Breaking Elizabeth - 02
The Sadistic Squad | Elizabeth | Noncon | Mind Break | Lesbian | Piercing
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I cleaned myself back up before pulling into the driveway. Wiping the tears from my eyes. Acting sick, although it wasn’t really an act. My stomach churned at the thought of food. I certainly felt ill. When I walked in the door, Mama was the only one home. Considering what happened when Office Jane hugged me, I didn’t dare approach her. I just told her I wasn’t feeling well, and hurried for the stairs, only to meet her coming down.
Mama said, “Oh, my dear, I’m so sorry,” and wrapped her arms around me before I could push past.
Another boulder smashed down upon my crystal statue. Far more massive than the last one. Cracks widened, and splinters of crystal were carried away upon the wind.
“I just need some rest,” I lied.
“Anytime you need me, I’m here for you.”
She hugged me tighter.
A boulder larger than my car smashed into my statue's crystal shoulder. The statue's right arm fell to the floor, shattering into tiny slivers, carried away upon the wind.
Fighting to hide my reaction, I stumbled away, and hurried into my room, locking the door behind me. I set the alarm for later that evening, and let exhaustion pull me under.
Mama knocked on the door, waking me from my slumber. Apparently, I had slept through dinner. She had fixed a bowl of chicken soup and brought it upstairs with a bottle of water. Of course, she had. Crawling out of bed, eyes aching, throat parched, I accepted the meal I had no intention of eating. Refusing Mother would only lead to a long argument, and I didn’t want that to happen.
Only after I set it on my desk, did it occur to me that Carla might still be watching my house through her scope. My window had been visible in the camera feed. What if she saw Mama bring me food and return empty-handed? Suddenly, I was terrified beyond belief. What if Clara told Danielle I disobeyed!
Less than a handbreadth from my crystal statue, a boulder smashed into the ground. It barely grazed the figure, only adding another crack or two.
I hurried to the window and opened the blinds wide. Just in case Carla was watching, I showed the full bowl to the window, then dumped the soup into my trash can. Next, I opened the water bottle and poured it in as well.
My skin crawled at the thought of Carla watching me, but closing the blinds seemed like a bad idea. Feeling sick, I sat down at my desk and waited for everyone to fall asleep. Thankfully I was the oldest and had had my own bathroom, I showered and cleaned myself, as though I was going on a first date. I even shaved my legs and put on deodorant. Part of me wanted to show up filthy and stinking, but the rest of me was terrified at how she would react.
Shortly after midnight, I wrote my own suicide note and left it on the bed. Silently, I snuck out of the house and walked towards northbridge. Without my phone to use as a flashlight, finding my way was difficult at first. But the moon was full and bright, and my eyes slowly adjusted to the night.
Whatever happened next, at least I left knowing that I had done my best. Above and beyond what anyone would have expected. Turning back one last time, I mentally waved goodbye to the house I grew up in. The family I loved.
Before long, I passed the detour signs and the roadblock that stopped all traffic heading for the bridge. Soon, it would be a fishing pier, but the city hadn't started that project. Even though they blocked off the road several months ago. A cloud passed over the full moon, and northbridge became a shadow in the night. Underneath it, the river rushed into the sea.
With every step, my heart thudded louder. Walking back into her clutches was the most difficult thing I’d ever done. My vision narrowed. I swallowed bile back down. Hers. I belonged to her now. For the first time, I wish I believed in god. To pray for mercy. To curse for the brutal unfairness of the world. Anyone to blame. Not that either would help. Nothing would help.
Danielle was there. Coming out of the darkness like a ghost. At the foot of the bridge. The moon broke through the clouds. Highlighting her face. Cold and pitiless, her eyes were deep pits of darkness. Amusement curved her lips. For a moment, my mind blanked.
I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing.
Danielle beckoned for me to follow her underneath the bridge. She held out her hand to stop me when we reached the fence at the edge of the concrete slab.
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