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Post by Mags on Apr 7, 2011 17:07:27 GMT -5
"Go ahead," Holly said. "You'd be doing me a favor to make me forget somethings...." she said, as she looked around to see which memory she was in. Oh God..... Not...not this....
The Black Rock soon acted as a green screen, as it swallowed Holly, and dropped her into her probably worst memory. She didn't see it through her own eyes, oh no, she was a bystander, like a ghost, she was going to be forced to watch everything happen, and not be able to stop it..... She watched as her 13 year old self walked down the busy sidewalk, hand in hand with an older man. 17 year old Holly closed her eyes and sighed. "Not...This..." she thought to her self.
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Post by Larksing on Apr 8, 2011 19:47:22 GMT -5
"Holly." Fivel said. "Just give in, and this will all stop." The next memory swirled into view.
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Post by Mags on Apr 8, 2011 20:40:07 GMT -5
"No." Holly said aloud. "I'll never give into a Mother F*cker..." heh, again.... Holly said, smirking at her own thought. She walked, though as she did her previous position of walking was left behind for a few seconds. Light and sound didn't travel at the same speed a they normally did. Like a slinky, her body was left behind, and than rejoined her when it caught up. Thats all she was, a slinky... She walked behind her younger self, and the man who was holding her hand. The man was her Father, walking his little girl up to another man who would molest, and expose her in ways she would never understand.
~Young Holly Scene~
"Daddy?" Holly asked, looking up at her Father. "Do I have'ta go to Uncle Joe's?" of course he wasn't her uncle, that was fed to her to make introduction faster, as most children take to family members faster than strangers.
"Yes, honey." her Father bemused, smirking to himself. "I showed Uncle Joe those pictures I took of you the other day."
Holly jumped, and jerked away from her Father. "What?!" she shrieked, horrified. "B-but, Daddy, I didn't have any clothes on!" she said, blushing hard.
Her Daddy shook his head and gripped her hand that she had taken away from him. "He's your uncle, Holly, it's okay for him to see you nude." he reassured her.
"B-b-but." Holly stuttered. "What if he tries to do stuff...Like you and me do..?"
"Than you let him."
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Post by Larksing on Apr 8, 2011 21:26:17 GMT -5
Fivel shook her head. Such misery this young woman has gone through.... maybe it's just right to let her go through with it. To let her cheat. Fivel swallowed the idea and snapped, and the next memory began its painful begining.
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Post by Mags on Apr 8, 2011 22:01:30 GMT -5
Holly looked on at her Father and her younger self. She knew what would happened, and it was killing her inside. She'd had this wound stitched up, long ago, and now, now it was just like some one had just ripped it open with out a care in the world. She watched remorselessly, and quietly as she followed her Father, and younger self ascend up stairs aligning the wall. It soon skipped, and she saw a new man, his shirt was off, and he was wearing silk boxers. She looked at her self, and noted that she was wearing a pair of panties, and nothing more. The man she knew as Uncle Joe came toward her, and cupped each of her just maturing breasts. He fondled them for a few moments, and even rubbed himself against her leg like a dog. He smirked. "I bet you like this? Don't you?" he said, squeezing her breast a bit harder.
Holly winced. She kept quiet, and didn't give him the right to look her in the eyes. Uncle Joe smirked, and released her, and Holly soon covered her self, face red. He reached down further, and hooked the elastic of her panties in the crook of his pointer fingers, and slid them down to her knees where they dropped down to her ankles. She stared hard at the ground, and noted that he had stopped. She could see the flash, he was taking pictures of her. She sighed, and knew the drill. She uncovered herself, and spread her legs a bit more than what they where. Soon, he was repositioning her, so she was standing with her back to him, her bare butt on perfect display for him to enjoy. Older Holly looked on with disgust. This was sick..this was just...sick, wrong, horrible, bad....
Soon, younger Holly turned around, and Uncle Joe grabbed her right arm tight, and thew her onto the ground. He laughed at her, in her nude state she felt so degraded that all her will power to even fight was sucked out. She lay limp on the floor as a few tears fell, but she lay in silence, tough that alone screamed her defiance. Uncle Joe chuckled to himself, as he stared at the teenage girl who lay limp. He felt that power, that he controlled her, and she was just his, his, and only, his. Uncle Joe grabbed her feet, and held both ankles in his hands, and soon was dragging her into his bedroom..... "ARE YOU F*CKING HAPPY NOW B*TCH?!?!? ARE YOUR SO F*CKING PROUD OF YOUR SELF?!?!?!?!" Holly screamed at the top of her lungs. The memory had faded, and she was now once again where this hell had begun. Tears streamed down her face as he let out sobs of pure misery.
"I hate you..I hate you..." she whispered, as he began to shake. This was too much, to much emotion. She never showed these feelings, and she didn't know what to do with them. She felt small, and wanted nothing more than to be cuddled, and told everything was going to be okay. But, even if that did in fact happen, it wouldn't be true. Holly was never okay, and she felt like she never would be.... She was soon sitting down, though her body was in a sitting fetal position. She was rocking back and forth. "I want my Momma..." Holly thought, truthfully wanting nothing more than her Momma. "Make it stop, make it stop..." she sobbed. "Make it stop, me be good, me be good." she cried out. Fivle had broken her, taken everything she had bottled up, and ripped it right out, effortlessly.
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Post by Larksing on Apr 9, 2011 8:20:13 GMT -5
Enough is enough, Fivel.
The memories swirled out of control, until they disappeared and left only the cold black rock behind. Fivel shimmered back into visibilty, her face concealed with empathy. "Holly..." she murmured, bending her knees to see her face. "Holly, I'm sorry." After silence followed, she stood, awkwardly due to her injured ankle, and folded her arms over each other. "Holly..." she started. "I know it is my fault that you relived those memories, but I'm not really the one you hate, am I? That... those men had no right to do that, not even your father. You are a human being, and you deserve any right that the rest of us recieve." Fivel turned at an angle, to glance at the black rock. "I know my past cannot compare to yours by any means, but I.." Fivel swallows back any unnecisary emotions. "..my mother died when I was five, and so, as I am fourteen right now, I haven't seen her for nine years. It different to grow up with just a father. So my life hasn't been all sugar and candy, either."
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Post by Mags on Apr 9, 2011 10:37:55 GMT -5
Holly just blocked it all out. "It'll go away...I'll make it go away." Holly whispered, now totoaly consumed in he rown thoughts. Fivle had dissappeared in her mind, she was alone in this darkness....again.
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Post by Larksing on Apr 9, 2011 11:07:14 GMT -5
Fivel closed her eyes in concentration, and the classroom snapped back into oblivion. I'm sorry, Holly.
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Post by Mags on Apr 9, 2011 11:18:34 GMT -5
Holly soon found herself back in her seat, with the test in front of her. Her face was dry, as she had been crying in her thoughts, but her actual self had been sitting hear the whole time. She looked at the clocked and was taken aback. They had been in her thoughts for only 2 minuets, for what seemed to be so long was really rather short. Holly took in a deep shaky breath, and soon finished her test. She just wanted out; out and away... She got up, her legs numb and a bit wobbly at first, but, she managed. She laid her test down on the teachers desk and walked out of the classroom.
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Post by Larksing on Apr 9, 2011 17:02:10 GMT -5
Fivel finished the last question on the test and set it gently on the teacher's desk. "May I leave?" she requested, thinking of Holly. She had to speak to her. The teacher nodded, and Fivel left. "Holly." Fivel called. "Wait up."
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