"Im going to fucking break you" Reston seethed.
"Please. Please. Please. I beg you. Don't hurt me." I cried taking steps back.
Blair Summers has always lived in fear due to her relentless stalker, a presence that has haunted her since her mother mar...
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I woke up with a start, the echoes of last night's events still swirling in my mind like fog. Was it a dream, or did it really happen? I couldn't tell. The lines between reality and dreamscape had blurred, leaving me disoriented.
I dragged myself out of bed and went through the motions of refreshing myself, splashing cold water on my face to shake off the lingering remnants of sleep. In the kitchen, I plated a simple breakfast, the clinking of cutlery the only sound in the still, quiet kitchen. I sat in the dining room alone, the emptiness around me amplifying my thoughts.
As I nibbled on toast and sipped my coffee, my phone lit up with a notification. It was a message from my mother, letting me know they were going to land tonight. My heart sank a little. I forwarded the text to Reston, knowing he'd need to know, but dreading the inevitable fallout.
I loved having my mother around. Her presence brought a warmth and familiarity that I cherished. But her and Reston's relationship had deteriorated over time, and their interactions were now fraught with tension and new beef every now and then. They always found something new to argue about, and I was left in the crossfire, trying to maintain peace which often resulted in me beefing with my mom too.
The problem from my vantage point was that mom was clearly falling into the pit of materialism and while I wasn't condoning it, I was also not supporting it. She has bought so many unnecessary things in the past few years and tried very hard to get a lot of land named in her name. She has definitely succeeded in that but I don't understand the need of it if she wants to stay married to him. From outside she definitely has gold digger tendencies but it's not bad unless she's making someone miserable for her own needs.
Dad has transferred so many things to her that it pissed Reston off that now that he is coming of age, someone is snatching things off that he was once promised. I know what that feels like which is why I try to not attach myself to any materialistic thing. Nevertheless my diaries and my guitar hold a special place in my heart. I had talked to mom a lot of times and I'm not proud to say that even though I do love her a lot and see her interests for me, I do feel gaslighted everytime she says she's doing it for my future. Like lady, please give it a rest. I'm starting to not like you. I know that Reston knows quite a few things from her past which I don't even know and they have both managed to create the coldest atmosphere present everywhere.
When they argued, I usually stayed silent, hoping it would blow over. Sometimes I defended my mom, other times Reston given who ever was giving low blows. No matter what I did, it felt like I was losing ground with Reston. He could be Almost nice when my parents were away, his demeanor almost accepting. We would work on projects together, our shared interests creating a bond that felt genuine.
But every time my parents returned, that bond shattered. Reston would revert to bullying and hurting me, all the progress we'd made evaporating like mist. It felt like I was constantly picking up the pieces, trying to make him happy, to restore that fragile peace. And every time, it felt like an uphill battle.
