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His Possession(20)

By:Sam Crescent


“That feels nice,” she said.

“Good.”

Once he was done, he turned the shower off and helped her out. Cadeon dried her body and hair before carrying her back to the bedroom. He brushed her hair, refusing to let her do anything. Tucking her in bed, he joined behind her.

The light turned off as he snaked an arm around her waist.

Violet wondered if most relationships were like this. Had Stacey undergone this kind of treatment when she first started out being his personal assistant? She cut off the thought, not liking the thought of another woman being with Cadeon.

Closing her eyes, she drifted off into sleep.

****

“Mummy, why can’t I come out of my room when you have visitors?” Violet asked while she brushed her mother’s hair.

“I’ve told you, pet. It’s not safe for you. Those men-visitors would hurt you in a second. I don’t want that for you,” she said.

Violet stared at her mother in the small mirror. She looked pale, and a purple bruise was visible along the side of her face. Staring at the marks on her mother’s skin, Violet wished she could do something to make her happy.

“I could help you, Mummy. Be nice to the visitors while they’re here.”

Suddenly, her mother flew into a rage. She took the brush from her and slapped her round the face with the flat part. Violet crashed to the floor as pain exploded on the side of her head.

“Don’t ever suggest anything like that again. If you think that hurts, wait until a man won’t take no for an answer. I don’t want this world for you. I was stupid to become a part of it and even stupider trying to keep you safe from it. Do you have any idea what Dominic would do to you if he found you?”

Violet had heard him spoken of many times. The name sent dread through her body. At ten years old Violet was already learning when to keep her mouth shut.

****

The dream changed.

Violet had stopped by to speak to the priest on the way to the shop. He was the only man who really knew about her identity. At eighteen, Violet knew she was getting ready to leave home. It was getting scarier trying to hide from the men who came to her mother. The schooling she’d taken would get her by. Checking to make sure no one was watching, she let herself into her home. For as long as she could remember she’d always been watching. To make sure no one would see her. A dirty secret, she had to be kept locked up.

“Mummy, I’m home.” She picked up the mail. Junk as usual. The house belonged to Dominic, and no one of any importance came to visit, only the men her mother entertained. The life she’d led up to this point had been meaningless. Violet began to wonder why her mother even kept her around for as long as she did.

Hating herself for the direction of her thoughts, she walked up the creaking stairs. The time was just after three, and her mum would need to start getting ready. It was Friday, and Dominic or one of his men would be coming for the week’s earnings so far.

“Mummy?” she called. Walking up the stairs, she stopped outside her mother’s bedroom. No one lay in the bed. Frowning, she found one of the more glamorous dresses cut up.

“Mummy?” she called again as a feeling of dread washed over her. The door to the bathroom was shut. Violet had left it open when she left.

“Mummy?” she said again, this time in a whisper.

She pushed open the door and let it open slowly. Biting her lip she stared at the arm resting on the bath.

Like all the other times, she ran screaming for her not to die. Lifting the lifeless form of her mum out of the bath. The red water splashing all over her as sobs escaped her.

“Violet....”

She screamed as the voice shook her.

“Violet....”

“No, she’s dead. She’s dead....”

****

She was pulled out of the dream as Cadeon shook her awake.

“What?” she asked, opening her eyes and staring round the room. The reality of her situation came to her. She wasn’t back at the house, holding her mother.

She’d gotten out. She was free.

“You’re shivering,” he said. His arms went ‘round her, pulling the covers back over her. She closed her eyes as his warmth surrounded her.

“You were screaming for your mom,” he said.

Tensing, she waited for more questions.

“You don’t have to talk about it until you’re ready.”

Violet stared out into the darkness of the room. She could never talk about it. Her shame and curse was living a life that was a lie. The girl in the dream, that was who she really was. This person in a bed was a coward and a runaway, too scared to tell anyone about the life she’d led for fear of being taken away.

Closing her eyes, she let the fear drain away. As it drained away, so, too, did her energy.