Third person’s POV
Maraïda’s beautiful dream soon turned into her worst nightmare. One minute she was enjoying her life with Jared and their child as a happy family and the next, her happy family is replaced and her dream becomes a nightmare.
In her dream, she first sees young girl, about twelve years of age, kicking off her shoes as she enters the house. Blonde and big ice blue eyes, she’s tired, she throws her backpack exactly where she’d kicked off her shoes. She enters the kitchen, straight to an almost empty fridge and brings out a half eaten sandwich and a bottle of this water. She starts eating. From the other side of the house, someone cries,
“No daddy please! Please don’t! Not again. I’m tired. I can’t take it anymore.” The little girl, Maraïda squeezes the bottle in her hands tight, she drops her food on the table. She is shivering with fear.
What was he doing to her now? She wondered.
A loud scream echoes throughout the house, from the same person’s voice, then is followed by another voice;
“Fuck! Baby girl, you’re so tight! You can take daddy and one more so what are you saying you can’t. You can and you would. take. it. Yes! Fuck! You can take me again and again! Till you bleed!” Tears ran down Maraïda’s cheeks as she heard her father’s drunken voice over her sister’s pleas for mercy. She could hear the sound of skins slapping on skin coming from his room. Her sister’s voice getting louder, then weaker. Her father’s groans of pleasure. He seemed to be enjoying himself; on his daughter, while the latter cried in pain.
Adrenaline boiled in her veins. With a lot of anger, she shot the bottle at the door yelling, “stop!!! Stop it please! You monster!!!” It was all she could get out of her system before running out, away, trying to get very far away from the emotional torture.
The dream transitioned to another torturous scene.
A drunk man, with dirty blonde hair, a huge figure and extremely hairy face stomps into the house. The two girls are inside the kitchen. The older skinny one is making something for her little sister to eat.
“Marina! Baby! Daddy is home!” The man calls in a sing song voice,
“Hide Maralita.” Marina tells her little sister. She is fifteen, with dull auburn hair, big hazel eyes, dried red lips and heavy bags under her eyes. “Get under here, quick!” she pushes her sister into a cupboard with cleaning supplies.
“Yes daddy! I’m in the kitchen. Do you want me to make you something?” She runs to her father who was now lazily leaning on the wall. His pants were already all off, his manhood hung high, thick and stiff in the air,
“Tell me baby girl, how old is your sister now?” He asked. Marina swallowed a lump in her throat.
“Uh,” Marina gulps down another lump in her throat, “she’s almost thirteen, dad.”
“Wow! Lucky me! My two lovely daughters are both women now. Get your sister for me baby girl, would you?”
“But, why daddy? Do you need something? I can get it for you,”
“I see that. But I daid get me your sister. I want Maraïda now.”
“But why her dad? Am I not enough anymore?” Marina tried masking the fear in her voice with fake flirting but Rico just pushes her brutally to the side,
“I’ll go get her myself!” He drunkenly pushes himself pass the furniture’s, bumping one thing or another on the way. “Maraida!!!” He cooed,
“Father stop! She’s not even here!”
“Maraïda baby! Come to daddy now. He’s horny and ready to make you feel real good.”
Maraïda crawls her head under her knees, crying, scared, no! Terrified! She knew what her father wanted to do to her. She wasn’t ready. She wasn’t as strong as Marina. She would die.
“Maraïda!!!” Rico suddenly screams as opens the cupboard and Maraïda screams as well. “Now you’re going to get punished first because bad little girls get punished.”
“No! No please no!” Maraïda thrashed herself around, trying to free herself from her father’s strong grip, “mummy! Mummy help! Marina!”
Marina cried on the side, trying to fight her father off her sister, “please daddy don’t do that her please!! You can’t hurt her like that! Take me instead, please. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.” But none of this weighed any concerns on Rico. He wanted his pleasure and would get it. He pushes Marina vigorously to the side again.
“You don’t do daddy so good anymore Marina so fuck off!” He told her.
She stumbles inside a partially opened closet with sport equipments, hitting her head hard, making her view blurry; Maraïda’s screams almost fading off into a distance.
“Marina!!! Mummy!!! I don’t want to go. Help me please.”
Marina looks to the side and sports a baseball bat.
“Daddy!” She calls out to him. He doesn’t pay any attention to her, he still struggles to wrestle open his younger daughter’s legs, “Daddy!!” Marina yells, clutching hard on the bat, standing directly behind him. Rico turns abruptly,
“What?”
Blood splashes on Maraïda’s face as she watches her sister smash their father’s head with a bat.
“Die daddy die!” Marina continually screams as she releases hit after hit, pouring out all the anger she’d been holding in, “you’re evil, you’re mean. You killed mummy. You raped me. You ruin me! Die daddy!” And with one last hit:
Maraïda jumps up from her hospital bed, crying, screaming, thrashing herself around. A nurse runs out calling for the doctor. Dr. Andrew Seuss runs in with Jared Shenko closely behind,
“Stop! Stop it! Please Daddy! Marina!!!”
“It’s a panic attack. Probably from a dream. She needs to be sedated now before she over works herself.”
As Maraïda, heavily sedated falls back into a drowsy pit of darkness, the last thing Maraïda hears is a voice, a soothing British accent,
“It’s OK Maraïda! I’m here.”
“Please don’t lea-ve m…”
“I’ll never leave you.” Jared assures her as she finally dozes off.