Posted by crimsonsky on Thu 18 Jun 09, 2:05 PM to crimsonsky's blog.
Each familiar step took her further into the unknown.The staircase with the familiarity of it's worn runner that she could feel through the thin soles of her canvas shoes. The click of the woman's heels on the wooden floor of the landing. The cool linoleum of the bathroom floor. Girl Afraid stood uncertainly, eyes downcast. She was afraid to look up into the woman's compelling blue eyes. The eyes that stopped her breath and made her feel like she was falling.
"You've scratched your pretty face" the woman said softly. Girl Afraid flinched as the woman traced the outlines of the scratch with the gentlest of touches. " And you've torn your pretty dress" she added as her fingers traced the tear with the gentlest of touches. Girl Afraid couldn't look up, look up into the compelling blue eyes that seemed to reach down deep inside her, to delve her dark corners and open secret places. Her breath caught, suspended in the stillness of the moment, as the woman took her finger and placed it under Girl Afraid's chin and raised it with the gentlest of touches, forcing her to meet the woman's eyes. She wanted to run, to hide, to look anywhere but into those compelling blue eyes that stopped her breath and made her feel like she was falling.
"Poor baby" the woman said as she wiped the single tear from Girl Afraid's eye with the gentlest of touches."Arms up" the woman said softly. Girl Afraid stood transfixed, breath suspended. " Arms up" she repeated. Despite herself Girl Afraid's arms raised as if pulled by invisible strings. The woman took the hem of her thin summer dress, the dress that Daddy liked her to wear and raised it over her head with the gentlest of touches. The woman placed the dress on the wicker chair that stood in the corner and turned to face Girl Afraid. She took hold of the Curly Wurly still clasped tightly in Girl Afraid's small white hand and gently prised open the fingers still locked around it's sticky sweetness and dropped it on top of the dress, the dress that Daddy liked her to wear.
The woman bent to turn on the taps as Girl Afraid stood transfixed, breath suspended arms still raised above her head, staring at her scuffed and dirty canvas shoes. " Don't get out until you're squeaky clean.Come and see me when you're done, I'll be in Daddy's room." the woman said as she turned to walk down the dark hallway, her heels clicking on the wooden floor.
Slowly Girl Afraid lowered her still raised arms and bent to unlace her scuffed and dirty canvas shoes. She removed the rest of her clothes and placed them on top of the Curly Wurly and the dress, the dress that Daddy liked her to wear, and stepped into the shower. The water was cold and her head was filled with unanswered questions. " Where was Daddy?" and "When would he be coming back?" and " Who was this woman?" the woman with the compelling blue eyes who wanted her to call her Mama. She couldn't, wouldn't consider the possibility that he might not be coming back. Daddy had promised he would never leave her and she had to believe him. After all her Daddy would never lie to her.
She took the soap and scrubbed herself mindfull of the woman's instructions. " How clean was squeaky clean?" she wondered as she scrubbed herself, wincing as she rinsed the grit from her bloodied knee. When she had scrubbed everywhere, she scrubbed again and then once more to be sure. Standing dripping on the mat she reached for a towel from the shelf that housed the big, fluffy white towels and found it empty.Thrown into a state of confusion she stood shivering and unsure as the bathroom mat soaked up the water that dripped from her and made puddles at her feet. She looked out towards the dark hallway and the light that seeped out from beneath Daddy's doorway. Taking a deep breath she moved her small wet feet over the cool linoleum towards the door. Her small,wet feet leaving footprints on the wooden floor. Her soaking hair dripping cold water down her back. She stood shivering feeling small, afraid and defeated and knocked hesitantly on the door.
| 18 Jun 09, 2:33 PM Hells_Bells UK(G), 6 yrs  |
Oh my. I can't wait for part 3! Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read. ~ Groucho Marx | ||
| 18 Jun 09, 2:35 PM GirlAfraid UK, 2 yrs |
Oh god, that nearly made me cry. It's got me thinking about him actually going away and leaving me. He did say he'd never leave. Right, no, actual crying now... Fuck, I'm quite distressed by that. Must be good! "Could I stand by and watch my wife be raped by a nazi, I asked myself, no I couldn't." "But you're not married?" "No, but I have a very vivid imagination." | ||
| 18 Jun 09, 2:44 PM crimsonsky UK, 6 yrs |
Poor baby! This writing lark is great, declarations of love, offers of marriage and my memo box filling up with memos from the fittest girlies on IC. All I need now is someone to do the cleaning which has been woefully neglected since I started writing lark. And crying too. Fuck me.
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| 18 Jun 09, 2:47 PM GirlAfraid UK, 2 yrs |
Yep, that did it. Definitely hot. I really do love you though, the others are just saying it... "Could I stand by and watch my wife be raped by a nazi, I asked myself, no I couldn't." "But you're not married?" "No, but I have a very vivid imagination." | ||
| 18 Jun 09, 2:54 PM crimsonsky UK, 6 yrs |
Ha! Enough to do the cleaning? | ||
| 18 Jun 09, 2:57 PM GirlAfraid UK, 2 yrs |
Ooooo, well, you know, very busy person and all that... she says shuffling her feet awkwardly "Could I stand by and watch my wife be raped by a nazi, I asked myself, no I couldn't." "But you're not married?" "No, but I have a very vivid imagination." | ||
| 18 Jun 09, 3:03 PM crimsonsky UK, 6 yrs |
Pah! You're all the same. I've been on IC for four years now and I still haven't had my oven cleaned.
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| 18 Jun 09, 3:09 PM GirlAfraid UK, 2 yrs |
Just how dirty is the oven at this point?!! "Could I stand by and watch my wife be raped by a nazi, I asked myself, no I couldn't." "But you're not married?" "No, but I have a very vivid imagination." | ||
| 18 Jun 09, 3:16 PM crimsonsky UK, 6 yrs |
I'm afraid to look. Can cook but can't be arsed!
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| 18 Jun 09, 4:34 PM Crystal_Eyes UK, 5 yrs   |
Hot. Emotive and tear-jerkery, and very very hot.  ------------------------------------------ |
