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Authors: Mette Glargaard
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was always trained and tanned, ready to pick up hookers and naive women who thought he was a real man and not a monster, fell backwards with great force, into the bannister at the top of the stairs that led down the floor below.
Marie could only continue to watch, her body now stiff with fear, her heart pounding. Her eyes were fixed at the scene that was unravelling in front of her; this had never happened before. Her mother had always tried to stop the beatings by pleading or yelling, but never had she become physical in return. Marie could feel her gut twisting into one big knot of disbelief as part of her wanted to crawl past them and run away and hide. She dared not plead with them to stop as that would only bring her father’s violence on herself. The problems were being exacerbated by the fact that both her parents were still really, really drunk.
Her father had been to a party two days before and as that one ended he had invited all the other people back to his apartment for things to continue. That had gone on all day before and throughout the night until all his friends had finally left. The evening before he had called Marie to join him and his guests and had shown her to them like a prize. While he held her arm with one hand, he had lasciviously cupped her small budding breast with the other. He had smiled drunkenly and proclaimed:
“I am so proud of my darling daughter.”
Marie had kept quiet, ignoring the fondling hand because she knew that one of his guests would soon steal the attention and they would get back to drinking; except they didn’t. Like some commodity for sale at a market, passed around for inspection amongst prospective purchasers, Marie had been handed around among the guests and her father had proudly announced that they should have a really good feel of her stunning breasts.
“It’s amazing how firm they are and how quickly they respond at such a young age!” her father had announced.
So the rest of the company groped her in turn even though her body very clearly signalled that she did not like it. Her face was pale and her eyes were fixed at a distant point in time that she only returned from when her mother finally came in and saw what was happening. She had grabbed Marie’s arm and pulled her away from the guests.
“Marie needs to go to school tomorrow. It’s her bedtime,” said her mother.
Her father gave everyone a sycophantic smile:
“She’ll stay Mrs. Senior Teacher. Did you hear her complain?”
Her mother had just given him a disgusted look and dragged her downstairs and tucked her into bed without a word. Then, just as she was about to go out of the door, her mother turned back into the room:
“I’m sorry I gave you such a father. He will never treat you like that or touch you again. I will make sure of it.”
She had then left and had actually gone back to her estranged husband’s party where she was soon talked into drinking with the others and they had been boozing heavily until the early morning. Marie got up to go to school, but she could sense that there was trouble in the air after the guests left the house. Her mother was staggering around the kitchen and then decided to go upstairs again; she told Marie she had to deal with the promise she’d made the night before.
Now her mother let out a cry like a banshee wail and launched herself towards her father. Her whole body would have slammed into him, but he managed to move away at the very last second and this time it was the turn of her mother’s body to crash into the bannister and, seemingly weakened by the first blow, it cracked and broke and a piece of it tumbled down the stairs; followed by her mother. The woman’s body behaved like a discarded rag doll as it bounced and rolled its way to the hallway below. She lay there looking dazed, but Marie hoped her mother’s drunken state would he have made her more supple for the fall.
Marie now started towards the stairs to go and see her mother,
Marie could only continue to watch, her body now stiff with fear, her heart pounding. Her eyes were fixed at the scene that was unravelling in front of her; this had never happened before. Her mother had always tried to stop the beatings by pleading or yelling, but never had she become physical in return. Marie could feel her gut twisting into one big knot of disbelief as part of her wanted to crawl past them and run away and hide. She dared not plead with them to stop as that would only bring her father’s violence on herself. The problems were being exacerbated by the fact that both her parents were still really, really drunk.
Her father had been to a party two days before and as that one ended he had invited all the other people back to his apartment for things to continue. That had gone on all day before and throughout the night until all his friends had finally left. The evening before he had called Marie to join him and his guests and had shown her to them like a prize. While he held her arm with one hand, he had lasciviously cupped her small budding breast with the other. He had smiled drunkenly and proclaimed:
“I am so proud of my darling daughter.”
Marie had kept quiet, ignoring the fondling hand because she knew that one of his guests would soon steal the attention and they would get back to drinking; except they didn’t. Like some commodity for sale at a market, passed around for inspection amongst prospective purchasers, Marie had been handed around among the guests and her father had proudly announced that they should have a really good feel of her stunning breasts.
“It’s amazing how firm they are and how quickly they respond at such a young age!” her father had announced.
So the rest of the company groped her in turn even though her body very clearly signalled that she did not like it. Her face was pale and her eyes were fixed at a distant point in time that she only returned from when her mother finally came in and saw what was happening. She had grabbed Marie’s arm and pulled her away from the guests.
“Marie needs to go to school tomorrow. It’s her bedtime,” said her mother.
Her father gave everyone a sycophantic smile:
“She’ll stay Mrs. Senior Teacher. Did you hear her complain?”
Her mother had just given him a disgusted look and dragged her downstairs and tucked her into bed without a word. Then, just as she was about to go out of the door, her mother turned back into the room:
“I’m sorry I gave you such a father. He will never treat you like that or touch you again. I will make sure of it.”
She had then left and had actually gone back to her estranged husband’s party where she was soon talked into drinking with the others and they had been boozing heavily until the early morning. Marie got up to go to school, but she could sense that there was trouble in the air after the guests left the house. Her mother was staggering around the kitchen and then decided to go upstairs again; she told Marie she had to deal with the promise she’d made the night before.
Now her mother let out a cry like a banshee wail and launched herself towards her father. Her whole body would have slammed into him, but he managed to move away at the very last second and this time it was the turn of her mother’s body to crash into the bannister and, seemingly weakened by the first blow, it cracked and broke and a piece of it tumbled down the stairs; followed by her mother. The woman’s body behaved like a discarded rag doll as it bounced and rolled its way to the hallway below. She lay there looking dazed, but Marie hoped her mother’s drunken state would he have made her more supple for the fall.
Marie now started towards the stairs to go and see her mother,
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