Summer is a young mother trying to grasp her new reality. Witch is keeping a low profile with her beautiful bubbly daughter Autumn who's full of character for a four-year-old.
Kazimir isn't your normal French billionaire CEO. He's a man who knows h...
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"Who was the girl?" Zion asked pulling Out my thoughts. "Someone ineluctable, I just get rid of her," I said opening my suit jacket as I step in the car. •••
"What are you doing Kaz," my mother screamed as she witnessed me harming our family dog, Coco. My younger brother wanted a dog for his sixth birthday.
"Why did you harm the dog? Do you know how harmful that would be to your little brother? You're ten now you have to think about him too," she said with worry in her tone.
"Because he attacked me," I was lying. I just found him annoying. He always wanted to be around me.
"Can I see where you're hurt?" She asked, she didn't believe me.
"Do you not believe me, mother?" My eyes were calm. She hated when they were calm. She stands up and takes a few steps back.
"Why would you say that, if he attacked you I want to see where you hurt a baby so I can take care of you," her tone was low if she was to raise her voice I would break in anger and harm her.
I sighed as I got up, "I knew you wouldn't believe me, you're a bad mother," she gasped at my words.
"Don't you ever say something like that ever again," she spoke up as she slapped me. "Why mother does it make you feel bad because you already fail as a parent no real parent would not believe their child." My words were cold as tears rolled down her face.
"You're just like father he hurt us and you do nothing, I'm just a kid you think I wanted to kill him I did it for you mom," I was calm as she started to cry.
"I know baby, I Know I'm sorry for not believing you. You did save me and us and I will always thank you for that but never it was wrong and I hate and cry myself to sleep every night knowing you did that you were just a kid and still is a kid," she said as she got on her knees to meet my height.
She kissed my forehead as she ruffled my hair. Our dad was a doctor who found pleasure in hurting his clients.
My father was a loving husband and a loving father and a brilliant surgeon. When my mother found out what my father was doing in our basement she almost killed herself. She was sure no one would ever believe he was capable of doing something so sinister.
She was Catholic and so was our father. I'm sure she thinks I was born to pay for my father's sin.
•••
"Excuse me, repeat that," my mother said in a shocked tone to our doctor. My French mother wanted to keep us away from anyone over there. She taught us literature, had us in books and had a good school.
She learned that I had a thing for computers when I first hijacked French hospital records to show to her. At first, she told me to never do it again.
But later on, she wanted to change since we never took over our father's last name because my mother thought it was ugly and didn't fit our image.
We stole my father's remaining money and moved out of France with new images and new identities. She said maybe America can fix what's wrong with me.
She said I wasn't broke, I just need to learn how to channel emotions my way.
After getting baptized at five the church revealed to her I was ill and I was deemed as satan's child. Now here we are at fourteen in a clinic getting tested by a neuropsychiatrist.
"Ma'am I said your son shows a pattern of Antisocial personality disorder," the doctor stated for the six-time this session. "Run it again my son is not a psychopath or sociopath, he's a good kid." She said with a broken heart.
She tucked her honey-blonde hair behind her ear as she looked at me. The doctor eyed my mom as if she was eye candy. That was many of the problems we always faced.
My mother was gorgeous she used to be a model but when she meant my father he wanted her to finish school so she could study and become an English teacher.
But my father blamed her for having good looks because almost the whole world hit on her as if it was her fault she was beautiful. So she became a good "church" wife and raise her two boys.
I remember when my father drowned me in the bathtub when I was five because they were trying to cleanse the evil around me. My mother stopped him when she noticed he seemed to enjoy the act. She apologized for a week straight.
I saw the way he would corner her to take his side. She was a real victim but she was a survivor when it came to putting her kids first.
I used it against her for a while to get more screen time. She noticed it but guilt always took over her as she thought about that night.
My mother seemed to always be on the same page as me I guess she learned I was different she said I was a sin walking.
A sin, something evil, and unholy, a breaking of moral or legal code. That's who I was. She taught me softness well she thought she did. I just did it for her, nothing more.
"Like I said Ms.Laurent it's just from my early observation we can't diagnose him with ASPD till eighteen," he said looking into my eyes.
He had feared all over him, my eyes were something people found capturing. He sat still, my narrow eyes, never blinking till he turned to my mother.
"Lauren," she corrected him feeling more comfortable with him calling her by her first name. "Like I said it's still early on to catch it," he said crossing his leg over the over. He said, licking his lips as he looked at my mother.
She didn't need that, my eyes could cause someone to run away. I told my gaze on him as she coughed after being caught.
I stepped into the hot shower as I thought about my next move, her bracelet making clicking noises as I scrub my body.
I know what I'm going to do I'll give you time to spend with me so you know how we were destined to be together. I have to I mean I'll force you into a conner you won't easily back away from.
Summer, you're playing into my game, you don't know how much power you just have me if I can't have you. No one else on this planet will.
"Why do you believe in angels?" I asked my mother as she applied her signature red lipstick in NEWYORK hospital.
Even on the death door, she tries to look good. "Because they're heaven-sent," she said with a smile. She reads my face and starts laughing.
"Because I believe God will send you a guardian spirit, they only come once so if you get them the second time you're lucky," she said, reaching out to hold my hand.
"How would I know when I see one?" I asked her as her smile grew wider. She liked when I asked questions.
"You listen to their voice, you hear one and you will know, it's all in the voice. Remember not everyone comes across them."
