Chapter 40 Tortured By Mom
Kristen's POV
I am drying my hands when someone enters the restroom.
"Kristen," it's mom when I look in the mirror.
"Hey, Mom, you're here," there's still guilt raging deep inside of me, but I don't feel as bad as before because everything between me and Calhoun has ended.
"Of course, I wanted to speak with you," she puts her hand on my shoulder and smiles sweetly at me. Except it doesn't reach her eyes or I imagined it?
No, it's truly fake.
"I know what it's about, Mother. I apologize for avoiding you," I tear my gaze away from hers.
And she doesn't respond; she just locks the door and slips the key into the top of her dress.
"Why did you do that?" Puzzled, I blink.
"I am here to talk, Kristen," she still has that fake smile on her face, smiling with her teeth this time just makes her creepy. She rakes her fingers through my hair, "By the way I like what you've done with your hair, being twenty-one just makes you a full fledge adult, you can fuck as you want."
Heat crawls on my cheeks, as I lower my eyes to the floor. It's foreign to have her speak this way with me, she hasn't before. Mom let go of my hair and slid her hand down until she's grabbing my left boob.
Christ, this is embarrassing.
"You've grown so much, haven't you? Six of my breasts cannot even amount to this huge melon in my hand," she gives a little squeeze.
"Are you even allowed to do this as a mother?" My blush intensified, I can tell I'm red from my cheeks to my neck.
"I had you when I was just sixteen, it still feels like yesterday when the pack doctor put you in my arms. You were such a squishy little thing, warm and weightless that I was even scared you'd fall."
"That's heartfelt, Mother."
"Why, yes," Mom releases my bust, slides her hand down to my stomach, and strokes.
"Later when I took you home, I realized it was just the two of us against the world. They kicked me out because I spent one drunken night with a stranger, and got pregnant with you. I would've been married to the Alpha's son at eighteen." Mom is still stroking my stomach, making me feel utterly uncomfortable.
"You know what I thought about?" Mom questions.
"N-n-no," how cranky my stammer comes out shows how afraid I am right now.
"Killing you," she blurts out.
"What?" I shudder.
"Yeah, 'cause you made my life miserable, if not that I was pregnant with you, they would never kick me out," Mom sighs, taking her hand away from my belly.
Now, I have to admit I don't have a good feeling about where this talk is heading. Why would she ever tell me she wanted to kill baby me?
"You make me feel bad, Mother," I make this utterance, wondering why something about her seems extrinsic in here. She wasn't like this earlier. Was it all pretense?
"As you should feel," this time Mom grabs a handful of my hair with all her might.
"What are you doing, Mother? Let me go," her actions confirm my thoughts right that she was faking things from the start. "You think I'm stupid?" She pulls my hair tighter than my veins are beginning to bulge out along my neck. It hurts, and her attitude is making my heart slip in my chest.
"You think I don't know what you've done to me?" Mom blocks the sink's drainage, puts on the tap, and starts filling it up with
water.
I try to release my hair from her hold, but she elbows me in the back and submerges my head into the sink full of water. Shock slams through me as I struggle to lift my head from the water, it's going through my nose, mouth, and even my ears. Help! I try to scream, but my voice only creates bubbles under the water.
She pulls my head out of the water after letting me drink enough. And I can't seem to decipher what's going on.
Is she trying to kill me or something?
I am panting, coughing out water at the same time while Mom's grip is still on my hair.
"Do you know what it feels like to experience near-drowning? Kristen? I was going to kill both myself and my wolf, now I want you to know what it feels like to go through such." Mom sneers at me and shoves my head in the sink with force this time. She's using both hands on me.
My hands are reaching out to grab her hand to stop this because it looks like I'm going to die this way.
She's trying to kill me? Because this doesn't even seem like a prank... the statement she made before pushing my head into the sink for the second time.
"How dare you sleep with my husband, Kristen?" Mom accuses me when she brings my head out of the water.
And if shock can kill someone, I would've died from it.
Calhoun told her the truth!?
Oh my god, I can't believe this.
"I have suffered so much for your sake, yet you never wanted me to find happiness. You were envious that I got married to Calhoun, you seduced him."
"That isn't true.." My lies are cut short by her smack on my cheek, which turns my head to the other side.
"You dare lie in my face after crumbling my marriage?"
"Stop this!" Tears are already brimming to my eyes.
"Shut up, you lying backstabbing bitch!" Mom slaps me again, "What did I ever do to deserve a traitor like you? You fucked Calhoun, tried to snatch him away from me!"
I am trembling really hard because I never hoped for this day to come. The way Mom is staring at me right now makes my knees give out underneath me and I drop to the wet floor.
Mom is in tears too, anger, pain, and disappointment are merged into one on her face.
"Calhoun couldn't touch me on our wedding night because of you, his behavior changed towards me. He told lies to my face, made me feel unwanted because he was cheating on me with my bitchy daughter!" Mom shrieks, slamming my head into the wall.
My vision blurs before the pain strikes through me.
"You think you can take him away with your boobs or that stupid thing between your legs? How dare you do this to me!?" She hits my head on the wall again and again.
"You're hurting me, Mother!" I yell amid my sobs.
"Hurting you? I haven't even started," with this saying, she steps on the mopping stick.
Quickly, I crawl, trying to reach for the door so I can make my escape because she's wild right now, won't care how much she's hurt me because she's deeply upset right now.
But the door is locked. She pocketed the key earlier.
"You think you can escape from me after all the damages you've done?" Mom pulls me back through my hair and hits my face on the sink counter.
"Did you ever feel guilty? Worry about hurting me?" She whips my back with the mopping stick.
Deciding I can't take any more of her torture, I shift and let my wolf growl in her face.
Mom appears taken aback for a second. The mopping stick slips from her hands, hits the floor, and sadness takes over her face
once more.
"You want to fight me?"
"Stop!" I order my wolf as she lunges at Mom. Hearing Mom's voice sounding so innocent weakens me, despite how she's hurt me. She's my mother after all.
"You want to fight me, Kristen?" Mom iterates as she takes a step forward to stand in front of my furious wolf.
Suddenly, she shifts and attacks.
Never in my twenty-one years on earth did I imagine myself to be in a position where my mom and I would fight. It's not even fighting, I am being defensive, protecting myself from sustaining claw bruises or bite marks. And mom, her wolf is bigger than mine, aggressive and even stronger because she's lived sixteen years before me.
"Kristen, Natalie, what the fuck is going on!?" Bruce's voice and the loud banging on the doorstep Mom.
She's the first to shift.
"Open this door or I'll break it!" Bruce shouts.
Mom is trying to find the key, something which I believe she's lost because it's not even in the pocket of her shorts.
"Where did it go?" She pulls her hair away from her face and sidesteps my wolf as if not happening.
Bruce is jamming his body against the door right now and I take this as a hint to shift back to my human form because I don't want him to see me like this.
The door eventually breaks open and Bruce pushes his way in.
"I heard the cries and screams, were you two arguing?" Bruce looks from me to Mom and Mom to me.
"No, no. Kristen was just throwing a fit because I cut off her allowances," I flinch when Mom puts her arm around me. She's lying to Calhoun's Beta so he won't suspect a thing.
But the whole place is already messed up, broken mirrors, my blood on the sink counter, water on the floor, my wet hair and half -soaked top, the broken mop.
"What the hell happened to you?" Bruce nears my side and holds my forehead with his frown deep on his face.
"What do you mean?"
"You have a nosebleed, Kristen. And a deep wound on your forehead."