Twisted Truth

Chapter Thirty Four

ADDIE

Darkness.

Well, I know I've not been the best person in my short little life, but I was hoping I'd not end up in hell. I'm dead right? I must be. Slipped away cold and alone, I knew Rocco would not be able to save me. I don't blame him though; this was just how my story was supposed to go. Dying at the hands of a monster that has tormented me my whole life. Now I'm finally at peace, I think? At least I'll never have to see that man's face again. The one good thing I did before dying was killing that bastard.

Looking around all I see is empty, dark space. I wouldn't say I was religious, but I was hoping that the afterlife would be slightly different. What is the point in life if all you get in the end is a dark lonely place for eternity. Call me naive but I was hoping that I would be greeted by my mum, at least.

I feel so cold and tired. Like I don't belong, it's a strange feeling. A part of me feels comfortable here, finally able to be at peace. Free from all the pain and torture that I have endured. However, there is a part of me that is begging to leave this place. Fight at any cost to get back to Rocco.

Surely that can't happen though, can it?

I mean, I am dead. Death is final. Death is the end, so why do I feel like I have unfinished business.

Before I can mull over the thought any longer, I am dragged out of the darkness and into the light. Looking around, I'm filled with confusion. The room I'm now in looks and feels familiar. I'm in a large farmhouse kitchen, the smell of pancakes fills the air. Its oddly nostalgic, like I've been here before.

Looking out the window I realize where I am, the garden statue stares at me just like it did for years. I'm in my childhood home, why the fuck am I here!? Surely this is some kind of sick joke.

I tense at the sound of voices; I can't make out who they are, but they are shouting. Curiosity gets the better of me as I go and search of who those voices belong too. My breath hitches as the owners of the voices come into my line of sight.

The sight of my mother has my breath hitching. She looks beautiful, like a dream come true. Wearing a white flowy dress, one I remember wishing I could wear one day. In haste I try to run up to her, but I'm stuck. This is not fair! C'mon just give me this one thing.

Looking down, I realize why I can't move. This is a memory, little me barely four years old is watching from the doorway. Her height easily able to hide her from view. I vaguely remembering this day. It was just days before my mother died and my whole life changed.

What I can't remember is who the man she is arguing with. He looks very familiar but not because of small Addie, no. He reminds me of someone, I just can't think of who.

"Liam I can't just up and leave!" My mother hisses, throwing her arms up into the air. Her face bright red with anger and her eyes filling up with tears.

"You know he will kill you! He knows Adaline is mine. We need to go, and we need to go now."

His words and accent hit me like a ton of bricks!

That is why he looks so familiar; he is the spitting image of Patrick. So, this Liam man is my dad? None of this makes any sense. How come Daniel and Patrick are so close? Well, I wouldn't say close but they at least know each other. Does that mean Daniel knows? Surely not, he would've told me if he did.

"I can't leave Daniel here with that monster. I have to make sure I can keep both of my children safe." Mum sighs, finally letting her tears fall.

I can see from here that she wanted to go, wanted to be with the man that she loved but she chose to stay. She chose to stay, and that decision sealed her fate. She died only days later. At the hands of her husband, which left both of her children to suffer years and years of abuse.