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- Apr 9, 2009
“VICTORIA!”
Can she get any louder?
“VICTORIA!” The shrill of her voice put dog whistles to shame.
“Mother….I can hear you. You don’t have to yell.”
“Do Not. DO NOT. What have I told you about contractions, dear? They make you sound…”
“Brief. Nonchalant. Normal?”
“No.”
“Uneducated?”
“Stupid.”
Victoria rolled her eyes and dropped her white cell on the nightstand. The clunk drew a gasp from her mother and even that was a screech. Rays of sunshine warmed her feet as she untangled her long olive tinted legs from her Egyptian cotton sheets. Ever since she was a little rascal, Tori loved basking in the sun’s glow. It was her security blanket and it engulfed her in a tight embrace as she moved toward her bedroom window. She could hear her mother babbling on, as such was their morning ritual. Her mother would call and wake her from whatever stranger’s house she was currently shacked up in and Victoria would pretend to listen to her scolding while staring longingly out the window of their abode. It was exhausting and she had a bit of a headache after, but everyday it was the same just as the rising of the sun.
She balanced herself on the window sill, looked past the dew covered shades of green and out over the shimmering blues of the lake. Land rested on the other side of the mass of water. Its edged was lined with trees and other shrubbery dotted with nuts and berries. The view was beautiful and Tori was sure it was just as amazing up close.
“Have you heard a word I have said?“ It was obvious in her tone, her mother was shooting a glare straight through the boundaries of time and space at Victoria. The hazel pair matched her own except Tori’s weren’t bloodshot. The only thing Tori inherited from her mother was her looks. She thanked god for that.
“Of course. It’s always the same. You’re lazy. You’re getting fat. You need to study more. You need to sleep more. You’re too skinny. Suck in your stomach. Those slacks are too tight. Put on something to hide ‘it’.” Victoria pinched her nose, mimicking her mother’s voice as her other hand moved like a ventriloquist’s puppet. She heard labored breathing through the slight static across the room. Her mother was attempting to remain compose and failing horribly. A click of a tongue followed by a loud swallow meant it was time to take the phone off speaker. Things were about to get loud.
Victoria stumbled over her feet to get to the iphone and muted it before the voice of her mother woke the neighbors. Well. Despite the lack of neighbors to wake, Tori didn’t want to hear her mother cursing up a storm. She sighed and carried it back over to her window sill. Looking over everything felt like she was high in a tower. Rapunzel’s tower. The story had always been her favorite. It was easy to identify with. Rapunzel was a girl…locked away for having a beautiful…magical gift…never to see the world or enjoy its wonders. But maybe the story of princess Fiona better suited her. A monster…hidden away. She sighed and tucked her legs into her chest, balancing gracefully on the ledge. It didn’t matter which. She had no beautiful golden hair to set her free. No prince that would come rescue her. All she had was a computer and a lake to cool off in. Her family was wealthy enough for her to never go hungry…or cold…but no one, especially her mother could provide her with what she needed.
DING DONG Victoria lept to her feet at the sound. She wasn’t frightened of it. The exact opposite happened and cattails tickled the inside of her stomach as she bounded out of her room and down the steps. Her mother was still on the line, but she could care less. It had been over two weeks since anyone, even her mother had been to visit. Her private tutor was away for a few weeks of summer break and the house was dreadfully lonely. Being that Tori hardly left the house herself, she knew her mother arranged for supplies to be brought to the house. The door handle jiggled as she scooted down the oak steps. Whoever it was had a key. The door swung open and Tori stopped dead in her tracks.
“Is….is it really you?!”
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This story is about Victoria Beaumont. Her mother's forced her to be a shut in due to an extra 'gift' between her legs. Her mother is vain and worries having anyone find out Victoria's secret will destroy their families' reputation and status. So Tori spends most of her time with her private tutor or on her lonesome. Throughout her 18 yrs, visitors have come and gone. Her visitor could be an old companion, a tutor, house keeper, anything you'd like as long as she could logically recognize this person. Gender is up to you as well.
Can she get any louder?
“VICTORIA!” The shrill of her voice put dog whistles to shame.
“Mother….I can hear you. You don’t have to yell.”
“Do Not. DO NOT. What have I told you about contractions, dear? They make you sound…”
“Brief. Nonchalant. Normal?”
“No.”
“Uneducated?”
“Stupid.”
Victoria rolled her eyes and dropped her white cell on the nightstand. The clunk drew a gasp from her mother and even that was a screech. Rays of sunshine warmed her feet as she untangled her long olive tinted legs from her Egyptian cotton sheets. Ever since she was a little rascal, Tori loved basking in the sun’s glow. It was her security blanket and it engulfed her in a tight embrace as she moved toward her bedroom window. She could hear her mother babbling on, as such was their morning ritual. Her mother would call and wake her from whatever stranger’s house she was currently shacked up in and Victoria would pretend to listen to her scolding while staring longingly out the window of their abode. It was exhausting and she had a bit of a headache after, but everyday it was the same just as the rising of the sun.
She balanced herself on the window sill, looked past the dew covered shades of green and out over the shimmering blues of the lake. Land rested on the other side of the mass of water. Its edged was lined with trees and other shrubbery dotted with nuts and berries. The view was beautiful and Tori was sure it was just as amazing up close.
“Have you heard a word I have said?“ It was obvious in her tone, her mother was shooting a glare straight through the boundaries of time and space at Victoria. The hazel pair matched her own except Tori’s weren’t bloodshot. The only thing Tori inherited from her mother was her looks. She thanked god for that.
“Of course. It’s always the same. You’re lazy. You’re getting fat. You need to study more. You need to sleep more. You’re too skinny. Suck in your stomach. Those slacks are too tight. Put on something to hide ‘it’.” Victoria pinched her nose, mimicking her mother’s voice as her other hand moved like a ventriloquist’s puppet. She heard labored breathing through the slight static across the room. Her mother was attempting to remain compose and failing horribly. A click of a tongue followed by a loud swallow meant it was time to take the phone off speaker. Things were about to get loud.
Victoria stumbled over her feet to get to the iphone and muted it before the voice of her mother woke the neighbors. Well. Despite the lack of neighbors to wake, Tori didn’t want to hear her mother cursing up a storm. She sighed and carried it back over to her window sill. Looking over everything felt like she was high in a tower. Rapunzel’s tower. The story had always been her favorite. It was easy to identify with. Rapunzel was a girl…locked away for having a beautiful…magical gift…never to see the world or enjoy its wonders. But maybe the story of princess Fiona better suited her. A monster…hidden away. She sighed and tucked her legs into her chest, balancing gracefully on the ledge. It didn’t matter which. She had no beautiful golden hair to set her free. No prince that would come rescue her. All she had was a computer and a lake to cool off in. Her family was wealthy enough for her to never go hungry…or cold…but no one, especially her mother could provide her with what she needed.
DING DONG Victoria lept to her feet at the sound. She wasn’t frightened of it. The exact opposite happened and cattails tickled the inside of her stomach as she bounded out of her room and down the steps. Her mother was still on the line, but she could care less. It had been over two weeks since anyone, even her mother had been to visit. Her private tutor was away for a few weeks of summer break and the house was dreadfully lonely. Being that Tori hardly left the house herself, she knew her mother arranged for supplies to be brought to the house. The door handle jiggled as she scooted down the oak steps. Whoever it was had a key. The door swung open and Tori stopped dead in her tracks.
“Is….is it really you?!”
- - - - - - - - - - - -
This story is about Victoria Beaumont. Her mother's forced her to be a shut in due to an extra 'gift' between her legs. Her mother is vain and worries having anyone find out Victoria's secret will destroy their families' reputation and status. So Tori spends most of her time with her private tutor or on her lonesome. Throughout her 18 yrs, visitors have come and gone. Her visitor could be an old companion, a tutor, house keeper, anything you'd like as long as she could logically recognize this person. Gender is up to you as well.