Chapter 120 Death
Kristen's POV
My eyes lazily flutter open, only to see Mom staring down at me with an inauspicious smile on her face.
"What did you do?" I ask quickly, because I can remember how I passed out from drinking a wine that I didn't know was drugged.
"See for yourself," Mom folds her hands across her chest and moves back from me.
And when I try to move, I figure that something is holding me
backward, only to stare at my body and find out that I am being tied to the chair.
"What's going on here?" I inquire, with my heart rising up to my throat because this place seems creepy. And the way I am tied brings back memories of Jack the Rogue Psycho.
"You think I'll let you live happily with Calhoun, after all you did to me?" Mom kisses her teeth and shakes her head at me.
"So you admit that you've been pretending?" I accuse, feeling scared and upset at the same time.
"Oh, yes, I was. I could never be free with you," Mom admits the truth.
"But you signed the divorce papers, you told Calhoun he could be with me," I point out.
"I wasn't in my right state of mind when I did that, I would never let you have Calhoun to yourself,"
"So what will you do to me now, hurt me?"
"How dare you get pregnant for Calhoun upon knowing he's mine?"
"It was never my intention, I just found out that I was pregnant."
"Liar, you deliberately got pregnant for him to tie him down."
"You know that's not true, mother."
"Shut up!" She snaps at me, while I just stay silent as I watch her. Wonder how she could put up such a fake attitude just so she could kidnap me and hurt me.
"And Calhoun fucking engaged you when he knows I am still hurting because of him," Mom stares at me with so much spite that I shuddered. I'm used to her hateful glares but I've never seen her look at me this way before. She seems completely murderous and it's fear instilling.
"Do you know how hard it's been for me this whole time? Leaving as far away as Calhoun's ex-wife and the Greyhound's former Luna?" She curls her head aside as she drops this.
"I was like an outcast, like Jack the rogue psycho or even worse than him. Simply because my own daughter chose to betray me. And my husband picked her over me." She concludes.
"You have to stop this, Mother! Calhoun doesn't love you. It's me he loves," I yell because she needs to stop living in her delusions.
"How dare you!?" She smacks me hard on the cheek, something which turns my face to my left.
"Rubbing that in my face just to fuel my hatred for you?" Mom is already baring her fangs at me, and even her claws are erupting.
She slaps me again.
"Stop!" I yell.
"You don't tell me what to do, I gave birth to you after all," Mom
sneers at me.
"That doesn't give you the right to torture me this way. I'm not that six-year-old kid whom you maltreated and then cried along with, faking your pity," I fire at her.
This time, she picks up something from the table behind her.
And when I look closely, I realized that she's holding wood that was carved like a knife.
And my mouth parts in horror.
"You know what this is, right?" Mom raise a brow at me.
I take a hurtful gulp.
"One strike to your heart and you'll be gone for good. Even that child you're carrying for Calhoun wouldn't live to see this world," She lets this out.
My body keeps shuddering with fear. I can't believe she would have such a thing with her. Does she want to truly kill me?
"I am supposed to carry Calhoun's child and not you, Kristen. You should've gone far away from Calhoun when you had the chance to." Mom glares at me.
"Please don't do this, mother. This child is innocent, not guilty of every sin you've accused me of," I implore because I'm afraid she
wants to kill me.
"It doesn't change anything, Kristen," Mom shakes her head at me in pity, "The child and you don't deserve to live."
"Please, Mother, I'll go far away from Calhoun as you've always wanted. Don't kill me and my child," my voice is louder because my
fear is getting the best of me.
"Don't even bother about filling up my head with lies, you little bitch. Go away from Calhoun and he'd still look for you. That's how much you've wrapped your skinny little fingers around my man," she sneers at me, lowering the wood to my stomach.
"I am begging you," tears are dripping down my cheeks without even my permission because it smells like death in here already.
A knock on the door makes Mom shiver-jolt. And her eyes raise in fear because she has no idea how someone could find this place. When it's obvious a basement in a hidden spot.
Quietly, she goes to the door, holding the piece of carved wood
behind her.
"Who's it?"
"It's me, Stewart."
Father? I can feel my breathing getting sharp and aberrant.
I don't want to think he has a hand in this.
Mom smirks to herself before unlocking the door and creaking it
open.
"What are you doing here?" The door only has a small parting, and she's standing in front of it so he won't gain entrance in.
"I'm looking for Kristen, I was told by her friends that you..." "FATHER!!! Please save me. She's trying to kill me!" I wail out loud
with everything inside of me, upon knowing he's not working with
her.
"Kristen!" There's panic in his voice.
Mom curses under her breath as she struggles with him on the door, it's obvious he's trying to make his way in, using his strength. And I can feel my heart pounding with force in my chest at this. Mom and Dad fighting at the door.
But suddenly all my hopes of getting rescued are cut short when Mom plunges the piece of carved wood into Dad's stomach to slow him down, before quickly removing it to stab him right in the chest.
"Father!" My yell is shaky because he's bleeding profusely as he stares at me, with his mouth slightly apart.
"Kristen..." he calls out to me, with so much love in his eyes that are
starting to get red and teary at the same time.
And when Mom plucks out the piece of wood from his heart, he
slumps to the floor.
"No!" I scream like a banshee with my heart slamming against my ribcage. Because he's moving, he's not moving at all.
"Pathetic thing," Mom nudges him with her feet until his body turns, and I can see him right now. His eyes are open, but he's gone.