9 Momma dearest
I roared up the drive not giving a fuck that it was 5am. It was gently becoming light, the finger-like rays of the sun peeling back the night ready for a new day. I exited the car, leaving the door hanging open, the annoying beep of the door chime sounding through the air. I walked feeling drunk on killing, enjoying the texture of blood, guts and bone shards that coated my face and clothes. My eyes were bright against my mask of viscera, and I proceeded light footed into the house and upstairs into my mom’s bedroom. There, sleeping peacefully in her oval designer bed was mom, wearing a black slip and pink satin sleep mask, tucked in comfortably by crisp Egyptian cotton sheets. Youri lay away from her, sleeping on his stomach, his leg and naked ass cheek poking out from under the blankets.
“Mom!” I whispered viciously, and when she didn’t stir, I tugged on her wrist, “Mom!” I said again, closer to her ear this time. She lifted up her sleep mask and opened her eyes and almost screamed when she saw me in the state I was in.
“Shush!” I said annoyed, as I clamped my hand over her mouth, dragging her into the hallway. I left Bessto incapacitate Youri.
“What happened?!” my mom hissed.
“Not here,” I pleaded, turning on the waterworks, “let’s go the yoga room where we won’t be disturbed.” Obediently, mom followed me and once we were safely out of earshot of anyone in the house my mom went off.
“Whose blood is that?” she questioned.
“Oh it was terrible mom,” I blubbered, hearing the weasel laughing coldly in my inner ear, “I only just got out of the car before it went over the cliff. There was something wrong with the brakes and I lost control trying to stop.”
Damn Caspian! This performance has Golden Globe written all over it!The weasel laughed.
I inwardly smiled.
“Jesus!” Mom said, “do you need to go to hospital?” I shook my head.
“The cuts are superficial.”
“Well you’re home safe. Why don’t you get a shower and go to bed. I’ll make you some tea and give you a Valium. I knew I shouldn’t have let the car salesman talk me into a Lamborghini.”
My face changed, the soul of the weasel infecting my features, and I began to sing.
Flexible and fighting fit, your body’s like elastic. Tied up, beaten, smashed to bits. Pop goes the weasel!
“You need to pay for what you’ve done Mom,” I said, grabbing my phone out of my pocket as it dinged. My fingers left streaks of blood all over the screen, “oh look! Five million for the sale of daddy’s network! Sawyer told me what you did.”
All of a sudden my mother looked sheepish. “I’m sorry OK! I just wanted a bigger platform for my channel!”
“But Dad gave you everything!!” I snarled.
“That’s the point! I want something that’s mine, not a handout, something that’s mine alone!”
“Fuck’s sake mom don’t get all righteous on me now! I call bullshit!”
“If I have to pay for being ambitious, then so be it!” she replied, her mouth set in a determined line. I began to laugh until I spluttered, the weasel goading me on.
“You think that this is about the company?! You are fucking deluded and a cunt for forgetting about what you did to Savannah!”
“Fucking this again?! Why are you terrorizing me about that slut?!!” My nostrils flared and I grabbed her throat, lifting her off of the ground, the weasel’s raw strength coursing through my veins. My mom’s eyes looked scared as she stared into my manicface, not recognizing who she was looking at. I squeezed, her face turning purple, then I let go and dropped her like a discarded plaything. She was a bit out of it, so I dragged her over to a yoga mat and rolled her up in it like a bimbo burrito, securing her with a skipping rope that I took from a rack on the wall.
“Caspian! What are you doing?” she mumbled, her eyes flickering.
“Avenging someone who you tortured. Someone who thought of you as a friend. Someone whom you betrayed! How fitting that your own child will be the one to deal the death blow!!” Mom began to whimper.
“Please! Let me go! This has nothing to do with you! I never even wanted to hurt Savannah, just fuck her up a little and teach her a lesson, but it all got out of hand!”
“Did it Taylor? Spitting on me and doing nothing whilst they all raped me? How could you do that? As not only my friend, but as a woman seeing another woman being abused. You’re a monster!” We both turned to see Bess, covered in blood, but when she spoke, it was with Savannah’s voice.
“Dear God! Did you drug me?” my mom croaked.
“It’s me Taylor, and I’ve been planning my revenge for years, knowing that my way in would be through your child. The innocent killing the guilty.”
“That’s it! I’ve had a mental breakdown! Caspian call Dr. Phelps!” Mom shrieked as she wriggled like asilicone-filled worm, trying to escape. Wanting this to finally be over, I picked up a dumbbell and brought it down on my mom’s chest. There was a loud crack and a gushing sound, then my mom vomited blood. I hit her again, this time in the stomach, Bess looking on, Savannah seeing through her eyes, emotionless. Her stomach contents joined the blood, making her cough and wheeze. There was something seriously gross about edamame beans mixed with thick blood.
