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Post by Pebble on Sept 11, 2016 3:33:19 GMT
Alula wasn't even sure what she was doing. Exploring? Just opening doors? Yeah, she didn't even know what. However, what she was going to fine was something she would regret. Something that would bring back such horrid memories, memories that she wished never existed. This door, it was different. She didn't know why, but it was. She opened the door and regretted it. Two bodies, both she recognized, melded together in a perfect artwork of what she knew to be sex. The memories were starting to creep to her mind as she fought them, eyes widened as she silently stepped back out, closing the door as quietly as possible. She started shivering, legs threatening to buckle beneath her, almost as if they couldn't hold the heavy memories. She backed away from the door, the sounds suddenly loud as thunder in her ears. She knew those sounds. She had made those sounds once. Her back pressed against the wall s she slowly started away, panic seizing her shrinking frame as her breathing started to become short and raspy. She was looking for Dean. Looking for somebody she trusted. She quickly made her way around the bunker, eyes wide as she continued to fight the memories from ever resurfacing. She thought of other things, things that made her happy, as she searched for him. Relief flooded her body as she spotted him and she rushed towards him, her shivering form tiny and silent. "D-Dean! I-I- S-Sam- F-Fawn-" She had a horrible stutter, words slurred together as she tried to communicate. The memories hit her worse than the bullet and her legs gave out, forcing her to her knees as she caved in, the memories too horrible for her. He would pin her, tell her it was pay time despite having done this less than an hour ago. He would bruise her, send her every which direction to please himself. Day after day he would do this before she got smart. She could recall the ropes digging deep into her flesh, leaving her defenseless against him. She could recall how she was half concious as he did his thing. She recalled it all, recalled the way he would hold her, recall the way he would beat her into submission. Recall it all. She hadn't realized it but she was a ball now, sobbing on the ground as the terrible memories flooded every single part of her mind, until she could feel every single thing. The blood dripping down her arms, the bruises on her neck. Everything. She had finally broke.
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Post by Timur on Sept 11, 2016 4:14:46 GMT
Dean had been asleep, currently oblivious to what Alula had witnessed. Sam too hadn't been aware that she had seen him and Fawn, unaware that she was traumatized by their actions. However, Dean's sleep would soon be interrupted by a shaky and stutters form of Alula. Hearing his child's voice in such a pained manner was more than enough to wake him up. He sat straight up, a protectiveness surging through him. No. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. "Alula? Alula what's wrong?" Dean asked hurriedly, his gaze instantly fixed on his definitely-not-ok daughter. However, she quickly collapsed and that is when he flung the covers off himself, he did have his clothes on, and would rush to her side, the side of a broken person curled up into a self-defensive ball. Oh dear god what had happened to her? Dean would attempt to pick her up and hug her against his chest, doing the shoulder thumb rub thing to try and comfort her. She was crying. That was not something she did. That meant that something absolutely horrible had happened. Why had she said Sam and Fawn though? Well he'd shove that fact aside for now, focusing on comforting Alula from whatever she had experienced. "Alula, Alula hey I'm here, I'm here for you, you'll be ok I promise." he told her, holding the crying girl close to him. What the hell had happened to turn her into such a state?
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Post by Pebble on Sept 11, 2016 4:41:32 GMT
She was vaguely aware of Dean, rushing to her side, the memories rushing her with a terrible force. He held Alula close and she was confused at first, stuck between memories and reality. The memories took over and she could recall him grabbing her and holding her close, keeping her from ever running away. Instinct took over and she shut up, falling limply in his arms for a few seconds, confusion rippling along with her cries of pain. She would then attempt to push herself away from him, eyes wider than full moons, as fear gripped her and choked her, drowning her in memories. Her shoulder ached with the pressure it was being forced to endure, and she felt weak. Weak enough to give up and accept the fate she thought she was going to have to go endure. It wouldn't last long, right? Her eyes adjusted as she held her breath, afraid to cry for fear of being hit. Her anxiety caused her to shiver as she tried to stop crying. "P-plea-ase... d-dont..." She pleaded, lost in the memories. She was lost right now, lost and couldn't nose her way back out into the light.
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Post by Timur on Sept 11, 2016 5:12:43 GMT
She didn't seem quite... There. Yes she was physically in his arms, but her mental condition didn't seem so good. She must of had a huge scare, this proves it if nothing else did. He continued to say what he hoped to be comforting things to her, things like "Hey it'll be ok, I'm here to help, you'll be ok, I promise you'll be ok." she went limp for a moment, she shut up. Oh no had she fallen unconscious? Could that even happen? Then she moved, as if trying to get out of his grasp. Confusion was the next to hit him. Why was she trying to get away from him? Dean would allow her some more space, however made sure she was secure in his arms and wouldn't fall out. She held her breath, he noticed that. It couldn't be good. "Hey come on, just breath, it'll be ok, everything will be ok." more similar phrases would roll off his tongue. Dean would attempt to wipe away her tears. He had absolutely no idea what had traumatized her so much, but he did know that it wasn't good. then she spoke again, in the same way that tore out his heart and shredded it to pieces, only to shove it back in his chest again. "Please don't what? Alula I'm not going to hurt you, I'd never hurt you." he continued, starting to gently rock back and forth not unlike the way one rocked an infant when trying to help it fall asleep. She seemed to be stuck in some sort of dream, a mental trap sucking her into its depths and tearing her apart, he realized. So Dean would try and act like an anchor to root her to the earth, bring her back to reality. A place where she was warm and safe and loved and protected, a safe haven, a place where people would help her to be nice and not just to use her later.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 11, 2016 5:33:25 GMT
The words. They were new; he'd never say that. He wouldn't tell lies to her when he had her caught. The source was rocking her now, calming her and speaking soft words to her. The last sentence caught her attention and brought her back to earth, brought her back to what she hoped was a safe haven. "Y-Youre n-not him." She would say, voice breaking as she did. Her tears were wiped from her face as she again held her b breath, stopping herself from breaking out again. This was Dean. This was her father holding her. It wasn't him. "You w-wont d-do what h-he did." She was loosing her stutter as she closed her eyes, limp in his arms. He wouldn't harm her, he would protect her, he would hold her and talk to her and teach her. He wouldn't use her.
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Post by Timur on Sept 11, 2016 5:48:53 GMT
She spoke again, and the words made more sense. Dean wouldn't know who 'he' was though. Surely it couldn't be Sam? She had mentioned him and Fawn. Sam wouldn't ever do anything to hurt her. If it wasn't Sam, then who was it? Dean would go back to holding her close, allowing her head to rest against his chest as he gently brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face. The question still nagged at him though, who was he? What had he done? However, before he could address it, he noticed that she seemed to be trying to hold it in. No no no nono. That wasn't good. He learned it the hard way, and it became a bad habit slowly eating away at him from the inside out. There was no way he'd let Alu develop this habit as well. "Hey, just let it out ok? Holding everything in is really bad for you, trust me I know." he encouraged her to let her emotions out, instead of keeping them pinned up in a lead box like him. Once she got the tears out, then maybe he could ask who he was. But it wasn't good to ask until she was ready, and he'd readily wait for that moment. For now he continued the gentle rocking motion, and in all honest not even fully aware he was doing it. Dean just wanted her to be ok.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 11, 2016 6:04:22 GMT
Alula knew exactly who he was, but it wasn't Sam. Sam would never do such a thing; he's too big of a softie. Too kind. He, however, wasn't. He had put her through torture most of her life. He had been the one to ruin her, to shoot her down. He had taught her that crying was unacceptable unless you were alone. That's how you survived. She would ignore Dean's words and hold her a breath a bit longer before letting the shaky breath escape her. She was still shivering as she did so and she nearly broke again, but stopped the tears before they could fall, breath still being held for a few seconds before it was allowed to escape. She bit her tongue, trying her hardest not to break, which she was doing well, considering it was ready to spill. "I-im fine." She would lie, voice breaking a little.
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Post by Timur on Sept 11, 2016 15:41:06 GMT
No. No she was still holding it in. If it didn't come out now, when would it? If she held it in the feelings would only get worse, and it was very obvious that she didn't need any worse feelings. "I mean it Alula. Cry. Let it out, it'll only get worse if you don't." Dean said, his voice now containing a firm edge to it. Then she spoke again. Oh that was bull. She was not 'fine', she was about to break again. He could tell. He had done the same thing, watched Sam do the same thing, and it never ended well. "No, you're not. Just let it out. In fact, you'll feel better once you do." Dean said. It was quite possible that she had been holding this in since before, which would explain partly why she was in such a bad state. And when she let it out, she would of gotten it off her shoulders, and she would more than likely feel better. He just needed to get her to let it out.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 11, 2016 16:22:37 GMT
His words were working, as she almost broke again. She bit harder on her tongue, focusing on something else to think about, other than him. The man who had hurt her- oh no! She was thinking about him, she couldn't stop. And she broke again. "D-dean! Don't l-leave, don't th-hrow me on t-the streets-s! H-he'll f-find me!" She cried out through her sobs. "H-he did ho-orrible t-things, Dean! D-day... after day... d-day!" She cried out again, tears streaming down her face. "H-he forced it!" She added, finally breaking completely into a sobbing, shivering ball. She was trying, she really was, to stop crying, but she just couldn't. She bit the inside of her lip hard enough to make it bleed, and she focused on that. Her tears started to come to a stop as she started holding her breath again, afraid that he would hit her despite Dean's words.
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Post by Timur on Sept 11, 2016 16:45:50 GMT
She seemed to be trying to ignore him. He would understand that, but would still try and get her to let it out. Because holding it in was worse. And it would only get worse. And then it came. The words in between sobs, her begging him not to leave her. That he.. He forced it.
Then it clicked. He froze. he tried to deny it. It couldn't be what he thought it was. But it made sense. She stuttered out Fawn and Sam earlier, the two lovebirds. Forcing something. No. There was no way that anybody in their right mind would force such a thing onto such a young child. Well then this guy must not be in their right mind. A rage rose up in him. Who would do such a thing? Why? And the way she said it, it seemed to happen way to often. He now felt the strong urge to hunt down whoever this was and punch them in the face. However, he pushed it down, hoping that Alula didn't notice and take it the wrong way. He wasn't mad at her, no, he was mad at whoever caused her to be this way. Then he continued rubbing her shoulder, trying to comfort her. No matter how much he wanted what he thought to not be true, it fit to perfectly to not be. "I'm not going to leave you Alula, I promise." he said. There was no way he would simply toss her back out onto the streets, let her live such a horrible life again. And that was before he knew about the bit she had shoved into the deep dark corners of her mind. Sometimes the things that were shoved there only required a simple reminder to come back out. He made a mental note to talk to Sam about maybe locking the door so that this wouldn't happen again. "You're safe here, he wouldn't dare to come here. He wouldn't dare some anywheres near here. I won't let him." Dean reassured her, starting to do the rocking motion again even though his rage and fury at 'him' was threatening to spill over. He wouldn't let it show to her, no she didn't need to see it. He had enough control to spare her, to hold it back to a more appropriate time. Ironic, as he was trying to get Alula to spill her feelings.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 11, 2016 17:03:06 GMT
Alula couldn't hold it back. She just continued to cry, shivering. She was in such a state, it was almost like she was 10 again. When she first escaped, when she had managed to free herself of him. She remembered that day, the day she ran as hard as she could, jumping over things with him hot on her tail. She had busted across the street, dodging cars and people. That bridge. The bridge that had saved her. It was a small river below, yes. But she had jumped into the water, the freezing water and escaped. She cried even harder. She pressed her self against Dean, sobbing, as she shivered. "He did it..." She managed, choking on her tears. Dean would keep her safd, he wouldn't let him go near Alula.
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Post by Timur on Sept 11, 2016 17:18:01 GMT
No wonder why she was in such a state. Actions on the level would leave anyone traumatized, only worse the younger they were. Alula shouldn't of ever of had to experience it, no one should of. People should be decent enough not to, but of course some people were just plain out physco. People weren't normally his area, but this one would be an exception. She pressed against him, the flow of tears making a wet spot on his shirt. Dean didn't mind though. She spoke again, causing Dean to again struggle to keep the anger down. "He'll never do it again, I promise you that." Dean told her, making sure he continued to rub her shoulder and rock gently, the shivering form of Alula secure and safe in his arms. No wonder why she had tried to push away, him holding her probably triggered the poor girl with more memories of the horrible guy. So he decided to make up for that and comfort her, the beginnings of a plot for revenge formulating in the back of his mind. No way in hell was Dean going to let the guy get away scot free.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 11, 2016 17:31:20 GMT
He was making so many promises; could he keep them? She didn't know, but she trusted him. She took in shaky breaths, getting the tears to stop. She was holding her breath again, tired of seeming weak. She hated crying in front of others; she would rather have it eat her from the inside out then to ever cry in front of others. She shivered before attempting to detach herself from Dean. If she could get away from his comforting hold, it would be easier to stop. "I'm... fine..." Her voice was very small, breaking, but she was hiding it. She held her breath again, weakly attempting to break away to make herself stop this flow of emotions. She didn't understand them, didn't know what to do with them. So, she would bottle them back up.
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Post by Timur on Sept 16, 2016 0:03:29 GMT
Dean Winchester Dean would keep them. She would be ok in the end, and the guy wouldn't ever do anything to her ever again. And there was no way he would ever leave her. Considering the family business and her lack of education, she'd likely stay here for the rest of her life. And Dean was good with that. He'd be able to keep an eye on her and make sure she was doing well. Alu kept on trying to hold it all in, which Dean knew was bad. She spoke again, still trying to hold it in. This time she tried to get away from his hold, and he would loosen it a bit to give her some wriggle room but knew that she wasn't ok and still needed help. "No you're not fine, and that's ok. You just need some time to let it all out. Stop bottling it up Alula, it'll only get worse." Dean spoke, pressing his lips to her head in what would be called a kiss. She still needed to be weaned from street life, and he was determined to do so. One step was to get her to learn that weaknesses weren't always a bad thing, and that you needed to let your emotions go sometimes. Hopefully this would teach her some of that.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 16, 2016 1:08:19 GMT
Alula didn't want to stop bottling it up; she didn't want the emotions to escape and spill onto the earth. She didn't want any of this, she just wanted to hide, to break away, to free herself of the memories. She thought this wasn't the way. "Let... me go!" Stubbornness kicked in and she tried harder, tears starting to fall down her face again as he kissed her forehead. All she needed was the get away from his hold, to sit down by herself and take a breather. That's all she needed, all she wanted. She turned her pitiful brown and green gaze to him, begging him to let her go, to let her bottle the emotions right back up. The hide them under her bed.
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