Father Dearest

C H A P T E R 4

Essence Mother^

Essence
13th of December Day
Grounded: Purgatory

"I don't want to go in the fields." I cried as my mother lifted me up from my small pallet. Her curly hair short, letting her dark eyes as shine mystery.

I was always mesmerized by my mom's beauty. How her eyes was so dark and haunting. How her hair was short and soft. And how I looked nothing like her. How every time we go out in the fields, people would stare at me like I was dangerous. I never understood the look. I thought I was just like them. I was dark like them, I talked like them, and I was enslaved just like them.

Yet, I was a walking curse.

Nobody would dare touch me. Look at me. Or breath in my general direction. My mother always tried to cheer me up. Saying sweet nothings to get my mind off the forced isolation.

"Essence." She whispered in the night. "You are my daughter. My strong beautiful daughter who will not let the other slaves bring you down. You're my love. My first and only born. And as your mother, I will protect you from all the pain the world is going to throw your way."
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Essence
13th of December Day
The Old Reign:
Essence Bedroom

My body burned as air rushed in my lungs. My eyes fluttered open with a sting from the bright light.

"Original." Was all that was said.

Feeling my body come alive I was grateful. Being grounded was awful. You're not dead but you're not alive either. You're always stuck in this purgatory that's  constantly on repeat. I hate that feeling but that doesn't stop Father Dearest or any other original form putting me under.

"Get up! You have work to do." A voice yelled. Turning my head to the left I was met with Lotus.  Lotus was a beautiful pain in the ass. Her hair was a white blonde that always had a constant shine, her eyes was the deepest blue, and her teeth was straight and white. And did I mention she had a rich southern accent.

Lotus is one of the four originals. She was the second youngest,being that I am the youngest out of the four. Lotus was turned in the mist of the civil war,just as I. Her father was a plantation owner, her brother was a confederate soldier, and her mother was the good Ole southern wife.

Me and Lotus?

Well, we don't like each other very much. She always had it out for me since day one. She was raised by racist, taught by racists, and socialized with said racists  all her natural life. But I thought after a century of us being around each other she would get over that old way of mind. But I was wrong and she is still a small minded being.

Pushing my self off my bed I walked to take a showering, ignoring  Lotus's disgusting glares. I was still in the red panties set that I was in at the night of the ceremony.

"If they are going to ground me at least they can do is take care of my body."I mumbled as I hopped in the hot shower.

Resting my head in the burning water, images of my mother drowning flooded my mind. Letting out a soft cry I try to focus on something else.

Christian Thorn.

Maybe I should check and see what all I missed.

I thought as I forced myself to find his mind link. Once I found it I went through his memories. 

Memories of him meeting me.

Memories of staring at me throughout the wolves ceremony.

Memories of him looking for me in the Red Rain mansion.

His memories made me smile. Until the memories of him finding his mate came along.

Mary.

Memories of his Mary bombarded my third eye.

His memories of her just kept coming .

Mary.

Mary.

Mary.

About her smile.

Her skin.

Her taste.

I tired to disconnect from his memories. I tried so hard but images of how they fucked flashed by,  and how she sucking his d-..... Memories just kept bombarding my mind.

It felt like I was suffocating.

Bang Bang Bang

The knocks on the bathroom doors pulled me out of my torture.

"Hurry the hell up! Father is not going to wait for you." Lotus said.

Hearing foot steps leaving my room,I sighed.

Never again. Never again will I go in his memories.

I promised as I washed my skin clean and got ready for Father Dearest.