Behind Closed Doors [On Hold]

Different Views

So this chapter I'm going to attempt to do it in Sophie's mothers point of view. I don't know how it's going to go but at least I tried right?
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When Sophie didn't come home that night after she snuck out the window once again I knew she was somewhere out there with someone.

Well duh you bitch!

Oh shut up! You don't know me.

Of course I do. I'm you.

Just be quiet. I'm trying think.

The voice went quiet as I started to get angry. I knew it was no use to text her since she wouldn't reply. But I did anyway.

First I tried the parental/threatening way then I tried being concerned for her, note here I said tried. Then I just got angry again.

Without thinking I went to her room ignoring my "fiancé" as I passed him in the hallway.

Once the door was open I didn't hold back.

Go on. Destroy everything in sight. That'll teach her not to mess with you.

I smiled at that thought.

"The first good thing you've said ever since I started hearing you." I muttered to the voice as I decided where to start.

I walked over to her closet and almost ripped it off the hinges as I yanked the clothes from their hangers and threw them on the floor. A hanger had flown off and nicked me in the arm. I felt the blood rushing to the cut but I ignored it, not even feeling the pain.
~~~~~~Note; here it gets a little dirty. Don't say I didn't warn you.~~~~~
I've felt the pain for too long. Just looking at her reminds me of him and it gets me so angry. I honestly cannot remember when I started hearing that voice. It was somewhere around the time he left me. Left me with her. A constant reminder of what we had and what we could've had if he hadn't fücked up and gotten me pregnant. I loved her at some point but then he left talking about all this crap about how she wasn't his and about how I cheated on him.

To be honest I did cheat on him but I was careful enough not to get pregnant by any of them. It always happened when he was away on business trips. I just loved the thrill of possibly being caught and using my acting skills to fake an apology. But that never happened. Almost did though.

He'd gotten off his flight early and when he called me saying he was two hours away, I decided it'd be fun to invite one of his business partners over for a "visit". When he arrived at our house I led him to the kitchen and fücked him right there. Right on that table. When he walked through the front door calling out that he was home he was still inside of me. He finished quickly and I pushed him out the back door. I didn't bother putting my clothes back on since there was no use, we'd just end up doing what we always did when he got home. When he seen me he'd instantly assumed I had been getting myself off since he wasn't here to help. He smiled cockily and then did me right on the spot.

I found out a few weeks later that I was pregnant. I knew it was his because he didn't even think to put a condom on when he did me that night. When we found out it was a girl we were ecstatic.

It wasn't until a month before she was born that he started doubting she was his. I always told him he was crazy to think that I'd cheat, but I did. He obviously didn't trust me enough to stay. When he left and she was born a month after I really tried. I did. I just couldn't do it. She was always there. A constant reminder. When she was six I started hearing the voice. It was always telling me I was worthless and that I needed to kill her to get him back. I was only twenty nine at the time so I started to believe it. Although I didn't do anything drastic like trying to kill her, I did start going from guy to guy. I'd date them for at least two weeks then move on to the next. It became a regular thing until I met Vince.