Dazed

CHAPTER 5

Sorry for the long wait! So many things to do:( anyone else out there who also takes the CM theory tests for piano?

Anyways, here's a short but crazy chapter kind of...

CHAPTER 5

🌸Chriselle's POV~

The car ride was a little awkwardly silent, for me at least. I mean, everything was perfect, with Logan's perfect car and with my best friend by my side chatting loudly with him. There was pumpy, exciting music and Kai was being his beautiful self, but something about talking about my mom just ruined it. I was really just being too sentimental and emotional though. I've totally ruined it with Kai! Poor Kai looked frustrated as his brows furrowed with his dark eyes staring at the carpet of the car thinking it was all his fault for bringing up the topic. I wanted to give him a huge hug, but I was too nice and flirty earlier. It was time to be smart and keep up my hard-to-get frame.

It surprised me that I reacted the way I did. Usually, I keep a really straight, emotionless face when talking about my mom. It never fails. But something about the situation, something about my best friends being around, maybe I opened up a little, maybe I was caught off guard, something inside me just broke. And my face gave away the emotions I felt.

My mom, touchy subject, yes. Haunting, terrible, what is there to say? Memories flood my mind as I sit thinking to myself. I can see the memories vividly. I watch myself, like a movie that's all too clear.

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You idiot! IDIOT! What have you done?! You filthy piece of sht why won't you learn? YOU WILL LEARN!

Momma shoves the harsh rough broom back into the small hands of toddler Chriselle, who nearly topples at the weight. Tears flood from her eyes as she wails in confusion and bewilderment.

"You annoying little SHT! Everyone expects me to take care of you, do everything for you, change MY life for you! I'm sick of this! Shut up and do your own work! Who am I? Just some SERVANT for you? That's not how it works in this house, NO," Momma screams, shaking. "That's NOT how it's going to work! You're going to do your own work and even work for me because I gave you ALL OF THIS! YOUR LIFE! EVERTHING! I GAVE YOU! MINE!"

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"Momma who's that man?"

Little Chriselle asks. She stands in the doorway of the bedroom with her dirty old mop and stares at the stranger on the bed in confusion.

"What? GET OUT! WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING IN HERE?! YOU ARE NEVER TO WALK IN HERE. EVER! UNDERSTAND?" she shrieks and fiercely shoves back Little Chriselle's forehead with her sharp, digging nails.

Little Chriselle's neck aches as she asks, "But Daddy- that's Daddy's robe. What is that guy doing- HEY YOU MISTER! GET OUT OF MY DADDY'S ROBE! IT'S NOT YOURS!" Little Chriselle shouts angrily, trying to charge at him, ready to put up a fight.

"What part of that did you NOT understand?" Momma hisses and kicks her swiftly as Little Chriselle tries to squirm into the room. Little me crashes onto the floor in a crumpled mess. The stranger in Daddy's robe saunters up and towers over her. "Little btch, eh?"

"Don't worry about her. Don't let her ruin today. Come on. Let's go back,"

Momma says sweetly. Before going in, she grabs Little Chriselle's collar, giving her an icy glare as she whispers," Don't do that EVER again. You are to leave HIM and ME ALONE. And don't you EVER tell Daddy about this. It would make him very unhappy, and you wouldn't want to do that now, would you?"