Flashback: 1984
Dec. 21st, 2001 11:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpThe little boy went to her room to hide, as she'd done many times before, several in the past week. Closed doors were not allowed, but some privacy was afforded by the shape of the room - the bed hiding behind the doorway offering a touch of solace. Solace was broken that day, though, by Her.
A somewhat slight woman with a helmet of frizzy curls, She loomed ominously over the nine-year-old boy. Already backed into the Corner of Solitude, the boy had nowhere to run, nowhere to escape to.
Before the shrill voice that emanated from the frizzy head could be blocked out, several words landed; One sentiment gleaned. "I'm glad you're not my daughter," she said in hushed tones that could be denied later. "I could never create shit like you."
~//~
Dad is dating Her again. After 6 years of torment followed by a 13 year break, everyone seems to have forgotten her words, her actions, the marks she left. I haven't. They want me to. I can't.
A somewhat slight woman with a helmet of frizzy curls, She loomed ominously over the nine-year-old boy. Already backed into the Corner of Solitude, the boy had nowhere to run, nowhere to escape to.
Before the shrill voice that emanated from the frizzy head could be blocked out, several words landed; One sentiment gleaned. "I'm glad you're not my daughter," she said in hushed tones that could be denied later. "I could never create shit like you."
~//~
Dad is dating Her again. After 6 years of torment followed by a 13 year break, everyone seems to have forgotten her words, her actions, the marks she left. I haven't. They want me to. I can't.
