Despair and Betrayal (Part 2)
Part two of this fictional story. You may want to read Part one first before you read this. Just a suggestion.
Laura:(Chapter One: Golden Memories) (Continued)
Laura was about six when Daddy has his NUMBER TWO GOLDEN MOMENT, two years before she witnessed Mummy DOING BUSINESS with that man,
Laura went shopping with Mummy and Daddy on the day of GOLDEN MOMENT TWO. She could remember the supermarket. the temperature was so low there that Laura has goosebumps all over her skin. Mummy was being the Perfect Housewife, and Daddy was being the Loving Daddy. They were all shopping like one Happy Family...unti the blonde-haired guy bumped into Mummy.
The guy was a gentleman, Laura first thought, when she saw that he grabbed Mummy's arm to prevent her fron falling. And if the Gentleman had just said sorry like a good guy,then Daddy would never have his GOLDEN MOMENT NUMBER TWO. But the Gentleman didn't say sorry. He looked at Mummy with his large hazel eyes, and eyed her up and down, and his eyes stayed momentarily on her long legs, almost completely exposed beneath her short purple skirt. Then he smiled...the sort of saucy, indecent smile you would see on a man's face before he rape youngsters...he is probably imagining Mummy with her clothes off, Laura thought then, and stifled a giggle. The Gentleman asked,' You free tonight, babe?'
That lit the bomb in Daddy, whose face was already red when he saw the Gentleman's Indecent Stare. He flew at the Gentleman, and bashed out his face. Mummy was screaming and trying to pull Daddy off, and Daddy whipped around and put his face close to Mummy's tearful one and spat, 'I will deal with you later, whpre.' Mummy cowered and Daddy continued giving the Gentleman a facial treatment. The Gentleman's eyes were swollened to three times the usual size, and his lips and nose were gushing out blood.
He tried to fight Daddy, but Daddy was much too strong, not to mention out of control. Then at the point where Daddy would put a finishing touch on the Gentleman and end his wretched life, two security guards came to save the day-the Gentleman's Day. They dragged Daddy off and called the cops, whom Daddy always regard as 'Street rats in a uniform' . The street rats drove Daddy to the Police-(rathole)-station. (with Mummy rocking back and forth, Laura added in her mind, and her chapped lips trembling like Jell-O.) The 'street rats' gave Daddy a verbal warning, and sent them home.
Back home, Daddy was in his element again. He gave Laura a great kiss on the forehead and told her to go to her bedroom and play with Marabelle, the doll he had bought her from his trip to Ireland. Oh, but little Laura knew Something Was About To Happen. Yes, she does. Sure enough, the instant she closed the door, there came the all too familiar crack,and a roar. 'You need another lesson, don't you, Little Anne? Another lesson from Master Rudolph!' then she heard Mummy scream again and again, in chorus with the THUMPS. She reached across her bed and grabbed Marabelle, burying her face in the doll's soft red hair so she could muffle the THUMPS.'Little slut!' She could still hear Daddy.' You think you can whore around? No wife of Rudolph Dawes whore around!'
(To be continued...)
Laura was about six when Daddy has his NUMBER TWO GOLDEN MOMENT, two years before she witnessed Mummy DOING BUSINESS with that man,
Laura went shopping with Mummy and Daddy on the day of GOLDEN MOMENT TWO. She could remember the supermarket. the temperature was so low there that Laura has goosebumps all over her skin. Mummy was being the Perfect Housewife, and Daddy was being the Loving Daddy. They were all shopping like one Happy Family...unti the blonde-haired guy bumped into Mummy.
The guy was a gentleman, Laura first thought, when she saw that he grabbed Mummy's arm to prevent her fron falling. And if the Gentleman had just said sorry like a good guy,then Daddy would never have his GOLDEN MOMENT NUMBER TWO. But the Gentleman didn't say sorry. He looked at Mummy with his large hazel eyes, and eyed her up and down, and his eyes stayed momentarily on her long legs, almost completely exposed beneath her short purple skirt. Then he smiled...the sort of saucy, indecent smile you would see on a man's face before he rape youngsters...he is probably imagining Mummy with her clothes off, Laura thought then, and stifled a giggle. The Gentleman asked,' You free tonight, babe?'
That lit the bomb in Daddy, whose face was already red when he saw the Gentleman's Indecent Stare. He flew at the Gentleman, and bashed out his face. Mummy was screaming and trying to pull Daddy off, and Daddy whipped around and put his face close to Mummy's tearful one and spat, 'I will deal with you later, whpre.' Mummy cowered and Daddy continued giving the Gentleman a facial treatment. The Gentleman's eyes were swollened to three times the usual size, and his lips and nose were gushing out blood.
He tried to fight Daddy, but Daddy was much too strong, not to mention out of control. Then at the point where Daddy would put a finishing touch on the Gentleman and end his wretched life, two security guards came to save the day-the Gentleman's Day. They dragged Daddy off and called the cops, whom Daddy always regard as 'Street rats in a uniform' . The street rats drove Daddy to the Police-(rathole)-station. (with Mummy rocking back and forth, Laura added in her mind, and her chapped lips trembling like Jell-O.) The 'street rats' gave Daddy a verbal warning, and sent them home.
Back home, Daddy was in his element again. He gave Laura a great kiss on the forehead and told her to go to her bedroom and play with Marabelle, the doll he had bought her from his trip to Ireland. Oh, but little Laura knew Something Was About To Happen. Yes, she does. Sure enough, the instant she closed the door, there came the all too familiar crack,and a roar. 'You need another lesson, don't you, Little Anne? Another lesson from Master Rudolph!' then she heard Mummy scream again and again, in chorus with the THUMPS. She reached across her bed and grabbed Marabelle, burying her face in the doll's soft red hair so she could muffle the THUMPS.'Little slut!' She could still hear Daddy.' You think you can whore around? No wife of Rudolph Dawes whore around!'
(To be continued...)
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