I learned what the smith and father spoke about as I waited outside the smithy trembling in my uncles arms. Today he dragged mum down to the smithy and stripped her outside its doors yelling out to the smith inside. "Ye can't have me lass yet but ye can have me wife! She's soft and supple as long as you fill her mouth with something so she can nay talk!. Come out and get her in my daughters place till these fools think she's old enough to bend for a husband as any good wife would!."
I wish I could block this from my mind as I have so many other things but I can't get the image out of my head of my father ripping mum's clothes off her tall frame grabbing her as if she was a prized mare for show.
The smith did come out leering at mum as he grabbed and prodded at her. He leaned her back forcing her to look at him as he bit her where his hand had just groped. Gods have mercy, she is doing this for me and I can't do a thing. Why won't my uncle stop this. Please someone has to save her from this fate.
Dad dragged me home after the smith took mum inside with him all the while telling me that what mum was doing was the job of a proper wife. He told me that I should learn from her and do as she does. Could I really allow a man to touch me in such a manner? Could I really ever be with a man that would allow another to do such as the smith now was?
