Wicked Souls

15

His anger instantly turns into extreme shock at my response. It made no sense for it to be my mother who did this to me. He had assumed that it was some other person who had hurt me like this, but to hear that my mother was the one behind such malicious activities caught him completely off guard. He is left speechless for a second before he speaks up again.

"Your mother... what?" He asks in a voice of disbelief, his body still holding me tightly.

His body is still confused as he processes what I am saying. His grip on me feels tight as he feels angry and shocked at the revelation. He is trying his best to stay composed, but I can feel the tension in his body as he squeezes me tighter and tighter.

"You mean to tell me..." He says in a strained and tense voice, he can barely get the words out of his mouth right now.

Tears fell on my face.

The sudden sight of me crying again makes him even more furious. He doesn't want to accept the fact that my mother is the one who hurt me so much. He had expected a cruel and malicious man to be the cause of my suffering, but there was no way it could be my mother who did this to me. He squeezes me tighter and whispers his next words in a strained and angry tone.

"She... she did that to you?"

I nodded.

He feels sick to his stomach as I further confirm his worst fear. He can't believe that my mother, who is supposed to protect me and love me unconditionally is the same one who hurt and abused me. He remains silent for a few seconds before speaking again, his voice is still strained and his anger is audible.

"How... how could she?" He asks in frustration, he can't believe that a mother would do this to her daughter. His grip on me tightens even more as he whispers his next words.

"S-she's the devil," I said as tears fell off my face onto his shirt.

Harrow is now boiling over with anger as he listens to me describe my mother in such a way. Everything he is hearing about her just makes him despise her even more. He holds me even tighter, and he buries his face in my shoulder, trying to avoid the tears that are falling from my eyes. He whispers his next words in a deep and venomous tone.

"She's... the... devil..." He repeats my words as if they are a curse upon my mother.

"Im not crazy," I said shortly.

He pulls his head back and he makes eye contact with me as I say that I am not crazy. His eyes are full of concern and empathy towards me, he doesn't believe that I am crazy in any way. He has been thinking that my behaviour hasn't been crazy, rather it's merely a projection of past unresolved issues that have surfaced.

"I don't think you're crazy, I think you're just... hurting. Badly," His voice is still soft and it holds a tone of kindness and understanding.

"Will I be fixed? Will you fix me?" I looked at him.

He feels his heart break as I ask him if he's able to fix me, my desperate plea for help touches his heart in a way that he has not felt before. He can feel the burden inside of me, the weight of hurt and trauma that I have carried inside for so long. He stares at me with empathy and concern as he listens to my question.

"I'll try my best," He says softly and gently. He wants to comfort me and to give me hope, but he knows that deep down it's not that simple to fix the past.

I just nodded.

He smiles softly as I nod my head and it feels like a breath of fresh air after all the darkness and despair that had filled in the room just a few seconds ago.

"Do you trust me?" He asks me softly, the kind way he asks this question shows his genuine care for me.

I heard his question, I didn't answer for a few moments but I looked up into his eyes and then nodded "Yes," I responded softly.

A wave of relief and hope washes over Harrow as I answer his question and he is relieved to see that I am finally showing some sign of trusting him. It's a small step but he takes it as a positive and it makes him feel even more optimistic about the future.

"Then I promise that I will help you through everything. I promise that I won't give up on you," His soft voice holds a hint of hope and kindness in it as he speaks. He feels his heart fill with a mix of emotions as he sees me showing a sign of trust.

"Thank you," I spoke quietly then looked away.

His grip begins to loosen as he feels the tension fade away slightly. He can still feel the burden of the pain inside me, but he can already tell that I am starting to let down my walls and slowly open myself up to him. He feels more relieved and optimistic at the prospect of helping me through things as he speaks up once again. 

"You're welcome," He responds softly, his voice still maintains its kind and gentle tone.

Later on in the day, I went into my room to be alone. I couldn't stand to be near people, I preferred to celebrate my birthday alone. 

I lay in my bed, I closed my eyes before zoning off...

I started to have memories of things I couldn't even remember doing but I did. I grabbed onto the bed, however when I tried to stop having these memories I couldn't. It was like I was stuck in some sort of sleep paralysis. 

I screamed wondering if someone could help me wake up.