The Ocean's Breeze

Author's Note: PLEASE READ THIS FIRST!!! WARNING: sexual related topics, violence, death, suicide, and some cursing. The translations you see below, are translations of a language I have made up myself. It is not any known language. I am sorry if it does look like any other language, but if it does, I had no idea. You must look at the translations if you want to understand what the words mean.

Translations for phrases used from Rosamiana are as follows:
Manina chika olana, chika olana - My little one, little one
Manina chika goreanai - My little angel
Jarikanai - I love you
Jarikanai chika goreanai - I love you, little angel
Jarikanai, melanei - I love you too, forever
Oacania Galia - The Ocean's Breeze
Meribel panalan ganine - My poor beloved girl

This is a translation of a song that I wrote:
Maiono kanoki gaeda - I hear your voice call out to me
Jaigo, dinaba - So silent, so serene
Marinai galai ari - Like a soothing breeze
Salaiya talia - Upon the seas
Baneiyka arei jankai - Crashing down on me
Maika salyai taija - I look up at the starry night
Manai araina reie - Wishing to never leave
Gamanai jagona betai - I wish on that star so bright
Lanakai olana talji - To become one with the sea


Oacania Galia

Carosa Maioka sat outside her parents' bedroom, peeking in. She saw her father kneeling down on the floor, holding her mother's still hand. Carosa's mother, Rougin, had been beautiful. But was struck down with an unknown disease, that ran through her body. Rougin had been lying in bed ever since. Carosa's father, Baija, had taken care of her since then. She had only been like that for three months. But it was spreading very quickly since there was no existing medicine for it.

The doctor's didn't know what it was, and were still analysing it. All they could say was that it wasn't contagious. She heard one doctor say last week, that her mother was fading fast. That made her father get upset. She heard him yell awful words at the doctor. He had also told the doctor to get out and not come back unless he had a cure with him. The doctor never came with a cure yet.

"Rougin, darling, speak to me. Please wake up, you can't leave yet. You can't leave your daughter and I. We need you," she heard her father say sadly.

Carosa was only six years old. She didn't know what death was. She was never told about god. She had heard her mother mention it, but her father would always say something to make her stop. Rougin told her briefly that, God was a Great man. That he would heal us of our sins and take us to paradise. Baija would have none of it. Rougin stopped saying such things after one night they had a talk. Carosa had listened in. Her father had simply said, that he would have no talk of god in his house, because god didn't give a damn about him. All she knew was what her mother explained to her. Rougin had said that Baija had, had a cruel past and god wasn't there to help him.

Seeing how much her father was getting upset about Rougin being asleep, Carosa decided to help Baija wake her up. Carosa ran into Rougin's and Baija's bedroom and pleaded her mother to wake up so her father wouldn't be sad anymore. "Wake up mommy! Please wake up! Make daddy happy again! Please?"

Rougin was still. She didn't make a sound nor stirred as her daughter shook her. Carosa noticed Baija putting his fore finger on the middle of her mother's wrist, and paused. A few seconds later, she seen her father's eyes sadden. She took her father's hand. "Daddy. what's wrong?" The red head asked as her hazel eyes saddened with her father's blue ones.

"Carosa ... leave," he commanded his daughter with his eyes tightly shut.

"But, daddy ..." Carosa pleaded while tugging on his sleeve.

"Now, Carosa," Baija glared at her with fire red eyes.

Carosa said no more and ran out of the room. She sat beside the door way and sobbed quietly. She had never seen her father's eyes turn so cruel before. Her mother's eyes were the color of the sun that always shone. She always managed to keep everybody around her happy. So ... why was everybody sad today? The whole town was sad. Everybody had loved her. She didn't know why this was such a sad day. But she would find out.


~*~
The next day, Carosa went into the living room, and waited for Baija to leave the room, and ran in unnoticed. She slowly walked into the darkness of the room. It engulfed her and soon swallowed her whole. She started to smell something atrocious. The feeling from that room was abominable. Being in there scared her.

Carosa walked up to her pale mother. She looked flagrant and repulsive for some reason. The smell was coming from Rougin, it seemed. Carosa couldn't understand why the smell would be coming from her mother. What was wrong with Rougin? Why was the smell in the room? She took her mother's freezing hand. Touching something so cold made Carosa shiver. It sent a chill down her spine.

"Mama?" Carosa said aloud.

No response.

Carosa sat up on the bed and looked over her mother. Rougin's face was sagged and pure white. Her body showed her bones. Her eyes were surrounded with black, as if she had black eyes. Her reddish brown hair was scattered all over the pillow. The sight of her mother in this state was frightening for Carosa. She started to cry and ran out of the room and into Baija.

"Carosa, I told you to leave the room. I did not tell you to go in and out of the room as you pleased," Baija bellowed as he glared at the quivering girl.

"I'm ... I'm sorry, daddy," Carosa sniveled.

Baija's face grew more content. He took his daughter in his arms and hugged her. "Carosa, the only reason I didn't want you in the room any longer, is because I knew you would get scared, and you would have bad dreams at night."

"But, why does mama look like that, daddy? She used to be beautiful. What happened to her? What's wrong with her? And why is there such a bad smell coming from her?" Carosa asked him as she wiped tears from her eyes.

"Because, Carosa, your mother is dead. She's been dead for a day now," Baija said flatly.

"She died? I don't understand, daddy. When is mama gonna wake up?" Carosa asked Baija, who seemed to be getting irritated.

"Carosa, you are so stupid! How could you not know what death is? Didn't Rougin ever tell you? She told you everything else about the Lord All Mighty! She didn't tell you about death?!"

Carosa started to cry. "No, she didn't. I don't know what it is."

Again Baija hugged her. "I'm sorry, Carosa. I didn't mean to make you cry. It's just that we're all going through a hard time now, dealing with the loss of your mother. It's hard. Death is a sad thing, Carosa. Death is when someone falls asleep and never wakes up again. Mama went to sleep before you came in. She never woke up since, so that means she's dead, and she's not coming back. We'll never see her again now. That means we have to bury her today."

"But, but, that can't be true! She promised! She promised that she would never leave us alone! She said we would always be happy and she would get better!" Carosa broke into tears and ran to her room.


~*~
Carosa sat on the sand ... watching. She watched her mother's spirit leave her alone. She could see her mother's spirit. Her mother had called her.

Manina chika goreanai ... She heard her mother call. It was a language they shared together with their connection to the Ocean.

It was late at night, but she could find her way here with her eyes closed. This was her most favorite place. Her mother and her would go for walk and swim there all the time. It was a beach. it had white golden sand and beautiful sea shells. Luckily, this beach was hidden from everyone. Only Her mother and Carosa knew about it. Carosa had a secret place to cheer her up. She was always happy here. The ocean was bluer than blue and was very gentle to Carosa.

Manina chika olana, chika olana... That's what Carosa would hear from the ocean's breeze from time to time. It meant that the ocean was calling her. She always felt happy when it did. Whenever she felt the Ocean's breeze, she heard those words. It soothed her.

Before Carosa's mother disappeared from her sight. She heard her say, Jarikanai chika goreanai ...

"Jarikanai melanei, mama," Carosa said as she walked towards the tide.

Carosa suddenly remembered the song her mother and herself sung together when they came here. She loved it so much. It was her favorite. It was called, Oacania Galia. She felt the need to sing it ...

Maiono kanoki gaeda

Jaiga, dinaba

Marinai galai ari

Salaiya talia

Baneiyka arei jankai

Maika salyai taija

Manai araina reie

Gamanai jagona betai

Lanakai olana talji ...

"Mama and I wished to be mermaids, to be one with you together forever ... I know that one day ... my wish will come true ..."


~*~
Carosa opened her eyes. It was dawn. She would now have to get up and do chores. Then she would have to get her father up to go to work. Then, she would have to go to work herself. Her father called her a witch because she had tarot cards and worked as a fortune teller. She also tried to sell things. Her father said that she was cheating people out of their money by doing that. He always said that he was ashamed of her. She had cuts and bruises from Baija's abuse. Whenever she back talked him or done something wrong, he would hit her. He usually came home drunk at night as well. She had to handle all of these things and was only thirteen years old. She had the maturity of eighteen to make up for it though. She was also very well developed for such a tender age. Most villagers found it repulsing and unnatural. She hated it herself, because that's what started her father's abuse and disgusting habits.

Though she thought it was wrong for Baija to treat his own daughter this way, there was nothing she could do about it. There was no law against abuse, therefore, the law would do nothing for her. She was to do as her father told her, whether it was right or wrong. Whether it involved sexual activity or not. However, there were still laws against stealing and killing your fellow man. Killing a female was not considered a crime. To the law, if a female is killed, they either deserved it, or they were useless. She lived in a very cruel and heartless world. To the law, as long as she was alive, she belonged to her father. Therefore, he could do whatever he wanted with and to her.

"I wish ... I could leave this place. Leave this house and have my own life without him to interfere," Carosa said as she dragged herself to the kitchen.

Of course, she would never be able to leave her father. Women weren't allowed to move from their original home unless they're married and around twenty five years old. Her father, however, would never let her marry. Let alone have any friends or let her go out anywhere unless completely necessary. She tended on him hand and foot if she had nothing else to do when he came home from work.

She put on a robe that layed on a chair and fried some pancakes over the stove. After the pancakes were ready, she went into Baija's room to wake him so he could eat breakfast. "Father, wake up. Breakfast is ready and waiting. You have to go to work today, so you'd better get up now."

"Rougin, I love you so much. Come in bed with me a while. Get up in a few minutes, I promise," he said to his daughter.

This was a habit of his. In order to get him up, she had to act as her mother and do what he wanted, before he would. "But I'm not Rougin, father. I'm your daughter, Carosa."

"Nonsense, Rougin, stop playing games and get in here with me." Baija grabbed Carosa by the arm and made her sit in under the blankets.

Carosa hated this. He always denied that she was his daughter so that he could have his wife back. Without warning, he pulled her into a kiss she could not fight. He stripped the robe off of her and kissed her again. He then lid her down on the bed. He kissed her some more and then slid her panties off. She tried to fight him.

"Father, stop it! I'm your daughter, not your wife!" Carosa screamed.

"Rougin, stop playing this silly game!"

Baija put his fingers into Carosa's vaginal area and poked around. He was fingering her like he did everyday. It hurt because it was so small and his nails were scratching her delicate vaginal skin.

"Father, please stop! You're hurting me!" Carosa cried.

"I thought you liked this, Rougin. You seemed to like it last night. Just wait, I'll make it feel better."

"No, please!" Carosa struggled but hurt herself more in the process.

After a few seconds, Baija found a spot. Carosa couldn't help but cry out of pleasure. Whether she liked it or not, that didn't mean there was no pleasure in the process. As a matter of a fact, she hated it. But her body insisted on forcing her to become aroused and want more. She moaned a little and he went faster. She moaned louder and louder until she couldn't take anymore of it.

"Please stop! I can't take anymore!" Carosa screeched.

"It felt really good?" Baija asked her.

She knew if she didn't say yes, he would not stop. "Yes, it felt really good, now please let me rest," Carosa disgusted her answer as she disgusted the lust she felt.

Baija pulled his hand out. Carosa pulled her panties back on and got up off the bed. "Now, it's time to get up. You have to go to work."

"Of course," Baija got out of bed and went to get a shower.

Carosa went back to the kitchen, and put the pancakes on low heat in the stove to warm them up. If they were cold when he came out, he would hit her.

He only thinks of her as Rougin when he's in his arousing moods. Other than that, he was abusive to her and rarely ever nice to her. This is when he knows that she is Carosa, his daughter. He would never think her his daughter when he's in his arousing moods. He never did yet. She doubted he ever would. She hated her sexual relationship with her father. But the law said she had to put up with it, or be killed. She didn't find it all that bad. At least he was sweet to her when he thought of her as Rougin.

"Carosa! Come here!" she heard her father bellow.

She went into the bathroom where he was taking a shower. "Yes, father?"

"Take off your clothes and come in here, Carosa," he said more gently.

"Why?"

"I want to show you something."

"But, father, I ..."

"Carosa, do as your told."

"Yes, father."

Carosa took her robe and night gown off and pulled down her panties. Baija opened the shower door for her and she stepped in with him.

Baija kissed her forehead. "Carosa, you know I love you. I would never hurt you on purpose."

"Yes, father," she said flatly, not believing a word.

"Well, this will hurt a little. It won't hurt as much if you be a good girl and stay still though. Is that a deal? You be a good girl and you can have the rest of the day free to yourself within the house?"

"Yes, father," Carosa said, wondering what he wanted to do.

He quickly kissed her on the lips and pushed her gently to the wall. She felt something go into her and break through something. She screamed of pain and held still. Her father tried to calm her by kissing her again. A few seconds later, he moved. It hurt as he scraped his penis in and out through her vagina. Then, juices started to slide out, This made it easier to move and it didn't hurt as much then. Again, against her will, she became aroused and started to moan. She grabbed hold of him and pulled him towards her as if her body was taking control. She couldn't gain control of herself and moaned louder and louder. He moved faster and harder. She continued to moan and plead for more. Finally, something she never experienced before happened. Hot juices seeped out of her vagina. She savored the moment of bliss. When she came back down to bliss, her father pulled himself away from her.

When she was given permission, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. She put on her robe and returned to the kitchen. She took the pancakes out of the oven and put them on the table. Baija came and sat down. He didn't say a word. He took up the newspaper she bought last night, and began flipping through pages. He took a bite of a pancake. "Carosa, how many times do I have to tell you to fry them while I'm in the shower?" He eyes her with those fire red eyes.

"But, father, you told me to ..."

"Don't back talk me, bitch!"

Baija took Carosa by the neck, and threw her across the room. "You're a bad girl, Carosa. You'll be doing extra work tonight. I'll punish you myself."

"No please! Not that! Please father! I'm so sorry! I won't do it again! I promise!" Carosa screamed as she scrambled to her feet.

"I know, Carosa. But I still have to teach you a lesson. Please forgive me."

Baija hit her continuously until he had to leave to go to work. By that time, she had a black eye and had bruises all over her body. She also had a sprained ankle.

Although she was in pain and obviously found it hard to move, she still had to go to work. She went up to her room and put on a beautifully colored dress. It had purple, blue, green, red, and yellow in it. It sparkled and shimmered. She tied her hair in a bun and tied a matching scarf around her head, hiding her hair. She took out a matching purse and checked inside for her tarot cards to make sure her father hadn't taken them. She also took things in a bag to sell.

Outside, it was busy that day. Children were off to school and adults were off to work. She had to quit school. Her father wouldn't allow her to go. She used to have friends, but all they did now was stare at her and ask her why she was being so weird. They called her things like a slut, and a whore since they had the idea that she had sex with her father. She did, but strongly against her will. She couldn't stop him from doing so though. She'd never be able to. She was this glad he wasn't able to force her into marrying him. That, thankfully, was against the law. She would never marry her father. She would rather be beaten to death by him than live such a horrid life.

She sat up her table in a good place where many people were gathered. She had a good profit that day. Many people came to get their fortunes told and to buy things. She worked from six in the morning to six at night. Then, she would go home and tend to her father. After the day was over, she returned home. She got supper ready, knowing that her father would be hungry and would beat her if he didn't have supper as soon as he came home. She got some roast ready and put it on high. She waited an hour and took it out. She cut it up and put it on a plate. She then laid it in the oven for when he returned home.

An hour later, Carosa heard the door slam. Her father was home. She quickly ran out to the kitchen and layed his supper out in front of him. He sat down and started eating hastily. He said nothing the whole time. Carosa sat quietly to the table and feared to say anything. If he was in a bad mood, anything could set him off.

As she sat there, she began to wonder why he acted so strangely that morning. He didn't pretend that she was his wife. What was wrong with him? She would much rather if he did so she wouldn't feel so sickened. She cut herself out of reality and make herself believe that she was her mother. She feared that it would have some horrid affect on her though. She had heard of actual love coming out of such things. She did not under any circumstances want to even think of falling in love with her father. That very thought sickened her soul and made her want gag right there and then. She held it back so she would not be troubled by her actions from her father.

After supper was over with, she washed and put away the dishes. She had nothing else to do for that day unless her father wanted her for more sickly reasons. She most despised the government in the hell she lived in for not making it illegal to harass girls like this under any circumstances. She hated her life and would end it in a heartbeat if she could merely find a way. Although killing a female was not against that law, committing suicide was a whole different thing.

It was against the law to kill one's self. To the people on the island she stood upon, committing suicide was a major sin that God would just simply not allow. The people there were strictly against it. They were also religiously strict and lived as in the old times. They thought women were nothing more then slaves to men. They were worthless if they couldn't work or produce children, and therefore could be and most definitely would be killed. If she was caught in any way, in trying to commit suicide, or even thought to be trying, she would be instantly considered shameful and worthless. Even though she lived a horrid life, she did not want to be considered bringing shame to the village.

She did believe in God, but sometimes she wondered if he even cared. She knew nothing of God when she was little, but when she was around ten or so, she started sneaking to church and learned. She became highly interested and believed that if she was good, she would join her mother in heaven one day. Sometimes she wasn't so sure. But being in the beautiful cathedral lifted her spirits. It was all she had left. Who could blame her? Her father thought it to be nonsense. He had never believed in God. He was a well respected man in that village, so no one questioned his beliefs.

"Carosa!" Her father yelled.

Waking up from her thoughts, she suddenly realized that Baija was angry. "Yes, father?"

"Come here, Carosa. I brought something I want to try out. It's a toy. They were shipped in from Canada. I ordered them. Now come here! I want to see if it works."

"Yes, father."

She wondered what it was and hoped it was nothing related to sexual activity, but was sadly wrong. It was a machine used to get things started. "I thought this might be able to loosen you up a bit, girl."

"It's ... made of rubber?" Carosa didn't like the look of it. It looked like a rubber cock. "I don't want that inside of me! Father, please don't make me do this!"

"Quiet! You're starting to annoy me! And you know what happens when I'm annoyed, don't you?" Baija bellowed at her.

"Yes ... father ..." She didn't want to be beaten nor raped tonight. But she knew she had to live with one of it.

Baija stuck the large things into her small vagina and turned on the switch. It started to vibrate madly. She screamed through the vibrating and sounded rather ridiculous. She didn't like this new thing her father had brought home. She felt her juices started running and she reluctantly calmed down knowing what would happen next. Baija pulled the thing out and quickly stuck his in since he had readied himself before.

As before, Carosa reluctantly gave into arousal. She moaned hard and arched her back. He started to move harder and faster until she was literally screaming. Then their juices came and again he pulled himself out of her.

"Carosa, someday you will understand that I only do this because of how much I love you." Baija left the room.

Carosa didn't believe that. If he loved her the way a father should, he wouldn't do this to her. She hated him for that. "How could he say that?! I hate him! I could never love him! What if he means the other kind? Oh ... no ..." She broke down in tears as she feared the worst.


~*~
It had been six weeks since Carosa's sixteenth birthday. Her father grew more content with her, but still gave her a horrid thrashing when angry. She didn't know why he was so content with her though. It scared and very much disturbed her. She almost wished he'd be more abusive. Her father was a very cruel man. He wanted her all to himself. She wasn't even allowed to leave the house for anything anymore. He didn't want any boys looking at her. He had caught her talking to an old friend. She watched Baija beat the boy and then shoot him. He said to the judge that the boy was harassing Carosa. She had to go along with it, or she would be beaten.

She hated her life. But what could she do? She had no power. Females were usually considered slaves. She had to do whatever her father wanted. He seemed to grow more and more sexually involved with her as she grew. She hated it. He had started licking her privates when she was fifteen. She now had to sleep in his bed and let him fuck her all night if he wanted to. He rarely ever left her alone. When he did, she considered it a blessing from God himself. She wasn't even allowed to call him her father anymore. She had to call him by his first name as if she was his girlfriend.

She heard the door slam shut. He was back. She wondered what he done with it. It was her's. Yet, she somewhat despised it because it came from him.

"I'm back," she heard Baija bellow.

"What did you do with it?" Carosa asked, feeling slightly numb and shaking.

"I really don't think you want to know ..." Baija trailed off as if he felt guilty somewhat.

"I deserve to know, and I want to know. It was my baby. Now what did you do with it."

"Don't back talk me, Carosa," he said to her. Strangely enough, he didn't slap her for it.

"Please, tell me."

"I bagged it and threw it in the sea," Baija said coldly.

Tears formed in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away. "I see."

"It's late. We should get some sleep," Baija gestured.

Carosa went on in the room. She hated sleeping with him. She took off the robe she was wearing, and got under the covers. She sighed as she heard him come in. She watched him undress since she had nothing else to do. He slumped into the bed heavily. He turned Carosa to him.

"I love you, Carosa."

"Then, why do you do this? If you loved me, you'd let me live a normal life ..." Carosa knew she shouldn't have said that, but she couldn't help it.

"I do this because I love you, Carosa. Don't forget that."

He grabbed her chin and pulled her into a kiss forceful kiss. He fucked her as usual until they were both wet with sweat and he was satisfied. After that, they slept.


~*~
The next morning, Carosa was shaken up by Baija. "Wake up, now. We have a big day ahead of us."

"A big day of what?" Carosa asked, not really caring.

"Today, we're going to plan our wedding," Baija smiled at the girl.

"What! But, we can't. It's against the law!" Carosa tried to talk him out of it.

"Nonsense. I can just say that my daughter Carosa passed away during the vacation we went on two years ago, and that you're my new found love. Your name will be Rosaline Herenoth. They won't know the difference. You do look older than what you are. We can pull it off no problem."

Carosa was horrified. "But ... I don't want to! How could you even think of marrying your own daughter! Whether you like it or not, you just have to face the facts! I don't want to marry you! I'm not happy with you! I don't love you! Please don't make me do this."

"Carosa, be a good girl now. Your name from now on is Rosaline."

She watched her father walk out of the room. "Now get dressed. We have a long day ahead of us."

"I won't do it. I won't marry him! I'd die first!" Carosa screamed in the pillow.

The whole day was torture. They went around buying things for the wedding, her father happy as can be. He really was in love with her. It sickened Carosa just thinking about it, much more than any words could possibly say. Why did this have to happen to me? Why must I live such a horrid life? Sometimes I blame God for taking my mother away. If she hadn't died, this wouldn't have happened ...

Later on that evening, after her father was finished all of the arrangements and shit that had to be done for the wedding, Carosa sat by a window staring out. I didn't want this kind of life ... I wanted a happy life ...

All of a sudden, she heard something. Manina chika olana, chika olana...

"What?" Carosa's eyes went wide.

Manina chika olana, chika olana...

She remembered that from somewhere ...

Manina chika olana, chika olana...

The ocean was calling her! But ... she wasn't allowed out. There was no way she'd be able to sneak out. If she were caught, her father wouldn't be too happy.

"Rosaline!" She heard her father bellow.

"Yes?" Carosa answered.

"I'm going out to talk to the priest. You stay here, alright?" Baija said.

Carosa smiled. This is my chance! "Sure, be back soon."

"I will be," Baija said before shutting the door.

As soon as Carosa was sure he was completely out of sight, she went out the door and headed for her secret place. She started to heard something else. Manina chika goreanai ...

It was her mother! She was calling her. Her spirit was back! Carosa started to run. She wanted to get there as soon as possible.

When she got there, she walked to the water's edge. She saw her mother's spirit in the distance. "Mom ..."

Meribel panalan ganine ... Carosa heard her mother say as she held out her arms.

Carosa smiled. "Mother ..." She walked towards her mother. She walked and walked. The ocean welcomed her with wide open arms. She was soon in her mother's arms. They hugged. They missed each other so much.

Jarikanai, mother, Carosa whispered.

Jarikanai chika goreanai ... Her mother said to her.

My mother and I wished to be mermaids and swim together in the ocean forever ... Our wish came true ...