Revenge Turned Sweet

Chapter 21: He's a Bad Man

A silent whimper escapes my open mouth when the needle pierces the side of my neck, emptying whatever was inside of it into my system. My vision begins to blur and my head bobs in his grip. My body feeling like complete dead weight, the only thing holding me up is his palm against my scalp. His hand disappears from my head and I fall back to the ground, landing on my forearm, soaked in the water and dead against the stone.

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I jolt upwards, hands flying to my neck finding nothing but skin. My eyes scan my surroundings and I choke back a sob at the sight of my old bedroom. I pull the many layers of blankets off of my body and see I'm in my normal pajamas, I'm dry. I pad over to the small mirror and notice nothing, no suit, no bruises, no blood.

"Надя!" I gasp when four sharp knocks on the door emit. The door opens inch my inch and my heart beats in my ears making adrenaline flood all the way to my fingers. "Nadya, what's wrong?"
• "Nadya!" •

My lip quivers as my heart drops to my feet. "Mama?" Tears fall down my cheeks at the sight of her face. She's just as beautiful as I remembered, hair the same as mine, a wide welcoming smile. I slowly walk up to her and gasp when she reaches her hand out to touch my arm. "Is that really you?" I ask through my tears.

She smiles through her concerned expression. "Да это я," she chuckles, "did you have a bad dream?" My brows knit together and my eyes narrow as a deep feeling of confusion settles into my head. Making everything fuzzy, including her words. "Тебе приснился плохой сон?" She repeats with an expectant smile on her face.
• "Yes, it's me,""Did you have a bad dream?" •

I fall into her arms, her warm embrace melting my cold heart. "Yes, I think I did," I sob into her shoulder. "I miss you so much, mama."

She stills in my arms. "I know, honey, I know," she breathes as she strokes my hair onto my back.

"I'm so sorry," I weep, feeling my legs shake beneath me.

She shushes me as her hand moves up and down my back, soothing my trembling. "Моя девочка, ты в порядке."
• "My baby girl, you're okay." •

My breathing evens out as I lie on her shoulder, reveling in her warmth, in the light she brings with her. The way she can calm me down with just a few words, the way my chest doesn't feel like it's tied in a knot anymore. "Я люблю тебя, мама," I whisper and a soft smile spreads across my face and my eyes drift shut.
• "I love you, mama," •

She's quiet for a moment and I feel her tense. "Then why did you let him kill us?" My smile dies and my chest ties into a knot again. A sharp breath escapes me as my eyes shoot open.

I pull away from her but she holds onto my arm with a relentless grip, preventing me from moving. "W-what?" I stutter, a deep rooted feeling of fear gripping my body.

Her face has turned angry, hateful even. "Why did you let him kill us?" She asks in a louder voice.

I shake my head, backing away from her and yanking my arm from her grip. "I-I didn't-"

"Why did you let him kill us, Nadya?" She yells and I fall back onto the bed as she backs me into it.

"Mama?" I plead in a hoarse voice, hoping I'm hallucinating and she'll go back to normal.

She tilts her head at me and leans down so she's at eye level with me. "Why, Nadya? How could you let him do this to us?" Her accent is thick, making her words sound that much more evil.

"No!" I protest, tears falling freely down my cheeks now as I begin to hyperventilate. "Please stop!"

"Why did you let him kill me?" She screams, inching closer to my face.