"You think I don't have control over you?" He asks darkly while looking at me like he could rip me to pieces.
I stare at him with fear, "I-"
"Every fucking night, you lay under me, screaming my name at the top of your lungs, making it pretty clear...
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"MAMA, REGARDE!"I squeal in excitement as I stand on my tiptoes. Everything in motion becomes a blur as I take a few spins in my ballet shoes.
I had taken quite an interest in ballet at the ripe age of five after I had met Aleia. Meeting Aleia made my interest in ballet grow even more, and now, at eleven it's become a hobby I can't live without.
The feeling of my toes burning from the pressure that goes into my foot from spinning brings a bolt of satisfaction. It means I'm doing it right.
"Tu te débrouilles très bien, mon amour." I hear Mama say through the wind that rushes through my veins.
A small smile forms on my lips hearing Mama tell me how great I'm doing. It withdraws that empty feeling that I'm going to have to be wed someday.
I don't stop. I keep spinning and spinning until I feel my feet bleed.
"Navea," Mama calls out but her voice is distant and eerie but I don't stop.
She calls out my name a few times, each time getting more distant and distant but for some reason, my body still doesn't stop.
"Navea, save me!"
Stop. Stop. Stop.
"Marry that monster to save me, Ma fille."
That doesn't sound like Mama, her voice sounds like a monster. My breathing quickens and my vision turns red but my spinning doesn't stop.
"Stop! Leave me alone!" I shout through the red vision
"Save me!"
"Save me!"
"Save me or I'll die!" Mama's monstrous voice pierces through my ears.
I have to save Mama or she'll die, if she dies it will be because of me.
"It's all your fault."
My spinning stops and the impact makes my body collide with the ground.
"It's all your fault."
I shake my head and cover my ears, "It's not!"
"It is."
All of a sudden the body of the dead priest is in front of me, his eyes open, blood oozing out of the bullet hole in his head.
"No! Leave me alone!"
"Wake up, Tesoro." My body jolts up from the loud voice and pressured movement on my shoulders.
"Calm down." his voice is calm and soothing, almost like he isn't Angelo at all.
