Re: Innocentia Trucidavit 1g/?
anonymous
November 28 2010, 02:18:04 UTC
You tremble as she comes near you, fists ready to strike. He sits at the table, coffee at his lips, staring at a newspaper. He does nothing as you scream for his help. She punches you once and then again, her fists falling on your ribs and your jaw. As her fists cease, you can feel the blood dripping down your lips.
"Clean yourself up," she spits and throws paper towels at you, "then make me something to eat, or you're not going to school."
"I made you food, honey," he looks up, the first thing he has said since this has started. He pushes the plate of pancakes over and smiles at her, all the love in the world shining in his eyes. You stare at the plate of pancakes and at his throat.
"I don't want your food, dear," she throws the pancakes at you. With a wet smack they hit, the syrup sticking to your face. "Make it," she orders you and you drag yourself to the stove, staring at the pan. Picking up the spray and the batter, you make her the pancakes, setting them down on the table in front of her. "You're such a good kid," she purrs, rubbing your hair before yanking your face forward. "If you ever stop being a good kid, you know what will happen."
"I have to go to work, now," he stands and smiles at you both, kissing her before giving your back a pat. "Make sure you do what your mother wants," he calls as he leaves the two of you alone. She throws her hair back and smiles at you.
"Why don't you come up with me?" she asks, and you nod, leading the way, ignoring the hand that caressed and hurt.
Noooo, what an evil cliffhanger. Although that guy who approached Scarlet in the end had me suspecting its either Alfred or Ivan. But that's just me, anything can happen :P
Daaarn, you HAVE to update soon. I'm seriously making theories as I type this comment.
"Clean yourself up," she spits and throws paper towels at you, "then make me something to eat, or you're not going to school."
"I made you food, honey," he looks up, the first thing he has said since this has started. He pushes the plate of pancakes over and smiles at her, all the love in the world shining in his eyes. You stare at the plate of pancakes and at his throat.
"I don't want your food, dear," she throws the pancakes at you. With a wet smack they hit, the syrup sticking to your face. "Make it," she orders you and you drag yourself to the stove, staring at the pan. Picking up the spray and the batter, you make her the pancakes, setting them down on the table in front of her. "You're such a good kid," she purrs, rubbing your hair before yanking your face forward. "If you ever stop being a good kid, you know what will happen."
"I have to go to work, now," he stands and smiles at you both, kissing her before giving your back a pat. "Make sure you do what your mother wants," he calls as he leaves the two of you alone. She throws her hair back and smiles at you.
"Why don't you come up with me?" she asks, and you nod, leading the way, ignoring the hand that caressed and hurt.
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Daaarn, you HAVE to update soon. I'm seriously making theories as I type this comment.
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*stabs the mother in above part*
DON'T TOUCH THE CHILDREN!! D:<
Lovin' your writing style here, first person is definitely a good way to hide the narrator's identity. :3 Thumbs up for you. d^_^b
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