Enchanted Us ✓

Chapter 49

Chapter 49

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Scarlett

The constant pattering of something hard against the floor and the vibration of that signal and radiation grew the pounding and hammering of my head. The throbbing pain at the back of my head intensified as the pattering increased. 

A groan left my mouth as my hands shot up to stop the pain, but they felt bounded. They were restrained with something cold and hard, slicing through my skin when I tried harder to let go. My eyes fluttered open, only for me to close them at the sudden piercing light that hurt my corneas. I blinked a couple of times and tried to open and adjust my eyes, and after trying a couple of times, I was successful. When my eyes adjusted to my surroundings, I realised that I wasn't in the my apartment. I was in a rundown basement or maybe a house, I couldn't tell. All I knew was that I was tied to a chair with chains, straining my actions. I looked around me and found Harrison – Lizzy ex-boyfriend – one lady and two guys standing. One of the guys hand a baseball bat in his hand and he was banging them against the ground.

I tried to remember the last thing that happened at my apartment before things went black. I remember receiving a message from Lizzy and then finding her tied to the chair with my Mom chuckling and calling me gullible.

Mom.

My head snapped up to find her, but she was nowhere to be found in the room. What the hell was she doing here? Why had she tied Lizzy? Is it her who had tied me too? And if yes, then why? I knew she didn't particularly like me and considered me as her burden, but other than that I see no reason for her to do this to me. Was my father involved as well?

"Looking for me?" I heard her voice before I saw her. She walked up from behind me, probably through the door that was located behind, hence I failed to notice it.

"Mom, what are you doing?" I asked her as I tried to break free, only to struggle and fail miserably.

"Mom?" She chuckled in disbelief. "Mom?"

I looked at her confused. Why did she say it like the word was a poison for her? Her amusing expression of seeing me in this state turned to one of a nasty and harsh glare. She leaned closer towards me, placing her hands on arms and clenching it in a hard grip, hurting me in process. At first, I thought she didn't mean to hurt me but I saw the hatred swimming in her eyes and her jaws clenched as she put pressure in her grip.

My lower arm felt like they were trying to slice through the wood with the pressure they were feeling. The texture of the wooden arm of the chair was rough against my skin, no doubt leaving angry harsh mark behind its awake. I tried to loosen the hold of my mother's grip, but that resulted in hurting myself. I stopped trying to struggle and focused on my breathing to distract myself from the pain.

"Why are you doing this, mom?" I asked, my voice firm and strong, a lot different than what I was actually feeling.

"I am not your mom!" She screamed in my face, pushing the chair in her anger. It stumbled on its heel that caused my stomach to lurch as I thought I would fall backward and hit my head. Luckily, that was not the case. After a few seconds, the chair stabled itself making me breathe in relief. "You are not my daughter!"

"What are you–" I tried to question, my voice lacing in hurt. What would she refuse to call herself my mother?

"Don't you get it!?" She spat, harshly. "I am not your mother. I never was and never will be. And since we knew having you was a burden in itself, your father refused to have anymore children. Children that I can call my own!"

My face paled as she said that. I was confused but I wasn't stupid. The pieces of the story was scattered, but the pieces that I knew now and owned were leading a story that I did not want to know, yet I could not sheild my ears as they were told.