The Secret The Cheerleader Doesn't... - Chapter 41: Chapter 41
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Cassie's Pov
I had been for about two hours already before she started waking up. She tossed her head side to side, whining a bit about the sun coming through the double paneled window. I watched as she started sitting up and when she finally noticed another person was in the room, all movements stopped.
I wanted to chuckle, to mock her... humiliate her for being locked up all these years... but if I make one wrong turn, I'm stuck where she is. Her eyes leveled to mine as she asked with a crackling voice, "Who are you?"
"It's interesting, isn't it? No matter what, if you shaved off all that hair, wore contacts that changed your eye color, hell - if you somehow changed the color of your skin, I would recognize you. I could tell who you were just in moments glance," I said, "but here you are... how lovely it must be not to think of me... to be able to live without me - stress free. I'm envious."
"What are you talking about?"
Playing with my hands, I smile I bit, "To this day, I still think of you... what you've done. Old memories show up everyday.... nightmares haunt me often. I keep myself to a strict line to make sure I never become you... that I won't hurt others the way you've hurt me or him. For years I've been killing myself over you... been comparing myself to you... fearing you... I've feared you so much that I've damaged the ones I love... that I've damaged myself." She just stared at me, confused and slightly angry. Every passing minute I could see her slowly remembering me... the hatred returning piece by piece. I was just waiting for it all to fall into place... to become that beautiful painting. "To save myself, I'll use you. I will get the answers to my questions, I will find out what the fuck you've done and why you did it, because I deserve an explanation... I deserve closure," I said, glaring at her.... seeing it all come together in her mind, "and I'll come back here every fucking day until you tell me."
Her breathing was heavy, fast, and loud. I could feel the tension... the hatred radiating from her. I knew she wanted to choke me, to see the life drain from my eyes. I knew how much she wanted to kill me...
Because I had the same desire towards her.
"Pathetic," she spewed, "nothing but a burden... a psychotic bitch who needs to be put down."
"You're right, I am psychotic... but who's the one tied to the bed?" I said. She checked her arms, seeing the restraints. "Before coming in here, the nurse stopped me outside. She warned me that you are violent, irrational, and easily angered... I couldn't help but laugh... I out of everyone would know that best."
"Faggot," she spat.
"Come on mom... you can do better," I said, "'Fucking useless piece of shit'.... 'I should have fucking aborted you'.... or my favorite, 'I'll get that fucking boy across the street and fuck you... fuck the lesbian out of you! I'll make him cum in you and get you pregnant so that whore will never come near you again'.... you always had creative insults... creative threats."
"It's not normal," she grumbled, "it's disgusting."
"And beating your children, pushing them both to suicide is far worse than disgusting," I stood up and walked over to her. She scooted back, fear overcoming her.
I allowed myself to morph into my past... allowed myself to become excited at her fear. I allowed the fucking monster in me to surface...
But if anyone was to face that side... it should be here.
Hovering over her, I grinned as wide as I could... staring into her eyes as they teared... as she begged me to leave her alone, I couldn't help but bath in such thrill, "I must thank you for something mom... you've given me this disgusting side... you've taught me all your ways, your ideals... now it's time to return them."
~
Once I was in the hotel, I took a shower and collapsed onto the couch. Staring at the walls, I felt my body sink a little. It was exhausting letting it out... allowing myself to return to such inhumane trait...
But the difference I can control it better now. I'm educated and I know where the line is. I'm not afraid to fuck her up mentally, but I would never lay a hand on her.
For she is my mother.
"Gotta go back tomorrow though," I sighed, "I have to get my questions answered."
Today was to assert dominance, to make her understand I'm the one in control now. That fact I had her weeping to herself in a ball told me she would be obedient... that she would tell me what I wanted to know.
Suddenly, I fell into laughter... but as I laughed tears fell from my eyes. Out I whimpered, "I really need Ani... I need someone to learn on...."
~
Ani's Pov
Quickly I got out of the bed and pulled on some clothes. Jennifer was asleep, knocked unconscious. It was almost time for me to go get the twins so I heard out without disturbing her.
It started to rain randomly as I waited at a red light. As I watched the light I leaned forward and screamed.... I screamed as loud as I could... I screamed until it hurt.... I screamed even though the cars behind me were honking....
I screamed for Cassie.... I need Cassie.
I had been for about two hours already before she started waking up. She tossed her head side to side, whining a bit about the sun coming through the double paneled window. I watched as she started sitting up and when she finally noticed another person was in the room, all movements stopped.
I wanted to chuckle, to mock her... humiliate her for being locked up all these years... but if I make one wrong turn, I'm stuck where she is. Her eyes leveled to mine as she asked with a crackling voice, "Who are you?"
"It's interesting, isn't it? No matter what, if you shaved off all that hair, wore contacts that changed your eye color, hell - if you somehow changed the color of your skin, I would recognize you. I could tell who you were just in moments glance," I said, "but here you are... how lovely it must be not to think of me... to be able to live without me - stress free. I'm envious."
"What are you talking about?"
Playing with my hands, I smile I bit, "To this day, I still think of you... what you've done. Old memories show up everyday.... nightmares haunt me often. I keep myself to a strict line to make sure I never become you... that I won't hurt others the way you've hurt me or him. For years I've been killing myself over you... been comparing myself to you... fearing you... I've feared you so much that I've damaged the ones I love... that I've damaged myself." She just stared at me, confused and slightly angry. Every passing minute I could see her slowly remembering me... the hatred returning piece by piece. I was just waiting for it all to fall into place... to become that beautiful painting. "To save myself, I'll use you. I will get the answers to my questions, I will find out what the fuck you've done and why you did it, because I deserve an explanation... I deserve closure," I said, glaring at her.... seeing it all come together in her mind, "and I'll come back here every fucking day until you tell me."
Her breathing was heavy, fast, and loud. I could feel the tension... the hatred radiating from her. I knew she wanted to choke me, to see the life drain from my eyes. I knew how much she wanted to kill me...
Because I had the same desire towards her.
"Pathetic," she spewed, "nothing but a burden... a psychotic bitch who needs to be put down."
"You're right, I am psychotic... but who's the one tied to the bed?" I said. She checked her arms, seeing the restraints. "Before coming in here, the nurse stopped me outside. She warned me that you are violent, irrational, and easily angered... I couldn't help but laugh... I out of everyone would know that best."
"Faggot," she spat.
"Come on mom... you can do better," I said, "'Fucking useless piece of shit'.... 'I should have fucking aborted you'.... or my favorite, 'I'll get that fucking boy across the street and fuck you... fuck the lesbian out of you! I'll make him cum in you and get you pregnant so that whore will never come near you again'.... you always had creative insults... creative threats."
"It's not normal," she grumbled, "it's disgusting."
"And beating your children, pushing them both to suicide is far worse than disgusting," I stood up and walked over to her. She scooted back, fear overcoming her.
I allowed myself to morph into my past... allowed myself to become excited at her fear. I allowed the fucking monster in me to surface...
But if anyone was to face that side... it should be here.
Hovering over her, I grinned as wide as I could... staring into her eyes as they teared... as she begged me to leave her alone, I couldn't help but bath in such thrill, "I must thank you for something mom... you've given me this disgusting side... you've taught me all your ways, your ideals... now it's time to return them."
~
Once I was in the hotel, I took a shower and collapsed onto the couch. Staring at the walls, I felt my body sink a little. It was exhausting letting it out... allowing myself to return to such inhumane trait...
But the difference I can control it better now. I'm educated and I know where the line is. I'm not afraid to fuck her up mentally, but I would never lay a hand on her.
For she is my mother.
"Gotta go back tomorrow though," I sighed, "I have to get my questions answered."
Today was to assert dominance, to make her understand I'm the one in control now. That fact I had her weeping to herself in a ball told me she would be obedient... that she would tell me what I wanted to know.
Suddenly, I fell into laughter... but as I laughed tears fell from my eyes. Out I whimpered, "I really need Ani... I need someone to learn on...."
~
Ani's Pov
Quickly I got out of the bed and pulled on some clothes. Jennifer was asleep, knocked unconscious. It was almost time for me to go get the twins so I heard out without disturbing her.
It started to rain randomly as I waited at a red light. As I watched the light I leaned forward and screamed.... I screamed as loud as I could... I screamed until it hurt.... I screamed even though the cars behind me were honking....
I screamed for Cassie.... I need Cassie.
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