Eden sat up, puzzled, she could hear fierce rain but couldn't
feel it. She had been outside only a while ago. Looking around
she found herself in a small room, she was in a wooden framed bed
with woolly covers. Across from the bed was a large window with
black panes, in front of the window was an oak dresser with three
large drawers. A mirror hung on the whitewashed walls so she
could see her reflection. Her hazelnut hair was sticking out in
large spiked patches and her face looked like she had just
ventured up a chimney. She sighed and lay back down, above her
the ceiling sloped from the door to the window. She felt
seriously worried for the first time since she stepped out of her
door onto the street. How did she get here? Who did this room
belong to? Seeing the door slightly open she got up and crept
out. When she reached the top of the steep stairs she could hear
a lady scolding someone,
"Don't get your clothes dirty Maybelle!"
"But momma I was just playing with Bertie!"a small girly voice
complained. Out of habit she expected to hear a sharp sound as
someone got slapped. Eden waited, waited for the sound of contact
and someone screaming out. None came. Instead laughing, like the
sound of bells, drifted up the stairs. Perplexed she slowly
walked down the bare steps made from dark planks. She looked in
the kitchen to see a slim lady with rosy cheeks tickling a
squealing child in a golden dress with little specks of mud down
the back. The child had chestnut brown hair and green eyes. The
girl must've inherited the hair from her father and the eyes from
her mother. The child must have seen her because she stopped
laughing and looked towards Eden worried.
"Mommy someone is at the door and they look scary," the girl
"Hush now. That is our guest, you are to be nice to her ok. Now
go and play with Bertie but don't get too muddy for once!" The
The girl jumped up and ran outside her eyes glistening. The lady
looked at Eden, who expected some sort of warning about leaving
"Hello love, do you want something to eat. I'm Katherine by the
way you can call me Kath if you want," Katherine beamed.
Eden nodded in appreciation and stepped through the doorway.
Katherine gasped looking at the grime covering her outfit.
"And I thought my Maybelle was bad!" She chuckled. Eden blushed a
deep crimson. Katherine gestured for her to follow. Eden walked
after Kath and was lead to a bathroom that consisted of a toilet,
a small sink and a freestanding bath. She was thankful for the
fact she might get a bath but what about clothes, she hadn't seen
her bag in the small room. Soon steam was swirling from the bath,
making her desperate to relax in the soothing water. When Kath
turned off the taps the bath was nearly full to the brim, a
luxury which was forbidden at her old house in case any were to
be spilled. Katherine smiled at Eden and swooped out of the room
giving her some privacy. Eden peeled the grubby clothes from her
body. She caught her reflection in a wall length mirror and
gasped in fury and disbelief. All across her stomach was a deep
purple - bruises! Her FATHER had done this, and now she had
bruised. She ran her hand over the bruise, wincing, it was
sensitive and would take a long time to heal. Eden didn't want to
look at them anymore so slid into the porcelain bath. At first
the water scalded her but then she grew used to it. After
relaxing for a while a soft knock disturbed the silence. She sunk
down so to be decent and said for them to come in. It was
Katherine who came in and she had some clothes and a fluffy towel
folded in her hand.
"Thought you might need these," she said. Eden nodded in
"Do you need any help?" She asked, embarrassed. Eden knew how she
felt so she said,
"Could you help with my hair."
Eden didn't do it to make her feel helpful but she generally
needed it, her arms had cramps at the joints from a weird
sleeping position. Kath smiled and grabbed two colourful bottles
from a shelf, one conditioner one shampoo. Eden sat up folding
her arms over my chest, She wanted help but needed her decency.
Kath slowly washed her hair and stood up when done. Just as Kath
left and shut the door Eden stood up and draped the towel around
herself. Without warning Kath opened the door to remove the
dressing gown that had become caught. Katherine gasped when she
saw the bruises and Eden covered and turned around, her cheeks
flaming. The door shut and she heard Kath's heavy breathing. When
Kath had gone she ran to the bedroom with the clothes provided.
Falling on the bed she began to sob, what would happen now? Would
they send for a home? Would Kath feel ashamed for letting herstay
and send her back to the streets? She didn't know, but she had to
be prepared, prepared for the worst...