Dorothy arrived home, tears streaking her face never before had she seen her father so angered, she was crying in the arms of her mother when he returned. Marching in he grabbed her roughly by the arm escorting her to the back yard dragging her from her mother.
Elvira pleaded with him “Please Cenemin, she’s just a girl”. Glaring back at his wife the anger clearly written on his face. “ she thought she was a woman early she can be treated as one now”. Eliva slumped back into her chair, head in her hands as tears rolled down her face as her daughters screams could be heard from outside.
“Please Papa” Dorothy sobbed as her father dragged her kicking and screaming to the old apple tree. pulling her gown down to her ankles he took her arms and secured her firmly to the tree with some rope.
Naked and screaming Dorothy begged for her fathers forgiveness but he wasn’t listening as he pulled his belt from his britches. Half the neighbourhood heard Dorothy scream as her father whipped her.
He’d never needed to whip either of his daughters before. Nathaniel had a fair few beatings from his father growing up but never had Cenemin whipped the girls.
Occasionally he’d smacked them with his hand but nothing like this and he wasn’t sure who it hurt more him or Dorothy. When he was finished Dorothy hung sobbing, her back red and bloodied.
Still shaking with anger he turned to her realising the binding on her wrists. “ Get yourself cleaned up, we are going to see Orion’s father”
“Why?” she sobbed rubbing her wrists.
To angry to look her in face, Cenemin re-buckled his belt. “You better pray he agrees to marry you girl. Else I swear you will spend the rest of your days in this house cleaning up after Calin and his children. I will waste no more time working day and night to provide a dowry for a girl who acts no better than a common whore”. Turning he walked back into the house.