I wish I can say that I dreamed. But I can't. Because as I fell asleep, I was plagued with nightmares that should stayed in the past.
"Clairy! Run! Run and don't look back, sweetheart!" Mommy screams at me over the sharp and loud sounds around us.
"Daddy, mommy! I'm scared!"
"I know you are baby! But right now you need to go!" Daddy gently pushes me through the small hidden door in my room. I grab his arm tightly before he can pull away.
"Why can't you and mommy and Austin come? There's enough room! We can leave together!"
Daddy cups my cheeks in his large hands, shakily wiping my tears away, though they continue to fall.
"Because sweetheart, we have to make sure that they don't get to you. Austin is...Austin is going bye bye for a while. And so are we."
I look at him and mommy in fear. "When are you coming back??"
Daddy opens his mouth to speak, but before he can there's a loud bang as the door slams open. Mommy and I let out loud screams and daddy shoves me inside the hidden tunnel.
I know I should run away, but I can't. I can't leave mommy and daddy and Austin. This way they can't leave me. I don't like being alone, they know that!
I cringe when I hear an unfamiliar voice. The man sounds mean and harsh.
"Now now Phantomhives, no loud notices like that. We found one safe, but it didn't have as much as we wanted. Tell us where the rest is, and we'll kill you quickly."
Kill? They want to kill mommy and daddy??
"We don't have anymore! Our branch of the company isn't doing well! You took it all!" Daddy's voice rings throughout the room. It sounds strong and confident, but I can hear fear behind it. I've never seen daddy scared...
The scary man roars in anger, then suddenly mommy is yanked away from the door as daddy is grabbed and pulled also. They both struggle and yell to let them go. I cover my mouth with my hand, silencing my sobs. Daddy told me as we were running to my room to be as quiet as possible, so that's what I'll do.
Other men, just as scary as the first, drag mommy and daddy into the middle of the room, forcing them onto their knees. The man that has been doing the talking so far laughs cruelly at daddy as he tries to get out of the men's hold to get to mommy. Without a word, he walks up to daddy and slits his throat with a knife.
As daddy falls back, I scream behind my hand, making sure that it's quiet. I look into daddy's eyes as he makes choking sounds. I look at his neck and see blood pool out.
Mommy screams and cries and struggles against the bad men. "No! You killed him!"
The scary man smirks dangerously at mommy. He grabs her hair, causing her to yelp in pain as he yanks her closer to his face.
"He's not dead yet, Mrs. Phantomhive. I didn't cut him deep enough. I want him to watch as we all take you, every single one of us."
I look at the other men as the lick their chapped lips and stare at mommy with a hungry look.
Mommy struggles even more while the man starts taking off her clothes. Daddy makes gurgling sounds in protest, but is too weak to get up. One of the bad men prop daddy up, ignoring the blood that's pouring on him, so that daddy can watch them hurt mommy.
And they do. They hurt mommy over and over again, each of the men taking multiple turns as she sobs and tries to get away.
I'm not stupid. I know what they're doing to mommy. In school, the councilor told us all about rape and how bad it is. When parents got mad at them for telling their children about such horrible things, the teachers and principle responded by saying that ten years old is old enough to hear about such things.
Each of them rape mommy, sometimes multiple men at one time. Her screams mingle with my sobs until finally they all have had their fill. Then, the bad man mercilessly slits her throat like he did with daddy, but this time deeper since mommy stops moving quicker than he did.
I stare at mommy and daddy, hoping to see one of them move, to come to me and pick me up, telling me that it'll be alright.
But it doesn't happen. And it never will again.
I finally can't help it. I scream loudly, letting it ring sharply through the stained red room. The men look around, trying to find the sound when finally one of them points over to me.
For a moment,I'm completely frozen as the scary man walks over to me. Right before he gets to the hidden room, I get a hold on myself and start crawling away. But, the small door opens and I feel a huge hand wrap around my ankle, yanking back and out of the tunnel. I try to scurry away, but the man turns me onto my back to face him.
My eyes meet with sinister green ones as the scary man smirks slowly.
"We were wondering where the little Phantomhive girl was. Looks like we have a way to get more money after all, men!" The other bad men cheer merrily. The scary guy turns back to me, stroking my hair, bouncing my springy ringlets. "Such a pretty little slut. You have no idea how much people will pay to ravish you. You're going to make us rich, little whore." I whimper at the mean names he throws at me, still struggling to get away.
Suddenly, I feel a fist collide with my face, and everything goes dark.
I shoot up in bed, gasping for air. I shakily push my hair out of my face as cold air bites at my exposed, sweaty skin. Closing my eyes, I wipe the tears on my cheeks away.
I haven't had that nightmare in so long...
I sigh and shake my head, silently stepping out of bed. I patter over to my bag that Edward left in here for me and take out some lacy black undergarments, along with some black tights and a plain red, loose wife beater.
I go into the bathroom only to find a tub without a shower. I sigh but close and lock the door behind me and turn on only the hot water. As I let the bathtub fill with steaming water, I take off all my gross, damp clothes. I take a long look at my naked self with distaste. Don't get me wrong, I have an amazing body. Much better than most twelve year olds. My tummy is flat, which is the normal. But where most girls my age have no shape, I have a curvy, hourglass figure. Where most girls are skin and bones, I am toned with only a little fat to bring me my shape. And where as most twelve year old girls have no chest what so ever, I have rather large C 36 cup breasts.
All of that, along with my heart shaped face, silky black ringlets and large blue eyes, framed with long and thick black lashes, it makes me look sexy and beautiful. I know that I am. It would be considered a blessing, and I've been told so multiple times. But my soft and feminine body is what caused me to go through hell.
I scowl at the mirror and turn away abruptly. I see that the tub is full so I turn off the water. I flinch as I step into the steaming hot water, my skin turning red where it touches. But I revel in the hot pain, letting it soak into my bones.
After relaxing for a few minutes, I grab a sponge and bottles of incense that the room is stocked with. I look at my choices and debate between using the rose, strawberry, or peach. I stare at them a moment before choosing both the strawberry and peach, deciding to simply use them both.
I lather the scents into my skin and let them soak into my skin. Keeping the incenses on for a while, I slowly shave until I can't feel a hair on my body with the exception of on my head.
Rinsing the oils off, I'm left smelling like the two fruits. I wash my hair with only my conditioner, so that the oil stays in to make my hair go into it's natural ringlet curls.
I unplug the drain and let the water shrink as I step out of the tub. I towel off and then change into my clean clothes, putting the old ones into the clothes basket. I clean my cut on my arm, which looks a little worse than I thought it was. I suppose it'll leave a scar. I shrug at this and then wrap the healing wound with gauze.
I leave the bathroom and walk into the hall. Looking around, I marvel in how much more elegant the manor looks now than it isn't under Howard's care. I run my fingers against the wall as I walk down stairs, towards the kitchen. I switch on the lights and step in, shivering a little when my feet go from the cold wood floor to freezing marble. I walk silently to the fridge tall and reach up to grab an apple. I mange to get it and then step back, only to come into contact with a hard, warm body. I stumble away, turning quickly to the person I bumped into, to find Sebastian looking at me with raised eyebrows.
I gain my composure once more as I close the fridge door and lean against the counter. I look at the demon as I bite into my juicy apple.
"It's rather early in the morning for you to be awake, Lady Clarissa." His silky voice turns mocking when he adds, "Little children need their sleep."
I shoot him a glare before replying. "I didn't want to fall back asleep, so I got up."
"Oh? And why did you not want to go back to sleep, Lady Clarissa?"
"First, don't call me Lady Clarissa. It's JUST Claire." I say with a pointed look. "Also, my reasoning for not wanting to sleep is none of your concern."
Sebastian chuckles, sending goosebumps down my arms. He steps closer, making me want to step away, though I don't. He's right in front of me now, looking down at my face in amusement. I curse my short stature at times like this
"Did you have a bad dream, maybe?"
My eyes narrow up at him as I take another slow bite from my apple. "All dreams are bad, demon."
His eyes turn curious as he tilts his head to the side a tad, revealing a pale and smooth neck that I'd love to bite. "Why do you say that?"
"Because. Dreams are either memories, or things that could happen. You can't control your dreams. And I like having control. So they're bad."
Sebastian chuckles again and leans down closer to me, then whispers in my ear as my breath hitches at his close proximity. "Such a little thing. Yet you act to mature. You even look mature." His hands travel to my hips, yanking me close to him. I want to moan at his touch as it alone sends heat to my core, but I resist the absurd urge.
"I wonder if you feel mature also." His large hands make their way up and to my breasts, cupping them and squeezing them firmly. Again, I almost moan from the pain mixed with pleasure from his hands. Somehow, I hold the sound in and instead shoved him away. I hide the lust in my eyes that would match his heated look.
"I suppose you'll have to continue wondering, you bitch of a demon.", I say harshly, hoping that the insult would get the hungry look out of his eyes; which it does.
Now he looks at me with annoyance, then smirks as he speaks smugly. "You are going to have to change your clothes."
"Excuse me?? I will not!"
Sebastian smiles, showing his fangs a little. "Yes, you will. You see, no one else can know that you're from a different time. And those clothes are a dead give away to that. You'll have to wear a dress. I will see if Mey-Rin can find anything that will fit you."
My cheeks heat up with my anger, hating that I can't argue with his logic.
"Fine. Send her to my room as soon as possible."
"Will you be coming down for breakfast afterwards, Lady Clarissa?" I glare at him even more when he uses my full name.
I reply sharply as I turn towards the kitchen door, holding up my apple. "This is my breakfast, idiot." I don't give the demon enough time to respond as I stalk out of the kitchen and to my room to await this Mey-Rin chick.