In the Rain- an original fic
Title: In the Rain
Genre: hurt, abuse
Rating: T (for language and abuse)
Word Count: 892
Summary: Molly just wanted her mummy to come home, and her daddy to stop hurting her. my first original work, a bit depressing, please comment!
Dark bruises encircled her wrists.
Imprints of giant hands, bleed into her skin. And she didn’t know why. How could she? She was, after all, only six. She didn’t understand.
Molly wasn’t a naughty girl. She always put her toys away. She always ate her food. She was good. She didn’t know why her Daddy always yelled at her, always hit her. She must have done something wrong if Daddy was treating her like that. He’d only treat her like that if she was naughty, right?
Molly clutched her Teddy bear tighter. “Don’t worry, Daddy won’t do it today.” She whispered to Teddy. He looked back at her, his one eye gazing rather forlornly at the ground. She frowned. “You’re wrong. Mummy and Daddy love me. But I was naughty. That’s why he hit me yesterday.” She threw Teddy on the ground. After a moment, she ran and picked him up, hugging him close. “Sorry.” She whispered in Teddy’s ear.
Daddy didn’t finish work till late. And Mummy hardly ever came home. She was always out with her friends, Molly thought. She jumped up onto the window seat, and watched the rain wash down the window. The raindrops swirled around each other, creating hypnotic, swirly patterns on the glass.
Molly liked the rain. She could remember when her Mummy had stayed home with her, they would go outside and dance in the rain. She wished Mummy would dance with her now. But Mummy hadn’t stayed home or danced with her in a long time.
“Do you want to dance with me?” she asked teddy. His head flopped forward. “Good.” Reaching up on tip toes, Molly turned the handle, and stepped out into the street. The rain drops smothered her, sitting in her hair, and bouncing off Teddy’s glass eye. Taking his paws in her hands, she swung him round in circles.
“Rain rain, go away, come again another day!” She sang, skipping down the front path. Teddy flew around her, water droplets flying off his wet fur into her face in the wild wind. Her t-shirt was soon soaked, but Molly didn’t care. She was having fun. She liked singing and dancing. It made her happy.
Being cold and wet wasn’t fun for long.
Shivering, Molly went back to the front door, and pulled on the handle. It didn’t move. She pulled again. It was useless. The door was locked.
Molly looked around, and spotted a large magnolia bush. Holding Teddy tightly, she wiggled under it big branches, getting leaves and twigs stuck in her hair. It was dry, though. Pulling Teddy to her chest, Molly leaned against the trunk, her eyes growing heavy. It was almost time for her to go to sleep, she was sure. Sighing, she closed her eyes.
Molly had nice dreams.
In her dreams, her Mummy and Daddy really did love her. They stayed home with her, and they played hide and seek, and tag. They even let her run inside. They got fish and chips, and ate together at the big table. Molly liked having dreams like this. She was sure it would come true. Maybe Mummy would come home tonight with Daddy, and they would both be happy, and they really could go and get fish and chips for dinner.
Molly was woken from her dream when a cold hand clamped around her ankle. She screamed.
“What the hell are you doing under there, you little twit?”
Molly didn’t want to come out. It was nice under the bush. But Daddy’s hands were too strong. He pulled her out as if she were a rag doll.
“Well, answer me! What the fuck were you doing? How the hell did you even get outside?”
Molly clutched Teddy. “I went out the door.” She said in a small voice.
His slap was sharp, and stung her face.
“And who said you could go outside? Not me. You were supposed to stay in the bloody house!”
Daddy had her wrist again, and it hurt. She tugged uselessly. His grip was too strong.
“Why couldn’t you just stay in the bloody house? Why would you even want to go outside, you little bastard?”
“I was dancing.” She mumbled.
The second slap hurt even more.
The second tug was more effective. Daddy wasn’t holding on so tight now. So she pulled again.
“No! Hey, you better fucking listen to me! You get your ass back inside right now, or you’re in for it! You hear me?”
But Molly wasn’t listening. Daddy had let go. So she turned and ran.
“Oi! You get back here!”
Molly ran as fast as her legs would take her. She ran past the fence and out the gate, tripping as she ran onto the road. She held out her hands to break her fall. Getting back up, she looked behind her, to see Teddy lying on the wet tarmac. She bent to pick him up.
A high pitched shriek came from her right. She turned to see a large pair of yellow headlights, almost on top of her.
There was a loud bang.
Molly’s mummy jumped out of the car, screaming as she saw her daughter lying on the ground.
In the gutter, soaked with rain water, a one eyed Teddy gazed at the sky, his glass eye reflecting the bouncing raindrops through the blood.