FORMERLY V D' YAVOL.
For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psycholo...
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"Dad!"
There was a beat of silence before I heard my father yell at me from the kitchen. I dropped my bags at the door before I pulled my coat off and advanced towards the room. The smell of caramelized onions wafted into my nose, and I knew dad was on his cooking spree again. It usually happened when him and mom weren't speaking.
"Hi, dad," he turned towards me with a subtle smile on his lips before he went on with the cooking. I chewed on a piece of cut carrot as I asked, "Where's mum?"
My father merely jutted his chin skywards, telling me she was upstairs in their bedroom. I turned on my heel and made my way upstairs, spending a few moments kiss-attacking Lillith. I knocked thrice on the door and a soft, "Come in," came from inside.
I opened the door to reveal my mother in bed, her reading glasses propped on her nose bridge. She didn't look up as I walked in, she silently continued paging through her magazine, the smoke of a dying cigarette growing fainter and thinner as it went higher.
"Hi mum," I said finally as I took a seat next to her on their bed. She looked over at me and smiled a soft smile, then went back to her magazine. But it was only for a moment, before she looked at me again, and her gaze zeroed in on the thin, silver chain that hung from my neck.
"That's pretty, she commented half-heartedly. "When did you get it?"
My cheeks flushed crimson as I played with it, "It was a gift for my birthday,"
She hummed thoughtfully, "From who? A boy, perhaps? Adam?"
I grimaced instantly, "No, not Adam. We broke up well over a year ago, you know this, mum," my mother's lips quirked up as she forced down a smile, "Hm. Well, who's it from then? Do know them?"
My cheeks flushed again, bright red and hot, "Yes. But I'm not going to tell you who it is," her gaze flickered over my face and then they went back to her reading, and she kept on as she asked me, "You know, Dreamy, I love and care about you a lot, baby. You're my only daughter, and I'd hate for anything- or anyone, to hurt you,"
I frowned- my mother had never expressed her feelings for me like this before. It was almost like it was a silent warning.
She couldn't know.
Could she?
"And..." she stopped herself, putting her magazine away and taking her glasses off, "And men- especially older- don't really care for the feelings of a young girl. I've noticed you started wearing more dresses, huh? Did-did he tell you he likes them?"
My heart shot up to the hollow point in my throat, yet before I could answer, she continued.
"Older men like girls like you-"
"Girls like me?" I questioned sharply.
"Yes," she reached for me and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear, "they like girls like you because you're young, and impressionable. They think you don't know anything, Dream. You're naïve, baby. They like to use their power to dominate you, they-"
"Mum," I whispered, fresh tears burning behind my eyes, "I don't know what you're talking about,"
"You and Kirill, Dream,"
A sharp, deafening ringing filled my ears. It felt like my chest was cracked open and my heart ripped out and stomped on a million times. My mouth went paper dry as I found her gaze, yet she kept putting hair behind my ear, running her fingers down my cheek. Touching me and touching me and I couldn't, I couldn't-
The sound of my phone getting a notification snapped me out of my daze. I grabbed it from my back pocket and stood up, circling in her bedroom as I pressed on the message.
Kirill: My days are bland without you. What are you doing? Also I-
Cold, lifeless hands pulled the phone from my hold before I could finish reading. I reached for it with an annoyed whine, yet my mother pushed my hands away and her eyes skimmed over the words, and my heart fell to my heels as she did.
"Mama, please. You can't read my fucking phone!"
My mother stilled, and then her hand lifted and it crashed against my cheek with a hard blow. It knocked me back, not the slap but she fact that my mother had just put her hands on me. The tears from before finally made their way down my cheeks. She stood rooted to her spot as I did, and went through more of our messages.
"I liked your dress today," she read out loud. "I liked your suit today," she went on, and on and on and I was trying to pull my phone away from her again, yet she pushed me off, and bolted to the other side of her bed, successfully putting it between us.
"You're fucking insane!" I bellowed, "That is my private property, that I bought with my own money! You can't go through my phone, ma!"
Her icy, slightly terrifying gaze snapped up to meet my teary one, "This man is using you!" she screamed, lifting her hand and tossing my phone to the ground, the screen absolutely cracking against the tiles. My heart broke along with it.
"He's going to string you along, Dream! He's going to fuck you and leave you, why can't you understand this!"
I dropped to my knees, slowly crawling to my broken phone. I turned it around and sure enough, a few dozen cracks lay before my eyes. Without a word, I rose to my feet and wiped the tears dripping from my chin. I faced my deranged mother.
"You will never lay a hand on me again," I snarled and backed out of her bedroom, passing my confused, worried father but I ignored his questions and beelined for my bedroom. I slammed the door closed, waking sleeping Lillith in the process. I climbed into bed next to her and pulled her too me, and softly cried into her gray coat.
