Fractured

Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Shit was about to hit the fan, ladies and genitals.  And when it did, I wanted that shit to hit her in the face.  Maybe she could swallow it too, get sick, and die. I mean, that would make things so much more easier.  But also very unlikely at the same time, unfortunately.  I suppose it doesn't matter.  Because either way, the fan will fling it somewhere.  And it will require dodging.  I need to be ready when that happens.  And I will be this time, I had to be. 

I can't let her get the upper hand this time if she actually does get violent with me.  It's happened too many times now... where she will get the upper hand in a fight because of a small slip up or mistake by me.  Or just luck on her side.  Not this time though, I would make sure of it.  I knew I could take this nasty fuck down and needed to be ready too.  Of course, I wouldn't push for that yet.  She wanted civil and have everything stay calm?  Alrighty.  Lets be civil, Clare, and see how far that gets us.

Sighing deeply, I narrowed my eyes on her as I stood there, watching her from where she was seated in the chair.  She appeared so relaxed... but I wasn't buying it.  I took a few steps closer to the coffee table but that was it and I wasn't sitting down.  If I was standing, it gave me a better advantage if she so much as tries to do something.  And after all, higher ground always is better in battle (that's right, I know war bitches).

My arms crossed, I stood there and stared her down.  My eyebrows dipped and I was disgusted with her already.  "What do you want to talk about, my wonderful mother?"

"Your freedom," she said simply in return.  Her face was blank, and she was still.  All except her eyes which were radiating fire, aimed right at me. Hate and hope as she spoke.

I raised an eyebrow and snorted, not letting that look she was giving me get to me.  But I wont lie, I was nervous about whatever this was she wanted to talk about.  I mean... freedom?  I could smell the BS on her breath.  Rather, I had a good bet it was to tell me that she knew about Luke and me.  Or that she knew that we were looking for Emily's body.

"Freedom from you?" I shook my head.  "I would say 'hallelujah' but I can't get my hopes up with the devil's mistress."  

"Would you just cut this shit," she said, annoyed and rolling her eyes, finally offering up more than a blank face.  I sighed under my breath as she continued.  "Can't I just talk to you, mother to daughter?" she said innocently and smirking.

I half rolled my eyes and gave her a toneless, "No." I shook my head.  "We have never just 'talked'" I said, now getting annoyed with her much more.

"You're lucky I don't just get rid of you now, you little cunt," she growled in a fast hiss.... and it was so full of hatred, it caught me straight off guard.  I've rarely heard her voice go that deep, that menacing - and that's saying a lot when I'm referring to Clare herself. I stared at her for a long moment, my heart jumping at the growl in her throat.  And then... just silence.  It was like she was trying to calm herself.  Because I could see that fire in her eyes try to erupt into something much more. 

Watching her, she was breathing hard and staring me down.  And all I wanted to do was just go up in my room and away from her. But I wasn't a coward and the thought of leaving pissed me off.  I shouldn't have to leave, I shouldn't have to live with this shit.  And though it wont last much longer now with mine and Luke's progress, it seemed too far away when I wanted her dead this very second.

"You will listen... very carefully," she said in a light voice, taking a deep breath.  I noticed her hands clasped together tightened as did her whole body.  Full of tension, not like her relaxed state before.  It made me more tense from where I stood, watching her very carefully.  "I want you out by the time you turn 18," she said to me in a smaller and more serious voice, dropping the bomb.