Laugh Now Alligator

Summary: The tragic story of a Lamb who found herself trapped in the Lion's den, with no way out. Very Dark. Alex/OC Warnings Inside

Genre: Crime/Drama/Horror

Warning: Strong Graphic Scenes of Non-Con, Frequently Mentioned Rape Scenes, Abuse, Violence, and Future Drug Use.

This is NOT Sunshine!Butterflies!Alexthis is Sociopathic!Dark!Alex

1. Like a Broken Record

Broken sundown motherless showdown
Gun hip swollen lip bottle sip yeah I suck dick
Lose grip on gravity falls sky blinding crumbling walls

River sweep away my memories of
Children's things a young mother's love
Before the yearning song of flesh on flesh
Young hearts burst open wounds bleed fresh

But loveless bedrooms filled with doom
Bring silent heartache July to June
Woon over new young hot flame
Mourn the memories later
Laugh now alligator

I don't mean to close the door
But for the record my heart is sore
You blew through me like bullet holes
Left stains on my sheets and stains
On my soul

I had dreams that brings me sadness
Pain much deep that a river
Sorrow flow through me in tiny waves of shivers
Corny movies make me reminisce
Breat me down easy on this generic love shit
First kiss frog and princess

~Werewolf; Cocorosie

He awoke before she did, and he looked down at her with a mean spirited smirk on his face. The poor, poor little devotchka. Her lips were parted just slightly, dry blood on her lips from when she'd bit down on herself to keep from screaming too loud, her temples still damp with tears and her eyelashes wet with rain drops from a violent storm. He couldn't stop thinking about it, nor did he want to.

The way she fought and pleaded and even begged at one point, the way she wailed as he viciously tore her innocence from her, his lips crushing hers and swallowing the sound of physical and emotional agony, breathing in her pain. The way she clawed at him and writhed, the way he squeezed her and bit her and raked his teeth across her soft skin, the way he pounded into her not giving a damn if he was hurting her. The way she passed out from the pain half way through the fourth round.

She was waking up now, her brows knitting as the ache in her body started sinking in. She moaned softly, and started to whimper like a scared puppy. She woke up all the way now and began to tremble when she felt him press his body against hers, rolling his hips against hers just to scare her. "No" she cried, her voice hoarse and broken, he kissed her forehead.

"Now, you're not going to utter a slovo about our eegryas to my gloopy parents…are you?" again she whimpered and tried to pull away, wanting so badly to get away from him. He grabbed her jaw suddenly in a bruising grip, her jaw still hurt from when he…oh Jesus. "I didn't slooshy you little sister, what do you say?" he growled in a low, gravelly voice. This was the voice that made her feel as if she'd wet herself from fear, the voice that snuck into her beautiful dreams and twisted them into nightmares.

"I w-won't say a word, I promise Alex…I promise" she cried, gripping his thick wrist with her small hand and whimpering loudly when his grip only tightened. He let go of her jaw but she barely had time to register it when the same hand was crushing her throat, pinning her down to the bed. He tore the sheets away and dropped his body on top of hers, and she couldn't breathe much less scream out. He tangled his fingers into her violet red curls, so tightly that it brought fresh tears to her eyes.

When he started to wedge his knee between her legs, she pushed at him with a strangled pleading sob. He let go of her throat and raked his teeth across the skin, breaking the skin again and relishing in the taste of her innocence filling his mouth. His hand covered her mouth, as he trailed harsh biting kisses down between her breasts, to her navel and finally stopping at her mound, he snarled in pleasure when he saw his semen and her blood still staining her bruised and battered womanhood, yes…he had deflowered her. She was sobbing, too exhausted and afraid to fight back with the vigor she'd once fought with. She looked at him with pleading eyes, and he rubbed her down there.

"Breakfast is ready!"

Damn it. Alex climbed off of her, "Get out you malenky little whore, before they come up and see you in like your baddiwad brother's bed, right right?" he growled, daring her to defy him in anyway. But she wasn't going to, she wanted to get off of that bed and away from him as fast as possible. To her humiliation though, she could barely walk. Each step sent ripples of agony through her body, while he watched her with a cruel smirk on his face. He hadn't been gentle and she hadn't been aroused. Her legs were shaking and she collapsed onto the floor with a sharp cry.

"A-Alex…" she whimpered, begging him to take it all back. "Go ahead, crawl" with a defeated and heartbroken whisper of a sob, she obeyed him and crawled to her own room. She pulled herself into her own bed and wrapped herself tightly in her bed sheets. The teddy bear her mother had given her for her third birthday smiled sadly at her.

Eloise hugged the bear to her, and he smelt like her mother. "Mama…mama please…please" she sobbed, hugging the stuffed toy as if her mother's spirit lingered in him, She hadn't called her mother "mama" since she was nine years old. She wanted nothing more than be back in her Fairy tale cottage with her mother, reading stories by their fire place and dancing to Frank Sinatra in the living room after she'd come home with a perfect report card from school.

She missed her mother so much, she even missed her yelling at her…she missed their fights as much as she missed their happy moments; the Burgesses were good and kind people—especially Sheila Burgess—but there was a poisonous snake lurking in the sweet minty grass. Sheila knocked softly on her door, "Breakfast is ready, dear" she said happily. "Oh um…I-I'm sorry…I'm not feeling good this morning, I have some pain my stomach"

"You poor dear, let me help you"

"NO!...I-I mean that's not necessary, I'll be fine…thank you so much"

"Alright then, well…if you need anything, you just call alright?"

"I will, I promise."

Eloise waited until her footsteps receded and disappeared, and resumed burying her face in the belly of a lost childhood. There were shadows crawling inside of her, tainting her once rose colored view of the world and turning it black. His cum burned her, it literally burned her like acid. She was thankful, more than she'd ever been in her entire life, for the private bathroom she had.

But to her distress, not even three bottles of body wash and boiling hot water…no amount of scratching and scraping at her own skin until it split under her nails could remove the layer of filth and shame that clung to her skin. She rubbed her skin raw, rubbed until she was sobbing and hissing in pain.

I'm so dirty

She recalled discussing rape back in the 6th grade during their talk about puberty and all that, the lady had told them it was important for victims to report the crime. Eloise and many other girls didn't fully comprehend the horrors of sexual assault and abuse, they only understood that it meant to hurt somebody, now Eloise was aware that she really should report him but…no.

She just couldn't.

With deep shuddery breaths she lifted herself from the tub and dried herself with a soft fluffy towel, dressing up in sweat pants and a blue tee shirt, with shaky fingers she pushed open her door and made her way to his bedroom again, he was fully dressed as well. "Do you…want me to go downstairs with you?" she asked timidly, "Yes little bird…come along"

Her body stiffened as his hand touched the small of her back, guiding her down the hallway and then down the stairs. Eloise wanted to scream. "Oh sweetheart, you're feeling better" Mrs. Burgess chirped happily, taking out a new plate from the pantry. "Sit down, dearie, have some breakfast" the breakfast this morning was pancakes, blueberry muffins, and sausage.

Breakfast at the fairytale cottage was always waffles topped with strawberries and whip cream, her favorite. A book propped open against the fruit bowl and her mother packing her lunch for school, the sound of Diana Ross & the Supremes' crooning hit tunes on their radio.

Alex sat down next to her, after kissing his mother on the cheek, and started talking with his father about his work. Playing his role as the perfect, good hearted son who was never ever disrespectful to his elders; it made her sick to know how he talked about them behind their back. But at the same time, Eloise was filled with a terrible anger and hatred towards them.

Why couldn't they see?

Her only escape was school, Alex was twenty three years old and was working at Melodia. He worked almost the entire the day, only coming home sometime around four or five o clock. Eloise got home at two thirty, and she relished the brief time she had to feel a little bit safe. And now, on her way to said school she thanked God that he had not left too much evidence on her face or anywhere it would be obvious, as long as nobody could see…then it was like it never happened, right?

Was it my fault?

She chose to walk, as painful as it was it was a lot less painful than riding her bicycle. For some reason not being able to do this hurt her deeply, she loved riding her bike to school; the wind blowing through her hair and the sun shining on her. Alex just kept on ruining everything, didn't he?

Her small group of friends waved enthuastically at her, and she forced herself to smile happily at them. If they only knew how disgusting and filthy she was, something in her wanted to scream out when they hugged her. She didn't deserve that, didn't deserve love or compassion. She was lower than dirt. It was at this moment that she knew she had to push them away, they would hate her if they knew…if they knew how filthy she was. That word kept repeating like a broken record inside of her head.

Filthy, Filthy, Filthy, Filthy…

But she had to do it gradually, otherwise they'd suspect something was wrong. And absolutely nothing was wrong, everything was perfectly wonderful, no…no she was not falling apart, no she did not want to curl up in a ball and cry her eyes out…no she did not want to tell her best friend Katie everything and have Katie hold her close and say everything was going to be alright.

Eloise was fine.

I can't breathe. It hurts. It hurts so badly.

The day dragged on, Eloise worked on autopilot; writing down notes that she didn't comprehend or care about, there seemed to be no point and all she could think about was—No. Push it away, just push it away and don't think about it. She counted the tiles on the floor, recited the names of the seven dwarfs. But it kept sneaking its way into her mind. She looked down briefly at her wrists, ringed with dark purple bruises and swallowed a whimper thickly.

Is he going to do it again?

Behind hooded eyes, Eloise remembered: She'd only been sixteen for two weeks when her mother died, it was still hard to believe that someone so strong could be taken away by a car crash. Her mother was always smiling, even when they fell on hard times. She filled Eloise's life with music, laughter, and love. They got into messy fights as all mothers and daughters do, but they were close and they were each other's rocks in the raging sea around them.

Her mother was an orphan, abandoned by her mother and her father nameless. The only Aunts and Uncles that Eloise knew were her mother's close friends who'd been there to watch her grow up. She knew she could have gone to live with anybody, but she chose Sheila and Nathan because they'd always been so nice to her and they lived in London too.

It was her home, and she didn't want to leave it ever. She knew for a long time that they'd had a son, but never really thought about him. Her mother's fairytale esque cottage was almost three hours from the Burgess home and when Sheila and Nathan did come over for a visit or a party, Alex was never with them. Sheila would absolutely brag about how much a wonderful boy he was though.

Eloise had been smitten with him the first time she saw him, he was absolutely gorgeous. And his older age only added to the appeal, he was a handsome mature man, how exciting! Young Eloise's mind ran wild with thoughts of him being her a boyfriend, how great would that be? The girls at school would just go wild to see her with a gorgeous mature man on her arm.

Now school had ended and she was making her to the front door of her new home, a note on the counter in the kitchen told her that Mr. & Mrs. Burgess were to be out for the entire night. Her heart stuttered and she tried to stay calm, Alex wouldn't be home for another hour or so. Maybe she could leave, yes…she'd go somewhere else…a friend's house…

The door opened and closed with a sharp sound

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