(t/w: abuse, implied grooming, pedophilia, sexual assault)

Ron Wilson was the boyfriend of Dolley Barnes. After realizing she was pregnant, he changed his name and moved across the country. He would end up marrying Aggie West and fathering her daughter, whom he would sell to HYDRA. He eventually was murdered by his first daughter, Ella. At least, that's what happened in your universe.

In this one, things were a little different.

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1949

"You may now kiss the bride," said the pastor who was officiating the wedding. Ron smiled at Dolley and kissed her gently, pulling her close. The blonde wrapped her arms around his neck.

They were finally married. Now, they would be together forever.

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1950

Dolley held her newborn daughter in her arms. Eleanor Roosevelt Wilson. Ron had said Dolley could name their baby, so she named her after the first lady.

"Welcome to the world, Ella," Dolley whispered, kissing the top of Ella's head.

Ron came in. Dolley could smell the cigar smoke from where she lay. "There are my girls," he said, moving to Dolley's bed. He cupped his wife's cheek. "Look at ya. Just had a baby and you're still beautiful." 

Dolley looked away, embarrassed. "Ron..." she mumbled.

Ron chuckled and kissed her cheek. "Love ya, Doll."

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Dolley flinched as a plate shattered on the wall. She'd burnt dinner. Of course she had. She couldn't cook. She was awful at being a housewife.

"You're useless!" Ron shouted, grabbing his wife by the collar. "You're fucking lucky I haven't left you by now! You can't do anything right!" 

Dolley flinched, but didn't try to talk back or otherwise try to calm him down. It was easier to let Ron tire himself out.

Ron reared back his fist to strike Dolley. She closed her eyes, preparing herself for the blow. That was when Ella started crying.

He shoved Dolley to the ground. "Go deal with it," he snapped before going to his study.

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1955

Dolley had never stopped looking for Bucky. Or Steve, or Georgie, or Ellie. So when a man contacted her saying he could help her locate Bucky, she jumped at the offer. That's why she was sneaking out of her house to catch a flight to Canada.

She sat by the door, pulling on her boots. As she finally got them on, she heard little footsteps approaching.

"What're you doing up, Ella Bella?" she asked her daughter, who was standing there in her nightgown. 

Ella rubbed her eyes sleepily. "Me an' Bucket heard you rattlin' 'round," she mumbled.

Dolley crouched in front of her daughter. "I'm just going on a walk," she lied. "I'll be back soon." She kissed Ella's forehead. "Go back to bed."

Ella yawned and did as she was told. Dolley watched her go back to her room before going out the door.

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"Your mother is gone, Eleanor!" Ron shouted, slamming his fist on the table, causing the plates and silverware to rattle. 

Ella looked down at her plate. All she'd asked was when Dolley would come home. It had been a week since Dolley had gone on her walk. Ella was getting worried. But Ron kept saying that Dolley was gone. That Dolley had left. But that couldn't be true. Dolley would never leave like that.

Right?

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1956

Ron was sitting on the couch with a girl. She couldn't have been older than sixteen or seventeen. Yet, his hands were all over her. Even at six years old, Ella knew it wasn't right.

"Daddy, who is she?" the little girl had asked one night after coming downstairs for a glass of water.

The older girl had smiled. "I'm Camille," she told Ella. "Your daddy's new girlfriend."

Ella opened her mouth to ask something else, but closed it when she saw her father's warning look. Instead she replied, "Nice to meet you."

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1958

It was New Years Eve. Dolley and Ron's anniversary. And here he was, marrying a girl half his age.

"You may now kiss the bride," the priest said, and Camille Allan became Camille Wilson.

No one noticed her stepdaughter, the flower girl, crying in the bathroom.

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Camille and Ella sat in the kitchen. Camille had a black eye and a split lip. Ella was wiping away the blood.

"I can't believe he did this to me," Camille whispered as her stepdaughter got a bag of frozen peas from the freezer. 

Ella could believe it. She'd been on the receiving end of her father's hits more than once. "It's okay, Camille," she said softly, handing the woman the peas. "It'll be okay."

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1962

It had been seven years since Dolley went missing. Since then, Camille had divorced Ron. After that, he began abusing Ella worse. So, she left.

She knew her mother was dead. If she wasn't dead, she would've contacted her family.

So, Ella devised a plan to bring her mother back.

There was a ritual she'd heard about. Dangria's ritual. If she completed it, she could have her mother back. Thus, she went to Brookina.

She'd found a Brookinian with a boat in the harbor. She had to sleep with him to get passage to his homeland, but that was okay. As long as she got to see her mother again, it would be worth it.

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Ella didn't know how she ended up at the bottom of the ocean. She just wanted to see Dolley again. And now she was a crystal. Damned by Dangria.