Kalen

This profound tingling sensation is killing me and the anticipation is enough to choke me in the gut.

All my emotions suppressed internally are melted and causing me a mental breakdown at the unknown reason he had brought me home.

Does he want me to witness my Mom's death or the small community burn down with his weapon of mass destruction?

It's a 40 minutes drive and will be arriving at my house. The home I've missed for so long feels like a dream I've been wanting to visit. Where I belong! Used to belong.

I hope it will not be a midsummer night's dream!

Cross fingers!

I stick my face in the window and try to find some logic to this madness then I saw the note with breakfast, a green dress, and white keds. Something usually wears when I had full liberty to choose my own.

This is another test?! It must be!

"Eat the damn food and take a wash, Kalen. I want you lovely when we reach Mommy Dearest". He said while kissing my nape. I tried to turn and face him but he won't enable me.

" why?" That's all I stammer.

He showered me with more kisses and a finger going in and out of my pussy. A stray moan left my lips enough to make him stop and find something to laugh at that made me irritated beyond measure.

"Suprise. Suprise. Suprise. Play the cards right, my dear, and leave the uncertainty to Fate".

An amusing smile came and then left me to my thoughts.

The desire to smash things and make a mess in this confounded place is driving me insane but for the face of my Mom, I have to make a plan. A plan to ask for help without any trouble. For mom to be safe, I have to Man up and it starts with a full wash and making the joyful face I could ever be as I obey every whim of his.

After a few minutes, I thought I could stabilize my feelings about seeing my only family but it seems betty gets in the way. Yes, the beloved cow as I remember correctly, and all my emotions go haywire. He notices them so skillfully every time I swing on my manner as he put away

whatever he is doing on the laptop and snakes his way to my waist.

"it's okay, my dear! I know you're all over the place", a soothing voice said," just don't scatter yourself, try to collect all the pieces together and be calm. You know, breath in! and breath out! I don't want to be savage more than I should".

A threatening command after an evil sarcasm that leaves no room for intractability for the likes me but to cower and rot.

Yes, cower and muck in hell.

"Come along, let's face Mommy". His excitement is my dilemma.

I force my feet to step down but my horror is my enemy so he dragged me out strongly until we reach the front door of the house.

Everything seems surreal.

The barn that used to be is nowhere to be found except for the shadows that tell it was there.

I hope my mother is not here so she won't witness what I have become.

" maybe mom is not here", I said timidly. He brushes that off with a knowing smirk.

" nonsense, she's here". That was all he said.

Of course! Dumb!

He went straight to the patio and proceeds to knock twice casually as he does with a bouquet of assorted flowers that my mom adores that his henchmen went to give him out of nowhere and just like a shadow fading away from my sight.

My feet feel sweating, my heart is racing like a horse on a track in whatever scenario this will come out. As I am preoccupied with my worries and predictions, the door opened and the most lovely scent impaled my senses. I've wished to see them for the longest time but I couldn't pinpoint how emotionally unprepared I stood after longing for her.

She hug me as though it was my last paying no mind to the person with me and scratches my back as she always does when she knows I'm down or distressed.

"Mom, I missed you so much!" My faint words came out and I am at ease in her arms and that could not stop the tears flowing from me like hail. What seemed like a forever hug came to a halt when Thráin made a sound and automatically my body knew his command to introduce him to her like the perfect expensive gentleman he pretends to be.

My mom's face lights up and hands him a handshake like he is welcome anytime while flushed at the bouquet he offered.

" So nice to finally meet you, Thráin. The man who swooned my daughter to do sabbatical". She stated as though she knew him more than I do. Like its more of a statement rather than anything else.

Grabbing her hand he replied,

" exquisite! The pleasure is all mine, Grace".

When did the fuck they know each other as friends?

I was lost beyond and more than confused which he noticed easily and then responded with a sly smirk and a devilish wink.

" I'm just glad that after all the postcards, voice calls, and pictures, you're finally here and I see you got a tattoo along! ". That was all. she said before Blitzing her way to get some refreshments like she does when we have guests with such enthusiasm.

Oh no He didn't!

The Fuck!

All along I thought I would be reported as a missing person yet here I am going turned into a lovestruck individual who left everything just to follow my heart to elopement. I bit my lower lip, clenched, and unclenched my hands to build composure on this erratic scene as I feel bile might rise I feel disgusted at the thought of his manipulation of my mom,

" we're just a love-struck couple that couldn't dawdle for fate to happen. As soon as I had her, 'yes' we never came to stop". With a sense of evil, I knew his words were much for me rather than a response to hers.

I don't know if my mom can tell a lie from the truth but I'm pretty sure she knows me more than him to believe this but what do I know? He made her believe made-up stories. He talked to her when I couldn't even.

I want to wail out loud, disproof him, and tell mom to call the police or run but I know better than that.

defeated, I lowered my shoulders and all my defenses gave my best smile and nodded.

"I'm just thankful he helped you out after that terrorism attack on your block." She reminded then proceeded to invite us to go into the house.

The fucker can win a screenwriter award for this!

I'm so damned thwarted!

I don't want him to go in and taint the last fragment of my refuge, so I stayed still for quite some time that he arched his eyebrows.

" pen or gun? ", he asks.

I process his question and dulled.

" Please!", shakily I pleaded.

His demeanor changed when his shoulders slumped, " don't you ever do nothing to embarrass me".

He says as he hugs me tight, pinches my ass, kissed me dearly, and pulls me in. I hold back the tears by bating them from time to time, fighting the bile that might arise any moment as I feel disgusted by his smearing touch. The few minutes of casual exchanges they were having with mom are torturous in every way. He looked at my toddler pictures and smiled back at me giving me diarrhea that might last for years vibes. I want to wipe out his imprints on my house, and dial 911 but I sent these thoughts to the back of my mind again. Over again.

There was never something beautiful in him. All I see is a Monster, filthy rich ass, good-looking fucking brilliant acting Monster.

I couldn't stand it anymore and automatically came to my room which felt like ages since I'd left.

When was the last time I was here for Thanksgiving? My mom loves to decorate the house with different motifs she has in the mode, something I don't get from her. She loves domestication and complacency, something I don't possess.

All my hope is gone!

Just like the story of Pandora, the hope that is left in a pessimistic way is Like a Deceptive Expectation in this reality I have. I keep standing and staring at my room not knowing what to do then as lighting I went to search for the cutter I have somewhere in my drawers to kill him out of nowhere. But as I kneel in a frantic search I saw an old photo of my mom cheering on me when I was young.

It was an old photo from my dance recital. Her smile and her claps are swoon-worthy.

altogether the walls crashed down on me, I cried like a river at my stupid damn idea. I could never bear to see what my mother would think of me, regardless of the cause and the outcome.

I just don't know why I'm so emotional.

I'm is is is so pathetic!

I can't get my head right on what to do.

Should I kill him or kill myself?

I don't know how long I was sobbing but I didn't feel a presence behind me as it reach forth my shoulders and gave my head some ass-loving massage then gave me a back hug.

It would have been incredible if it was my mother but I knew by the scent that its Him.

It's always Him and me.

Fucking him and me.

" you're so volatile, my dear! Why don't you sleep for a moment while I make some phone calls". He speaks softly while giving me saliva-dripped kisses on my nape.

It would have been again great if we were in love but were far beyond that and we are never on that road.

He went by the window side and started speaking in a different language while looking back and forth between me and the scenery outside. The tone of his conversation seems unpleasant and might go haywire so I let sleep and exhaustion hit me like a force reckoned and had me dozing in a second.

By the time I woke up, it seems I have fallen asleep much more than I should be. The lights are dim outside and no noise could be heard from Thráin or my mom and that gave me bad intuition. I stirred from my sleep having spasms in my neck due to the same position. As I roam my eyes out I noticed a dress and shoes beside me with a note that I should wear them with minimal makeup.

Without any place for rebelliousness, I showered immediately and put on the damned dress that I don't know I magically pulled up together, thankfully my few makeup stuff have not expired yet to make me look lovely despite how awful looking in my mirror. Long gone are my joyous eyes and healthy face but replaced with long hair that hasn't been cut since with a pale ruminative face. I can't remember how I've become more disoriented and sad despite the facade I put up with.

It's me! It's me!

with all the excess baggage that I can't break free of and no amount of makeup can cover up a depressing state.

As I walk out of our home I saw some lights set up on the path that led back to the perfect scenery I used to adore when I was in my teenage dreams that someone would take me out for a date like the ones seen in the cinema and now I'm facing one but I'm having all bad premonition about this.

The table for the three settings seems unreal and elegantly arrayed with foods and precious rose wine. his favorite kind of wine from his good friend in France. I don't know who set them up then I saw a mom with a passive face and a gleeful stance in the middle chair waiting for me who matches my dress in the same color.

This would again be an amazing feeling if there is some erotic feeling involved. If only my mom knew the atrocious capabilities this man hid in his sleeves. What he has done to me and others.

What horror he has and will do if chances are not in his favor.

Thráin without any rush came to my side with his sauve presence. like a master deceiver that he is with his remarkable danger looming over me to follow his steps. I like his after-save smell but I despise them at the same time. There is a sense of freshness when it comes to him but I also can't keep myself from resenting them all.

I just don't understand myself anymore! Why? I feel melting and fear at the same time.

We are all seated but no one dared to break the silence as he lusted after me with his snaky stares. It seems my mom has picked up the terrifying tension being held in the air though it's not humid or chilly at all until a waiter delivers mouth-watering foods, I'm sure cooked by his astounding chef.

I watch as Thráin sips the wine with such a triumphant grimace like his plan is gonna be successful tonight and I don't know what that would be.

He breaks the silence by asking a series of questions about me as a kid, school other stuff some awkward questions to which my mom happily shared some embarrassing truths as moms do and all I do is watch as it unfolds with fake laughter followed by tumultuous calmness after then saying half of the story to please my mom and not him. I want to share my side but I never want him to think that I'm ok at this.

Ok with him having such a good time with my mom because I'm not!

After the main course, that's the most delicious food I had for a while because I feel this is my last time eating with mom which makes me choke some tears along the way he just chuckles along the way.

Suddenly he stood more gigantic than ever before. The murmurs of my mom quiet down as we assess every movement he makes with my ever-fast-beating heart.

"I initially planned this a month before but thought of a brilliant way to do this..."

He gets down on one knee, on his one bent bloody knee and I wanted to wail but I remain forbearing as baffled at him then locked my eyes on the thing he had gotten out of his pocket.

I wanted to run! Run was the senses telling me!

Things end badly in this spectacle.

" In all my life I never had wished to share spring, summer, winter, and fall with just one person", he confides but I locked my gaze on mom.

I hope she sees how frightened I subsist. I look at her oblivious to reality the true reality of me and all I see is love for me unyielding and all my eyes started to shed some tears. The sick bastard wanted to do this in front of my Mom and it shivers me to my core.

The ring he showed and slip onto my fingers weights more than the world to me. It means he wants to make things legally forever binding and my hope rainbows slanted in sneers.

" This marquise-style ring had been in my family for generations and

I engulf my nerves as tears form more than ever as I take one last look at him and then at mom with a red dot on her forehead visible to me.

I beamed with tears and proudly nodded my head in agreement.

"

I pulled him for a kiss and he loves it with every fiber as I wallow in the fate of my Mother for his sick fucking obsession.