😳💘 Day 9: The Beginning of the End 💘😳
March 7th, 2003
Content warning: explicit sexual content
"You sure?" Rose murmured behind me as I glowered out the window.
"We don't have another choice." I clenched my jaw. "We need to hit her hard before she can even think of fighting back." I pressed my knuckles between my eyes. Since Renee had shown up I had been getting sharp headaches scrambling just to keep my sisters and myself in this sleepy little town.
I hated that I couldn't have fixed this sooner, hated that I had to get help from the Cullens to protect my family. And I hated that my sisters still had those damn looks on their faces that begged me to save them! It was the same look they had given me when we'd been reported to the church.
Alice rested her chin on my shoulder. "I really hope this works," she whispered so softly I wasn't sure I was supposed to hear.
"It will, little nymph." I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her in for a hug.
"How can you be so sure?" I felt a tear drip onto my shoulder and my heart squeezed at her pain. "You thought that the other plans would work too."
I knew she hadn't said it to hurt, but her words made me flush with shame. I did. I promised them I'd get rid of her, and all I've done is fail.
I pressed my lips into a thin line. "If it doesn't, I'm cutting her break line. She's a terrible driver and it wouldn't take much for her to have a nasty crash."
Alice shook her head into my chest. "But that could come back on us." She squeezed me into her, her tears soaking my shirt. "I don't want to lose you because of her. Not again. I can't. I can't."
My throat closed up as the memory of being locked in that shed came rushing forward. It was the one and only time we'd been separated and it was something I knew Alice still had nightmares about.
When we were four, we'd made a mess of the garden searching for worms to play with. We hadn't known Renee would be bringing a date home, but when she saw us covered in dirt and her flowers ruined, it was the first time I'd seen true hatred in her eyes. Most of the time she looked at us like we annoyed her, but that was the first time I'd been afraid of her.
That night she locked me in the garden shed and told me I could come out when I'd learnt my lesson. The next morning I waited and waited, hoping she'd let me out for breakfast. She didn't.
The next night, I'd cried and cried, banging on the door, begging her to let me out. "Mummy! Mummy, please! I'll be a good girl! I've learnt my lesson! Please let me out! I'll be good!"
She didn't.
The next day was one of the hottest the state had ever seen, but still she didn't come out. I couldn't remember much of that day except wanting to go inside again. That night, I was silent and I waited. I waited for her to let me out, for her to come and give me a hug like she always did after we'd learned our lessons. She didn't.
By the third day, I'd learnt my lesson. Not the one Renee had wanted me to, but the one she'd forced me to. One a child should never learn. I learned that my mother hated me and she was never coming. So I rescued myself.
At that age I was still just a four year old, all three of us were, despite the memories that had begun to come back to us. But I knew what she was doing was wrong and I knew I had to find my sisters, so when an older neighbour came to tend to her own garden on that third day I had cried as loud as I could. The shed had been pressed against the fence and my voice easily carried through the flimsy wood as I spilled my guts to the kind old lady about Renee's treatment and how I was in the shed as a punishment without food or water for three days.
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