Iris:
I woke up a few hours later, startling myself with the thought that I had fallen asleep.
I quickly got to my feet and leaned on the window, staring outside. The car was still not there.
"What are you looking at?" As soon as I heard a voice from behind , I jumped and turned around to see who had arrived.
I should have known from the voice that it was my mother, but I was still half asleep when I jumped off the couch.
I placed a hand on my chest and took a deep breath.
"Haven’t I asked you to go and sleep in Luca’s room? Why did you ask the nannies to leave?" she asked , folding her arms across her chest and tapping her fingers on her forearm.
"Because they are my children, and you cannot just keep controlling ," I told her, looking at her in despair.
"Sothing tells you are up to sothing. You better start talking," my mother said. Actually, no, she demanded.
"I do not understand. Why do you hate so much?" I asked her in a soft voice because my kids were sleeping.
I stepped toward her, reaching the door. I should have locked it. But when had she allowed privacy?
"I do not hate you. That is the problem. You never really figured out that what your mother is doing is only for you." She began to babble and repeat the sa things that I did not believe.
"There was no way a mother who wants to do sothing for her child would traumatize her like you did to ," I told her, and tears started to form in my eyes.
Flashback:
"Co on, just pose. It is not like we are making you do sothing," my mother hissed, her guards holding a gun at us, the other one holding a cell phone to record.
There was another guard in my room, pointing a gun at Amy while she was sleeping.
My mother was on a murer mission, and I had no clue how things had turned out this way.
"Both of you just hold the dick together, and you, Scarlett, take your tongue out," my mother said to her, and my body shuddered.
I was sitting beside Luca. Scarlett was on the other side of Luca.
My hands were shaking as I held his cock, feeling terrible about what she was making do.
Scarlett obeyed. For the next few minutes, she made us do things like that, more specifically Scarlett.
After the initial few photographs, she let go.
She asked to wear a dress, and I quickly put it on, but I felt terrible watching her record Scarlett, even solo videos of her.
Throughout that ti, I cried and begged her to stop. She did not listen to .
She promised that those videos would stay on her phone only, but the fact that she did it while two n were in the room made realize sothing that day.
After getting the cure, there was one person I wanted to kill and that was my mother.
While my mother did that to her, I just watched from the corner, scratching my arms, rembering the way she made hold it, the way she made pose with his dick.
He was also a victim in all this.
End of flashback.
I watched my mother, and she avoided my eyes because she knew she had crossed the line the other night.
"I was doing whatever you were telling . I was getting water for you. So what if I had one slip up? He is my ex-husband. He is the man I had loved. So what if I got a little too close to him for comfort that night? You decided to punish for wanting sothing?" I asked her, shaking as I pointed at her.
"All my life, I have waited for your affection, Mother. All my life," I said, quickly getting rid of the tears because I knew that none of them would lt her heart.
It would only make her feel like she had achieved sothing.
"Do not say that. You are making it seem like I want to hurt my own daughter. I love you just as much as I..." Before she could finish, I raised my palm.
"No. Do not ever say that. I know you do not love . You only love my brother," I said, sniffling.
"You underestimate your mother so much. I only wanted the best for you."
As soon as she paused to hold my hand, I stepped back, freeing my hands from her. I hated her touch.
"There were two n in the room, Mother, when you stripped naked. You made pose with Luca, who had no idea what was going on with him. Do you have any understanding of what you have done?" I asked her, taking a deep gulp.
Even the gulp felt like I was swallowing a big rock down my throat.
"Those videos will be gone, okay?" my mother told .
"No one will get their hands on them," she stated, trying to approach , to hold for comfort, but I kept stepping away from her.
I hated that she always made it seem like she was doing it for . Why could she not be honest with and tell that she hated ?
I would appreciate the truth more.
"Tell , what will happen after we have achieved the cure?" I asked her, taking a deep breath and holding my hands up, letting her know that I did not want to be touched by her.
"Then we will go ho. We will help your brother wake up," my mother said, smiling ear to ear.
"But I do not want to go back ho with you," I said, and the way the wrinkles around her eyes faded as she ford a straight face scared .
"So what would you do? you will stay here?" she asked , and the bitterness in her voice returned.
I did not understand how a mother could be so monstrous, and now I was beginning to be afraid of her.
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