|Lucky? You could say that
Author: Leahbasa PM
Of the misfortunes that befell the orphans upon returning to Miss Hattie's Home for Girls. Warning: contains child abuse, violence.Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Angst - Miss Hattie - Words: 688 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 1 - Published: 09-12-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8520094
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Thus follows the terrible tale of what befell the poor orphans after being returned to the wrathfull arms of Miss Hattie. We shall begin with the car ride from Gru's residence.
Miss Hattie spoke not a word nor glared at the girls through the mirror, as was custom with Miss Hattie.
This led the girls to understand exactly how furious their current guardian was.
Immediatly following their arrival home, Miss Hattie dragged the girls to the "time-out closet". They had visited this room enough times to understand exactly what went on in this room, and it definetly was not time-outs, as the name implies.
The girls knew the routine, having lived in this wretched place long enough. Agnes and Edith, the younger two, sat down on the bench outside the room and Margo stayed standing, volunteering herself to be the first victim.
Miss Hattie, however, had other plans. She shoved Margo onto the bench none too gently and dragged Agnes in first.
The young child trembled, but knew what was expected. She put her hands on the wall and braced herself.
Miss Hattie pulled a thick leather strap from the wall. Taking a deep breath, she cracked it against the child's back.
The strap tore her shirt and a welt began to raise. Miss Hattie whipped her again and again. Her shirt was stained with blood. She silently sobbed.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Finally, Agnes could bear no more. She fell to the floor. Miss Hattie picked her up by the back of her shredded shirt. A blow landed on her right cheek, then her left. An open hand smacked her soft cheeks until they we black and blue. She couldn't see through her swollen eyes.
Finally, she fainted. Miss Hattie put her in a cardboard box, taped it shut and carried it to the front hall. Then she returned and beckoned Edith inside with the leather strap.
One hour later, three boxes lay in the front hall. There was no sound from inside. Miss Hattie sat at her desk, content. They had all been beaten to blackness, laying unconsious in their respective boxes. When they woke up, she had a wooden ruler with their names on it.
Unfortunatly for Miss Hattie, she had taken her beating one step too far. The two youngest girls were in a better place, reunited with their families. The eldest was near death. She was currently teetering on the fine line amidst the living and those in heaven, leaning towards the latter. Her sisters had beat her there. Lucky? You could say that.
Inside Margo's box, the girl shifted uncomfortably. This small movement sent pain up her torn up back. This was bad. She was used to the occasional beating from Miss Hattie. A few whacks to the back with a hand or strap. Means that you'll be sleeping on your stomach for a night or two. A smack in the face or a painful collision with a fist. Means you won't be selling cookies until the bruises fade. But this? This was bad.
She longed to get to her sisters. The pain of not knowing their welfare hurt her more than the bruises which covered her skin or the pool of blood she was laying in. She closed her eyes, hoping to sleep away her mental and physical agony. She never opened them again.
Thus ends our short story of misfortune. There could be an epilogue dealing with the execution of law involving the arrest and trial of a certain unlucky orphanage director, the grieving of Mr. Gru, and other boring events. However, we shall skip it for we have already finished the important details. Three girls have died. It matters not whose fault, or the reason. What happened after is unimportant as well, seeing as nothing will bring them back. Oh well. No worries. They have all been reuntied with their families. Agnes, I've heard, has also become aquainted with a life-sized unicorn roaming the Kingdom of the Lord and all three live happily in heaven.
Lucky? You could say that.