Thread: Fox at Bay (Alan23 x Sweetred)

sweetred said Angela just stood there, paralyzed and in shock. NOOOOOOOOOO, she cried out loud in her mind. Her mouth open, not making a sound. She heard the remarks and heard the laughter of people in the street. Angela couldn't move and just stood there after the door had slammed shut in front of her, her skirt around her knees, until after a few seconds, which felt like minutes, when she finally got her composure back a little, and slowly pulled up her skirt again. Her face was red with embarrassment. Why oh why did this have to happen to her. Why did this always have to happen to her. Angela slowly turned around, her eyes wet, fighting back the tears. She saw Xianna stand behind her, her face down, eyes looking at her own feet. She could see the embarrassment on her daughter's face. With a broken voice, she said Come, as she reached for Xianna's hand. But Xianna was too embarrassed to take her mother's hand and pulled her hand back. they walked home, Xianna following her mother, Angela holding her skirt with one hand. The people who had seen it happen, were still laughing as Angela and Xianna went around the corner. As they were walking home, Angela felt her nerves finally settle down and she looked over at Xianna, who was still looking down. Honey... I... I'm so sorry... I just didn't see it coming. Angela said in a soft voice, making sure her voice wouldn't break. That... that... woman just... She... Angela couldn't find the words to explain what had happened. She didn't even realize herself what had happened yet. Xianna, please... honey, look at me... Angela almost begged her daughter. By then, they reached their own home, and when they went in, Xianna ran up the stairs, and Angela heard the door slam shut with a loud bang. Angela slowly stepped into the living room, and sat down on the couch. By then she could no longer fight back her tears. She took off her glasses, and in agony threw them to the other end of the couch.Then she started to cry soundlessly. She put her head in her hands and was sitting there, her body shaking and her tears flowing. Again, she thought Why did this have to happen to her again? Why was she so weak why couldn't she even stand up for Xianna, why did she let this happen to her and of all things, why in front of Xianna? Angela couldn't find the answers to all her questions, she felt so embarrassed and so humiliated. There had to be something she could do about it. But what... Snowflaik was still in her room, headphones on her head, listening to her music, lying back on her bed, her eyes closed. Then in the silence between two songs, she thought she heard something. She took off her headphones, and heard the front door slam shut. And her mother laughing out loud. Snowflaik threw her headphones on the bed, and got off her bed. She walked to the living room, and found her mother there, peeking through the curtains. What happening ma Snowflaik asked. Her mother was still laughing, and signed to Snowflaik to have a look. Snowflaik stood next to her mother and saw the Fox woman and that sissy daughter of hers walking away. She could just see that the woman was holding her skirt, and that the girl had her head bowed down. What did they want ma? Snowflaik asked as the woman and her daughter turned around the corner and were out of view. then as Sianelle began explaining what had happened and what that woman had wanted, the grin on Snowflaik's face grew wider. Her mind already thinking about how she could take this out on Xianna tomorrow. Click to expand... When Xianna woke up the next morning, there were just a few blessed seconds of relaxation that always comes just after sleep, before the memory of the day before came flooding back. Then it hit her with the force of a tidal wave - one of the worst days of her life. It had been bad enough having her own skirt whipped off in front of everyone. But things like that had happened so many times, she might, just, have been able to deal with it. But what made it a million times worse was that it had happened to her mother too. Honestly, was ever a girl cursed with such a life? Bullied and teased and hassled every day, and having a mother like hers? Weren't parents supposed to protect their children, provide security. Why did she have to have such a weakling for a mother, who other women could bully whenever they liked. And if her mother was too much of a wimp to be able to defend herself, why did she insist on getting involved. As she showered, Xianna desperately wracked her mind for ways she could avoid anything like this ever happening again. Hopefully Mum had learned her lesson and wouldn't pick a fight with Snowflaik's mother again. But what if they were shopping together Mum often insisted Xianna go shopping with her and encountered either Snowflaik or her mum. It would be so humiliating! As she dressed, Xianna decided she'd have to just do absolutely everything she could to stop anything more being done to her. She'd do Snowflaik's homework perfectly, and giver her every bit of money she had, and do everything she was ordered. As she tucked her school blouse into her knickers and yanked it down through the legholes, to make sure it stayed in place, she wished she at least had some less ridiculous underwear, so that if her skirt got ripped off or flipped up again which it almost certainly would at least she wouldn't look quite so silly. But Mum would not even let her wear anything but the type she owned - she said it was too forward for a girl her age. She wondered if she should maybe just stop going to school. But then she'd never be able to get anywhere in life. And while her Mum was useless at standing up to other women, Xianna was about the one person she could dominate! Besides, explaining why, when she was finally caught, would mean bringing up the whole embarrassing event again, and she most certainly wanted to forget it! Her one hope was that her mother wouldn't want to rehash it all again over breakfast, but even that was a forlorn hope. She remembered the last time her mother had become involved in an argument - it had been with a woman who stole her parking space. The women had argued, and finally her mother had started shaking and backed down, cringing, and even apologized to the other woman and driven her car six blocks to find another space. But the next morning, she'd been full of courage, and boasted that she'd won the argument, that she'd only backed off for the other woman's good, that she didn't want to descend to her level, all that rubbish. If only Mum would admit she was a coward things might not be so bad, at least she'd learn to back off before the embarrassment started. When she finally got downstairs, Mum had already put her porridge on the table, and was sitting with a mock cheerful expression on her face, though the redness in her eyes showed she'd been crying through the night. Now would come the denials, the emphatic statement that in no way was she scared of that Leary woman, and that if that dreadful Snowflaik started bullying her again, to tell her straight away. Xianna was cringing at the thought of just having that discussion! For once, Sianelle was up and dressed early. Her normal time of rising was around midday, but today she had to make her monthly visit to the school, as part of the routine that Social Security had forced on her as a condition of being allowed to keep Snowflaik at home. She didn't anticipate any problems - after all, all the teachers were shit-scared of her - but she did want to make a good impression, since it might be that good looking Mr Hopkins, the maths teacher, that she had to speak to. So she'd put on her tightest jeans, and a freshly washed t-shirt, and done her make up especially well. She felt good as she walked along the street, and felt even better when she remembered the evening before, and how she'd put that snooty Fox woman in her place! Well, that cow better make sure to avoid meeting me again, she thought. But somehow she also recalled enjoying what had happened, and half hoped that Mrs Fox would try getting on the wrong side of her again - so she'd have an excuse to try out some more ways of humiliating her. The power had felt good!