Sophie struggled to get to the front door of the cottage. She stumbled over her own feet falling just before her hand could reach the brass knob.
Caleb, dressed in his overalls with a straw-hat wobbling on top of his pointed head, grabbed her by the feet and drug her back over the aged hardwood floor. She screamed in terror as her shirt slid halfway up, causing splinters to inject themselves into the skin of her belly. She rolled from side to side, kicking and screaming, trying to free herself from his monstrous grip – but to no avail. His mother sat over in her brown and maroon plaid lazy chair, cackling full volume. All her teeth missing except for one; second from the front on the bottom row.
Sophie told him many times that she wasn’t interested in dating him, but they would always be friends. He struggled with the notion that someone else could be her soulmate. Being the teacher’s aide in school sometimes came with a price. Her golden hair and eyes as blue as the ocean attracted many.
His mother called for him. He tied Sophie’s hands and feet up with a straw rope, her knees bent up to her chin, she was left in the corner of his room to sob. She looked around, spotting only a wrought iron twin bed with box springs, no mattress.
Slow on his feet, his mother came to him. She ripped the worn leather belt from his waist, beating him while he covered his head in agony. She pulled a small bottle, labelled poison from the pocket stitched into her housekeeping uniform, tilting his head back by way of his hair, she poured the contraption down his throat, dropping the bottle then holding his nose to make him swallow. She referenced the fact, she never wanted a son, she always wanted to be a girl mom. She ran her hand through her stringy, gray hair as she wondered aloud what to do with Sophie.
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