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quite like this. Later in her life, she would come to compare it with the character you would see in the movies, the ones in the most scary horror films. Gone was the original human being, replaced with something terribly evil and satanic, a creature without conscience, one that was driven to punish and hurt in order to survive.
Although Marie was now twelve and no longer a little girl, she crawled under the desk in the living room, without making the slightest noise. She’d had many years of practice in making herself invisible and silent. She crouched in a fetal position, pressed against the far corner, sticking her fingers in her ears in a vain attempt to block out the raging madness. Unfortunately, she could still see everything from where she crouched, but she could not close her eyes; the world would go to pieces if she closed them. She had to look at the normal things around her to be sure that they still existed and not everything had gone totally crazy.
Her father reached out, and for a moment it seemed as if he would take hold of her mother’s shoulder, but his hand moved quickly to the left and landed with a hard slap on her cheek. Her mother lost her balance and stumbled with a shocked expression. Marie saw it all happen in slow motion; she saw how the terror flooded her mother’s face. He swung his arm again and with the back of his hand sent her mother crashing to the floor when she lost her footing and slipped in her worn slippers.
He glanced over to the desk where Marie hid.
“Now look there! Now you have made Marie afraid again! Why are you doing this to us, you bloody, brainless bitch? I try and try to get it to work, but you just have to ruin everything!”
His latest outburst now came as he bent over his wife, who lay on the floor. Dust particles danced around in the morning sun like a swarm of tiny insects. Her mother’s interest in cleaning was very limited so months could go by in between the vacuum cleaner making an appearance.
The only reason that Marie had gone upstairs, to the apartment where he now lived alone, was to prevent her mother provoking him; his rage wasn’t limited to her mother but included Marie as a target as well. But now the evening’s events were over and they were alone, her mother definitely wanted to tell him what she thought of his behavior the night before.
“Ignore it now and just pretend nothing had happened”, said Marie.
Now he screamed his frustrations with her mother, his cheeks quivering while his foot crashed into her hip. She screamed in pain as the brutal kick seemed to bring her round from the shock and fright of the slap.
“No more! No more! Stop!” she shouted, but her cries just seemed to excite him even further.
“You inept bitch!” he said almost calmly and too quietly that it reinforced the contempt and ominous nature of his voice. “What have I ever done to deserve to live with some cow as totally useless as you?”
The question remained unanswered, of course, although it was not quite true that they still lived together.
Then suddenly something happened. As if all the muscles in her mother’s body tensed up at the same time, she pulled herself to her feet with blood dripping from the second blow, and her left cheek already coloring from the slap. For a moment it seemed that she would leave the room, but then she turned quickly around and kicked out at his groin. Although her foot grazed his thigh and the kick lost a little power it was enough to get him to stagger backwards and then curl up, while his mouth shaped into an O.
She stooped to get Marie from under the desk and that was her undoing. By the time they were together and moving out of her father’s living room and towards the stairs he had recovered enough to come after them. He tried to grab his wife by the arm, but she pushed him away. Still slightly curled up from the kick in his balls, he was not fully stable and he was not expecting further resistance. His body, which
Although Marie was now twelve and no longer a little girl, she crawled under the desk in the living room, without making the slightest noise. She’d had many years of practice in making herself invisible and silent. She crouched in a fetal position, pressed against the far corner, sticking her fingers in her ears in a vain attempt to block out the raging madness. Unfortunately, she could still see everything from where she crouched, but she could not close her eyes; the world would go to pieces if she closed them. She had to look at the normal things around her to be sure that they still existed and not everything had gone totally crazy.
Her father reached out, and for a moment it seemed as if he would take hold of her mother’s shoulder, but his hand moved quickly to the left and landed with a hard slap on her cheek. Her mother lost her balance and stumbled with a shocked expression. Marie saw it all happen in slow motion; she saw how the terror flooded her mother’s face. He swung his arm again and with the back of his hand sent her mother crashing to the floor when she lost her footing and slipped in her worn slippers.
He glanced over to the desk where Marie hid.
“Now look there! Now you have made Marie afraid again! Why are you doing this to us, you bloody, brainless bitch? I try and try to get it to work, but you just have to ruin everything!”
His latest outburst now came as he bent over his wife, who lay on the floor. Dust particles danced around in the morning sun like a swarm of tiny insects. Her mother’s interest in cleaning was very limited so months could go by in between the vacuum cleaner making an appearance.
The only reason that Marie had gone upstairs, to the apartment where he now lived alone, was to prevent her mother provoking him; his rage wasn’t limited to her mother but included Marie as a target as well. But now the evening’s events were over and they were alone, her mother definitely wanted to tell him what she thought of his behavior the night before.
“Ignore it now and just pretend nothing had happened”, said Marie.
Now he screamed his frustrations with her mother, his cheeks quivering while his foot crashed into her hip. She screamed in pain as the brutal kick seemed to bring her round from the shock and fright of the slap.
“No more! No more! Stop!” she shouted, but her cries just seemed to excite him even further.
“You inept bitch!” he said almost calmly and too quietly that it reinforced the contempt and ominous nature of his voice. “What have I ever done to deserve to live with some cow as totally useless as you?”
The question remained unanswered, of course, although it was not quite true that they still lived together.
Then suddenly something happened. As if all the muscles in her mother’s body tensed up at the same time, she pulled herself to her feet with blood dripping from the second blow, and her left cheek already coloring from the slap. For a moment it seemed that she would leave the room, but then she turned quickly around and kicked out at his groin. Although her foot grazed his thigh and the kick lost a little power it was enough to get him to stagger backwards and then curl up, while his mouth shaped into an O.
She stooped to get Marie from under the desk and that was her undoing. By the time they were together and moving out of her father’s living room and towards the stairs he had recovered enough to come after them. He tried to grab his wife by the arm, but she pushed him away. Still slightly curled up from the kick in his balls, he was not fully stable and he was not expecting further resistance. His body, which
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