SCARRED - Part 3 (The SCARRED Series - Book 3) Read Online Free
Author: Kylie Walker
beat again? Jesus, now I’m going to have to spend half the night cleaning you up. Go get in the bathtub!” Little Kelly dragged her battered body up off the bed and started limping towards the bathroom. She heard her mother’s voice behind her say, “Shit! The comforter is ruined. Damn her! Daphne, take this off and put it in the washer and get a clean blanket from the linen closet.”
In what Chloe would come to remember as Daphne’s signature whine, the six year old had said, “Why do I have to do it? Kelly messed it up!”
“Oh my God,” the sound of Derek’s voice brought her back. He was looking at her with tears in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to throw up. “Oh Chloe, baby...God, I’m so sorry. I don’t even know what to say. I want to kill him.”
She tried to form a smile. It was probably more of a grimace in the end. “Me too,” she said. “I learned how to go somewhere else in my head when the beatings were happening. The older I got, the more frequent they became. When I was in those other places I would see that little girl and I would feel bad for her and want to help her...but I didn’t know how. Then when I was ten, the game changed.”
She saw Derek shudder. He knew what was coming and she considered not saying it out loud. The details of what took place for the next eight years were sick and twisted and she was sure that Derek could fill in the blanks himself if she left it at that. But she had opened the gate and the feelings and the memories...no matter how bad they were, no matter how painful and disgusting...they wanted out all of a sudden.
“I got pretty good at avoiding him. He drank so much that I think if I was out of his sight, he would almost forget I existed altogether. I loved school and I threw myself into it. I volunteered to be a tutor my fifth grade year. I would stay after school until six every day and then I would sneak in the house and go straight to my room. Sometimes my so-called mother would remember I existed...usually only when Daphne complained that she had to sit down at the dinner table every night and I didn’t. When that happened, she’d make me come out and then after dinner while she and Daphne made crafts in her sewing room or whatever...I was told to do the dishes and that would leave me passing through the living room when I was finished...where I always knew he would be. One night I was cleaning up and I kept checking to see if he was passed out yet. It was taking him a really long time, but I was determined to stay put until he did. I finally looked out and saw him with his head back on the couch and his mouth open. His eyes were closed and breathing a sigh of relief, I started through the room. I was right in front of him when he opened his eyes and smiled. It was a game to him. He knew I was waiting.”
“Where you going Kelly?”
“To my room,” she’d said, “I have some homework to do.”
“Okay baby, but before you go, come here and give daddy a kiss.”
“He never called me baby and he never kissed me. I was more terrified than I had ever been and the last thing I was going to do was offer myself to him. I was too little to know what he had in mind, but I knew whatever it was, would be bad. I ran for the door but as soon as I did, he got up. I reached the door and even had it flung open before he caught me...but he did catch me. He slammed the door closed and with me kicking and screaming, he carried me downstairs into the basement. What he did to me there was a hundred times worse than the beatings.” She paused and took a breath while wiping away her tears.
“When he finished, he told me that if I ever told anyone, he would kill me. He said that I was a “slut” and what he’d done to me was what I’d been made for. He finished by telling me that as ugly as I was, I should feel thankful that he wanted me, because no one else ever would. It happened at least once a week from then on for the next eight years. It got
In what Chloe would come to remember as Daphne’s signature whine, the six year old had said, “Why do I have to do it? Kelly messed it up!”
“Oh my God,” the sound of Derek’s voice brought her back. He was looking at her with tears in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to throw up. “Oh Chloe, baby...God, I’m so sorry. I don’t even know what to say. I want to kill him.”
She tried to form a smile. It was probably more of a grimace in the end. “Me too,” she said. “I learned how to go somewhere else in my head when the beatings were happening. The older I got, the more frequent they became. When I was in those other places I would see that little girl and I would feel bad for her and want to help her...but I didn’t know how. Then when I was ten, the game changed.”
She saw Derek shudder. He knew what was coming and she considered not saying it out loud. The details of what took place for the next eight years were sick and twisted and she was sure that Derek could fill in the blanks himself if she left it at that. But she had opened the gate and the feelings and the memories...no matter how bad they were, no matter how painful and disgusting...they wanted out all of a sudden.
“I got pretty good at avoiding him. He drank so much that I think if I was out of his sight, he would almost forget I existed altogether. I loved school and I threw myself into it. I volunteered to be a tutor my fifth grade year. I would stay after school until six every day and then I would sneak in the house and go straight to my room. Sometimes my so-called mother would remember I existed...usually only when Daphne complained that she had to sit down at the dinner table every night and I didn’t. When that happened, she’d make me come out and then after dinner while she and Daphne made crafts in her sewing room or whatever...I was told to do the dishes and that would leave me passing through the living room when I was finished...where I always knew he would be. One night I was cleaning up and I kept checking to see if he was passed out yet. It was taking him a really long time, but I was determined to stay put until he did. I finally looked out and saw him with his head back on the couch and his mouth open. His eyes were closed and breathing a sigh of relief, I started through the room. I was right in front of him when he opened his eyes and smiled. It was a game to him. He knew I was waiting.”
“Where you going Kelly?”
“To my room,” she’d said, “I have some homework to do.”
“Okay baby, but before you go, come here and give daddy a kiss.”
“He never called me baby and he never kissed me. I was more terrified than I had ever been and the last thing I was going to do was offer myself to him. I was too little to know what he had in mind, but I knew whatever it was, would be bad. I ran for the door but as soon as I did, he got up. I reached the door and even had it flung open before he caught me...but he did catch me. He slammed the door closed and with me kicking and screaming, he carried me downstairs into the basement. What he did to me there was a hundred times worse than the beatings.” She paused and took a breath while wiping away her tears.
“When he finished, he told me that if I ever told anyone, he would kill me. He said that I was a “slut” and what he’d done to me was what I’d been made for. He finished by telling me that as ugly as I was, I should feel thankful that he wanted me, because no one else ever would. It happened at least once a week from then on for the next eight years. It got
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