The Cursed Child - S01 E04

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The Cursed Child - S01 E04

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

Olivia returned home late in the night when she was sure her aunt would be sleeping. She knocked on Chris’s window, the only person in the house who wasn’t completely hostile to her. He was bad just like the others but he was always the one to ask them to stop when things got too much.
“Are you kidding me?” Chris said when he lifted his curtain and found Olivia there.

“You want her to kill me instead?” He said.
“Please Chris, help me.”
Chris thought about it for a moment and looking at her with renewed interest he said, “Under one condition.”
“What?” Olivia asked.
“You will do whatever I tell you to do.”

“I promise. I will wash your clothes and even clean your room if you like.”
He laughed and opened his window to let her through.
“Thank you so much, Chris.” Olivia said.

“Not so fast,” Chris said. “Get on the bed.” He motioned his head towards the bed.
“Do you want me to wash your beddings?” Olivia asked.

He laughed. “Such innocence….” He shook his head and walked to the door to confirm if it was locked and walked back to where she was standing. “You promised to do something for me and now I want you to get on the bed and take off your pants.”

“No-“ Olivia was about to shout but Chris rushed to cover her mouth with his fat hand.
“Be very very careful what you do from this point forward.” He said. “Is it better for you to be here in my room or be out there with my mother, huh?”
Olivia tried to say something but his hand was still covering her mouth.

“I can’t hear what you’re saying so just listen to me like the good child that you are. Even if you scream, no one is going to believe what you say. You are just a demon possessed girl that came to my room to seduce me. I will tell that to my mother and she will believe me and send you out of this house. Now get on the bed and open your legs wide.” He pushed her onto the bed.

“Please Chris, I am your cousin, I am begging you.” Olivia got up from the bed. “Please don’t do this to me.” She implored her twenty year old cousin. “I am like your sister…you are not supposed to do this to me.” She cried.

“You know what, you talk too much.” Chris pushed her back on the bed. He positioned himself on top of her, quickly putting his hand over her mouth again.

“If you even think about kicking, breathing, or crying I swear I will kill you.” He warned her. “My mother and sister will help me bury your body in the backyard and no one will miss you.” ‘
Chris slowly removed his hand and waited to see if she was going to scream again. Olivia surprised him by putting her own hand over her mouth to stifle her cries. Looking very satisfied, he smiled and yanked her pants down. The five minutes that followed were the worst five minutes the ten-year-old had ever experienced. Chris kicked her out of his room the moment he was done.
Olivia limped to her room and stopped at the door to take it the huge hole in it from Chris’ kick earlier in the day. There was no more safe haven for her in this hell her parents had left her in. Aunt Hilda could pounce on her whenever she wanted and now Chris was going to keep coming for her every night. Olivia pushed the door to the side and stepped into her bedroom. She grabbed a blanket from her bed and went into a corner to sob under it.

Olivia slept in that position, curled up into a ball under the heavy blanket. However, when she woke up the next morning, she was comfortably laying on her bed, neatly covered by the same blanket.

When did I get here ? Olivia wondered to herself.
She lifted the blanket off of her and it was then she noticed the dry blood under her fingernails. She jumped out of the bed, screaming.

Is this my blood? She had washed off the blood she was covered in earlier in the day in Aunt Hilda’s bedroom at a friend’s house so it didn’t make sense that she would have blood on her again. She lifted the beddings to check but there was no sign of blood anywhere. But just as she pulled the blankets back over her bed, images of the events that transpired the previous night flashed across her face.
The first image was of her trying to fight Chris away in his room. Is this his blood?
Olivia wondered. She ran towards Chris’ room but she was forced to stop when she saw the trail of blood running from his room to the living room. His door was wide open and it didn’t appear as if he was inside. Gripped by fear, Olivia followed the trail of blood all the way outside where she found a few of their neighbors camped and talking amongst themselves.

“You didn’t go with your aunt to the hospital?” It was the woman that lived two houses away from them that asked.
Olivia shook her head. “Did something happen?”
“Are you telling me you slept through all that commotion?” Another neighbor asked.
Olivia didn’t answer. She could already sense that whatever had happened in the night had a lot to do with her.

“How did you not hear your brother screaming the whole neighborhood down?” Asked an elderly woman she could not recognize.

“I drank a cough syrup last night.” She lied. Why was she feeling guilty? She wondered.
Mrs. Ndlovu, the next door neighbor walked over to her and put her hand over her shoulders. “Some man broke into your brother’s room through the window and cut off his….“ She left her sentences hanging as she could not bring herself to say the word. She turned to her friends for assistance.

“What should I call it for the sake of the child?” She asked.
They all stared at each other blankly.

Olivia did not need to wait for the neighbors to come up with the appropriate word. The answer was written all over their flustered faces.