Three hundred words will be easy
I just hope I don't get into trouble for going way overboard. I will post half what I call 'THE DREAM'. The first part of my novel is a bit rough and perhaps a little hard to understand until you get into the chapters. After reading this part, if you want me to paste the reast of it, let me know.
August 1759
PROLOGUE
THE DREAM
Roselynn felt his hand slip under her dress, disgustedly fondling her breast, while he forced her back against the stable wall, rubbing along her inner thigh. Frightened, she punched against his chest while kicking his legs, pleading, “Stop.” His response was to grin at her. The smile made him look like an evil demon that had risen from the pits of hell and her efforts to move him were useless.
In a state of panic, she placed her hands against the-stonewall, desperately searching, trying to find something to use for self-defense.
Her hand come across what felt like cold hard wood and with a quick glance, she found it to be the handle of a shovel. Grabbing it, she brought the heavy metal down hard on his booted foot, causing Jonathan to release her and howl out in pain.
The sudden movement sent him stumbling back, giving her the perfect opportunity. Roselynn hesitated, then turned the shovel around and swung, making a perfect connection with the side of his head.
The blow was so violent that his blood splattered all over her and down the front of her dress.
Jonathan stumbled backward and lost his balance, falling to the ground.
Her first thought was to run to the house and tell Samantha of her son’s foul deeds, but then thought better of it.
Once Jonathan’s mother saw his face and what she had done to her precious son, she would name her as his attacker. Samantha’s punishment would be to have her beaten with a leather strap.
Ever since her father had left her there at the age of ten, Roselynn knew deep in her heart that it would one day come to this.
The death of Leona, her mother had devastated her father. She recalled clearly the stressful words that had fallen from his lips.
“Sweetheart, you must understand, your mother meant the world to me, I loved her very much. We spent sixteen wonderful years together, and her death has taken its toll on me. I love you and you mean the world to me, as well. However, I cannot take care of you the way you need. Sweetheart, your father needs time to heal. That is why I must send you to your Aunt Samantha, she’ll take care of you until I get back to my old self.”
Roselynn remembered how poorly he appeared. His dark brown hair looked as if it hadn’t been combed in months. His once-brilliant blue eyes had turned to dark clouds of gray, making him look as though he hadn’t slept in weeks.
The first day at her aunt’s, Samantha had made it clear, she didn’t like nor care for her. Then, of course, there were her sons. Leon, age fifteen, always got her into trouble by blaming her for things he had done. Then there was Daniel, the same age as Roselynn. He liked hitting and pulling her hair.
And of course, Jonathan, the eldest of the three, at age seventeen, he always called her names and as she matured, he tried touching her in places that made her uncomfortable. Roselynn learned at an early age how to defend herself from these three swine’s. Though she had never been prepared for Jonathan’s sexual advances, she feared one day it would come to this. She also knew her only chance was to start running in the direction of the woods.
Taking off as if the hounds of hell were nipping at her heels, knowing in her heart one of them truly was.
Quickly, she looked behind her and saw Jonathan coming through the open doors and heading straight toward her.
Roselynn knew if he were to catch her, there wouldn’t be another chance to escape. She had nothing to defend herself with this time.
Frantically, she pushed herself faster, trying to escape from Jonathan Hawthorn, the foul memory of his lips pressed to hers.
Roselynn glanced over her shoulder, only to find Jonathan gaining ground. Her wildly pacing heart tripled its rapid rhythm. The forceful pounding against her chest made it feel as if it were about to burst. She softly whimpered, overwhelmed by her knowledge of what he intended to do to her.
He’d beat her, which was preferable to what he’d do next, rape! Her stomach turned with that thought, she preferred death over his abusive touch.
Roselynn recalled the first day she’d come to live with her aunt. The next five years she learned to put up with Jonathan’s foul teasing and taunting, fearing one-day he would carry out his threats.
Roselynn stumbled on an outcropping tree root and it sent her plummeting to the forest floor. Desperately she scrambled to her feet, but it was too late, Jonathan’s hand had already entangled in her hair, yanking her back.
The fierce pain caused her to scream out as she was viciously pulled against him.
With a fist full of her hair, Jonathan forcibly twisted, leaving her no choice but to turn and face him.
Roselynn looked into his eyes. They seemed drawn together, making him look evil and very deadly. For a minute, she thought he might kill her.
The side of his face was covered in blood where she had struck him. The blood had scurried down his neck, staining his shirt.
His nostrils flared and he wore an evil grin of triumph, one that told her he meant to have his revenge and enjoy it immensely.
That thought sent her fighting. Frantically, she kicked at his knee while biting and punched at him, yet her efforts were useless. Jonathon didn’t care how much pain or suffering he put her through, and this was only the start. Nothing compared to what he’d do next, Rape. That thought frightened her more and she started yelling, “Let go! Please, let go of me.”
Jonathan’s reply made her go still with petrifying fear.
“Just so you know, I am going to beat you until you or too weak to stand. As you fall at my feet, begging for mercy, you will find none, for I am going to rip off your dress and thrust myself into you, hard and deep. When I am done, I will do it again, until I no longer find enjoyment in it, or you die!”
Roselynn felt the sting of his hand as it come down hard across her cheek, but when she went to fall, his hand was still entangled in her hair, keeping her in place for his next blow.
Jonathan was laughing at her when she saw what might be her last chance to escape her tormentor. With all the strength she had within her small frame, she brought her left knee up and rammed it into his groin.
Jonathan bent over in pain and fell to the ground. At the same time, he tightened his grip around her hair, causing her to bend with him.
Losing the last of her sanity, Roselynn became frantic, trying to pry his fingers from her hair. “Please let me go.”
She was almost free when she felt his other hand grabbing a handful of hair, bringing her to her knees.
Roselynn looked up in time to see his fist clenched and knuckles turning white. He was going to hit her again, only this time it wasn’t open-handed.
Just before he brought his fist down, she thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye-something in the shadows, perhaps a rider in the distance.
Struggling desperately to free herself, she tried to move out of the way before his fist connected with the side of her head, but her attempt proved futile. The pain shot through her head, and dizziness set in. She tried to look back to make sure she wasn’t seeing things, but her vision was too blurred and she fell back. Everything went black.
