This is my offering to Sue Vincent’s photoprompt this week.
You can check out her original post below:
They say you can never go back, but there are some times in your life when you must, whether you want to or not.
It had taken almost twenty years, but Izzy had finally garnered the courage to face her demons.
Her mother had died years before, her father more recently, though her siblings had exiled her from the family more than thirty years ago.
This room was one of several in her childhood home.
She remembered the laughter echoing off the walls, the music playing constantly, and the steady rhythm of dance steps as they practiced for hours on end. In fact, she still couldn’t hear one particular song without her skin tingling and body hair standing on end, so vivid were the memories here.
Closing her eyes, she tried in vain to banish them from her mind, but still they lingered.
Her two sisters were tall and graceful, gifted in both song and movement.
Ballet or ballroom dance, it didn’t matter, they were encouraged and trained accordingly by the best. They didn’t mind in the least as they were forever the centre of attention, the apples of their parents’ eye.
Not so for Izzy.
A sickly infant born to her mother in later life, her father resented her.
Then her mother died and her father turned to her for comfort.
At first, she was pleased to finally have his attention, but her pleasure was short-lived.
In this room, her room, she lived in fear, knowing he would come to her when her sisters began their lessons.
As they laughed and danced, she wept and shrank from his touch.
As they sang and harmonised, she closed her ears trying to shut out the pain and his grunts of self satisfaction.
No-one believed her.
Her siblings accused her of trying to best them for attention because she was so lacking in their gifted skills. Their Daddy was a good man, not the monster she portrayed him to be.
Hurt beyond endurance and the disdain emitted in her direction, she found the strength to leave, taking refuge with the Nuns of the chapel where she had laid her tortured soul bare.