. She began to cry. Nobody had ever been as nice as Mrs. Berly. Nobody had ever spoken softly to her. She wondered how she could smell like the soap instead of her animal stink.
It was quiet downstairs and Patty wondered if she could wash in the bathroom. She peeked down the stairs and it was getting dark, no one seemed to be home. Patty took the soap and scurried to the bathroom. The faucet was old and creaked when she tried to turn it. Water gushed out and splashed in the sink. She took off her clothes and folded them in the corner. Splashing water on her face felt so good. It reminded her of the other place where the only thing that worked was the bathtub. She wanted to take a bath, a long soaking bath that would rid her of the stench that lately had followed her every move.
Patty tried the faucet in the tub, rusty water spilled out and there was no stopper. She took her pants and wadded them up and stuffed them in the drain. The water started to clear and was captured in the tub. Lowering herself into the tub she closed her eyes and floated. The soap was in the water and a deep scent of roses wafted up on the steam. It was the first time in a long time that she relaxed and drifted along feeling the current of the water wash her soul.
Somewhere downstairs a door banged and shook the house. Instantly she froze. No it can't be. Not now, she finally had a name and someone who seemed to care about what happened to her. The staggering familiar scent and loudness of her father invaded every molecule of air. Shouting and screaming trying to find someone in the house filled Patty's ears with the terror that was beginning to seep back into her pores.
WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYONE. I'll find you cunt and that bitch of a mother.
The stairs began to shake with the weight and anger of the bastard that would change everything again.
Patty grabbed the soap and her clothes and streaked up to the attic. Barely breathing she crawled behind some boxes and bit her lip to keep from crying out.
SLIM TO NONE 23 EXPLICIT MATERIAL-CONTINUING SAGA OF AN ABUSED WOMAN
“Ha you think you can disappear and hide from me? Too bad you left a trail right to your hiding spot.” He reached down and yanked her up by her hair. “Oh you smell good. I missed that smell. Now I am home and you know what you have to do.”
Patty's heart dropped right to her toes. She let some tears slip and was promptly slapped for them. The bastard took the colors and smashed them with his booted feet. The grin was from ear to ear as he nuzzled his daughter and held her small body grinding his penis into her stomach. As he hardened she fell into her dreams. Patty was walking in the field smelling roses until she choked.
He had jammed his erection into her mouth and she couldn't breathe. He was jamming her back and forth and his hand reached down between her legs. She tightened up but it was too late. His fingers ripped her tender spot open and he shoved his ever hardening erection between her legs. He pulled her upon him and pushed her harder than he had ever done. Her breath began to flow with the rhythm of his movement and he whispered how much he loved his little girl and how much he had missed her and that she could never love anyone as much as he loved her.
His anger flowed out as he ejaculated between her legs. The warm cum was mixed with blood and Patty hurt worse than she ever had. He looked down at this little child and for the first time he wept. He gently brought her down to the bathroom and laid her in the last of the tub water that had grown cold. He gently took the soap and dragged it over his daughter's stiff body murmuring he was sorry.
Patty had been through this before but not the bleeding part. Her legs were chaffed and burned like when she had poison ivy from the woods. She knew not to say anything or else she would get hit again. Through her haze she heard women talking and her brother fussing. Her father looked up and dumped her back into the tub and stormed the stairs. There were screams and crying and cursing. Then there were sounds of hitting and bodies falling to the floor.
Patty lay in the bottom of the tub. The water had drained through her makeshift plug otherwise she would have drowned. She was paralyzed with hurt and fear. She closed her eyes and tears slipped through her lashes and burned her cheeks as she knew her life would turn back into a horror show.
