Chapter 4: Ages 3-4
Title: Concrete Angel
Fandom: Whip It
Rating: nc-17
Character: Iron Maven
Warnings: Swearing, Abuse, Rape.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish it was.
A/N: This is probably going to be a long fic.
Chapter 4: Ages 3-4.
By the age of four Jayne was a silent child. She didn’t cry often and she took her beatings in comparative silence, only whimpering once or twice. She knew what would happen if not. The beatings would just get worse. She refused to cry in front of her mother and if she did cry she had learnt to make sure that she kept it silenced and tried her best not to cry even when she felt she needed to.
She was a sturdy child by now. Skinny but strong. Her young eyes showed everything she felt but she was learning to lie well. Most people who tried to befriend her got nothing in return. Nobody knew why but she was unable to make many friends even as she began to go out a little more to play. She was a child who played alone and she’d taught herself a little of how to read, allowing herself that pleasure. Most people wondered how it was such a quiet girl was so smart but refused to answer questions.
Her first day of school was the day she turned five. Her mother finally giving her the freedom to do as she wished in school.
Fandom: Whip It
Rating: nc-17
Character: Iron Maven
Warnings: Swearing, Abuse, Rape.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish it was.
A/N: This is probably going to be a long fic.
Chapter 4: Ages 3-4.
By the age of four Jayne was a silent child. She didn’t cry often and she took her beatings in comparative silence, only whimpering once or twice. She knew what would happen if not. The beatings would just get worse. She refused to cry in front of her mother and if she did cry she had learnt to make sure that she kept it silenced and tried her best not to cry even when she felt she needed to.
She was a sturdy child by now. Skinny but strong. Her young eyes showed everything she felt but she was learning to lie well. Most people who tried to befriend her got nothing in return. Nobody knew why but she was unable to make many friends even as she began to go out a little more to play. She was a child who played alone and she’d taught herself a little of how to read, allowing herself that pleasure. Most people wondered how it was such a quiet girl was so smart but refused to answer questions.
Her first day of school was the day she turned five. Her mother finally giving her the freedom to do as she wished in school.