"I'm only telling this story once, and once only..."
“This is the only time I want to talk about this with you. After this, no more questions.”
Standing up, Satine didn’t give them a chance to make a comment about what she had said.
“My real name is Marianne DuLac, I am the eldest of five children. There was my sister Sophie and my brothers Gerard, Michelle and Francis. Francis was the baby of the family and we lived in a tiny house with our parents.
My father, Anton, he worked hard everyday to support the family and my mother, Marie; she would make clothes from home for wealthier families to help with the money. I remember watching her, I remember the feel of the soft material’s under my fingers when she gave me any cut offs. I used to make clothes out of them for my sisters dolls.
We were a close family and we were happy, although my mothers didn’t always like the time my father and I spent together. When he was not working, he and I would spend so much time together and I fear my mother was jealous of this. But then everything changed when, one day, my father didn’t come home and he never did again.
Money became sparse and soon mother took to entertaining men at home to earn extra money, but it wasn’t enough and she…I remember being so frightened, the mans hand over my mouth and tears falling down my cheeks as he pleasure himself within me. I thought the pain I felt from his action would kill me, I almost willed it too, but it didn’t. Men came to me for a while, butt hen my mother found she could earn more money with me by sending me away and placing me within a house.
The day they took me was the last day I ever saw my family, it was the last time I felt loved by anyone so completely. But now…not I have you and you really want to be in my love and keep me safe and love me. I know you won’t leave me. Not again.”
Playing with the ring on her finger, “So that’s…that’s how it happened. My mother did this and…” Turning she looked at them, so very strong looking, an amazing thing to say what she had lived through. “Marianne Smith, that’s my real name.”
Standing up, Satine didn’t give them a chance to make a comment about what she had said.
“My real name is Marianne DuLac, I am the eldest of five children. There was my sister Sophie and my brothers Gerard, Michelle and Francis. Francis was the baby of the family and we lived in a tiny house with our parents.
My father, Anton, he worked hard everyday to support the family and my mother, Marie; she would make clothes from home for wealthier families to help with the money. I remember watching her, I remember the feel of the soft material’s under my fingers when she gave me any cut offs. I used to make clothes out of them for my sisters dolls.
We were a close family and we were happy, although my mothers didn’t always like the time my father and I spent together. When he was not working, he and I would spend so much time together and I fear my mother was jealous of this. But then everything changed when, one day, my father didn’t come home and he never did again.
Money became sparse and soon mother took to entertaining men at home to earn extra money, but it wasn’t enough and she…I remember being so frightened, the mans hand over my mouth and tears falling down my cheeks as he pleasure himself within me. I thought the pain I felt from his action would kill me, I almost willed it too, but it didn’t. Men came to me for a while, butt hen my mother found she could earn more money with me by sending me away and placing me within a house.
The day they took me was the last day I ever saw my family, it was the last time I felt loved by anyone so completely. But now…not I have you and you really want to be in my love and keep me safe and love me. I know you won’t leave me. Not again.”
Playing with the ring on her finger, “So that’s…that’s how it happened. My mother did this and…” Turning she looked at them, so very strong looking, an amazing thing to say what she had lived through. “Marianne Smith, that’s my real name.”