SUMMARY:
The "Resilience" story follows the intertwined lives of several characters, each grappling with personal challenges, betrayals, and dark forces. Cench, a young genius with a rare and powerful ability, faces intense bullying, family abandonm...
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She hated her life after Dad left her for another woman. Now, stuck raising me alone as an "unwanted mistake," she can't help but feel lonely most of the time. So here I am now, her daily abused plaything, her twisted coping mechanism.
The 12 year old mixed boy cracked open the door to his mom's room, drawn by the strange noises seeping through the walls. But as soon as he peeked inside, he wished he hadn't.
"Cenchie, baby," she purred, sliding off the bed, completely exposed. "Did you get all hot hearing Mommy moan?" She approached him with a predatory grin, her movements slow and deliberate. "Do you want to relieve your stress on Mommy? You know it helps, right?"
"Please, Mom, I don’t want to do this again," he whispered, a tear slipping down his cheek. "This isn’t right… I’m begging you." His voice cracked as the tears fell, but he knew pleading would do no good.
Her face twisted with anger at his words, and in a flash, she had him pinned against the wall by his throat. The rage in her eyes was unmistakable as she spat, "Get on the bed, now!"
"M-mom... PLEASE-" *Slap!* The sting from her hand spread across his cheek, familiar and relentless. He barely flinched; he was used to it by now.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to raise your voice at me? Who do you think you are?" she hissed, but her rant was cut short as his small body went limp in her grasp.
"Cench? Wake up! You’re making Mommy worried! Wake up!" she panicked, shaking him as if she cared.
With a gasp, Cench jolted awake, drenched in sweat, his heart pounding against his ribcage. Beside him, a worried figure with buzzed, bleached hair reached out, concern barely masking the frustration in his eyes.
"Are you okay, babe?" Kylus asked softly, though his tone carried a warning more than genuine concern.
Cench took a shaky breath, forcing himself to sound calm. "I… I'm just tired. Yesterday's shift was rough," he mumbled, avoiding Kylus’s gaze, knowing better than to show weakness.
Kylus’s eyes narrowed slightly, suspicion clear. "Babe, you know you can’t keep secrets from me," he said, his voice gentle but laced with menace. "Don’t make me angry."
Before Cench could react, Kylus’s grip tightened around his neck, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "If you ever disobey me again, you’ll regret it."
Dizziness washed over Cench, fear gripping him as memories of his mother flooded back. The same suffocating fear, the same twisted control. He knew better than to defy Kylus, to challenge the boundaries set by his manipulative partner.
