Mommy

Chapter 12: Kisses From Mommy

I so desperately wanted to get out of here.

Here I was, sitting on the floor in this tiny, musty room, my mind wandering to questions I can't even understand, the tears from earlier now dried on my face.

I picked up on a few things that Alex and Carson talked about, and that put me in a whole different light and view of people. And by people, I meant Jen.

"Oh, guess what," Carson spoke up, out of the blue. Alex faced him and raised a brow. Carson gave him a look of utter disbelief.

"Jen was pissed that we got Anna out. Actually, when you went upstairs with Anna, and I was carrying Harper up—I heard her talking to Aki."

"Oh boy," Alex huffed, his reaction proving that Jen's nonsense was a common thing. Carson nodded.

"Oh, yeah. She was claiming to want to re-hide the items—the box cutter and the key—so it would be impossible to find them. She said, and might I add, very proudly, that 'Mommy would think she was very clever for making the game 'more of a challenge' for us.'"

I gasped, everything clicking together.

That's why Carson was so mad when we went in Jen's room for the clothes.

And that's why Jen seemed like she wanted to find the box cutter for another reason—as though the wanted to please someone. She had no intention of actually using it, but in fact, keeping it and hiding it so no one could find it—or save Anna.

And she did it to please Mommy?

Alex groaned in annoyance, holding his forehead. Anna didn't react.

"I'm not even surprised—if we hadn't have knocked her out when we did, she might've ruined the game for everyone."

Carson nodded, running his hands through his dark hair.

"We need to keep a better eye on her."

I ran my fingers through my hair, the conversation making me feel weird about Jen. I didn't know she was like that, or why.

My hair was still damp from the bath, knotted in some places— and I attempted to get the knots out my running my fingers through the locks. Carson tried to brush through my hair, but he gave up because he was afraid he was hurting me too much from the amount of times I winced.

And that meaty, disgusting smell was still there— growing stronger. I would've thrown up again if it wasn't for the absence of food in my stomach. And I wasn't complaining. Since Anna wasn't going to be our course for tonight, I wonder what it will be.

Anna was talking to Alex, this being the most I had seen her interact since I'd woken up. As soon as her eyes landed on me, she began to profusely thank me to the best of her abilities, Alex shushing her for the fact the bandage was still over her mouth—the wounds still fresh enough to not be stretched.

From then on she would only say simple things like yes, and okay to abide to Alex's pleas to rest her mouth— and even though I could tell she was annoyed with the constant nagging to stay quiet, I could tell it was hard for her to move her mouth with all those stitch holes in it.

She was still breathing heavily, as though the white sheet around her was stealing her breath away. And once the pain began to return and ache after her waking up, blood infused tears seeped through the bandage around her eyes.

I sat in an awkward position on the floor, passing my time by thinking and studying everyone else. I looked towards the bed, noticing the bag of rocks at the end of it, and my eyes widened.

The little boy!

I hoped he was alright, I really did. I debated on going to check some of the other rooms for him, but my aching back and arms decided for me.