Perfectly Imperfect Lives

Blaire

Missy's POV

Taking in all of Blaire, I suddenly flash backward to twelve years ago. Rosalie and Blaire were both four then and knew the best I could raise them with. As my eyes close and my legs lock, I tell myself this before I can hit the ground-- hard.

"We're doing this for your own good, leave it at that," Damien insisted confidently even though I knew he was lying right through his clenched teeth. A huge vein in his forehead throbbed as his anger pushed it outwards. I cowered, afraid it would burst and hit me in the face.

            "So it's for my welfare that you keep our daughters from their own mother and father? It's in my best interest that I make them think they have no family? You've ruined their lives and my own, can't you see that!" I yelled, strategically holding back my tears.

            He's the reason we were always on the run, always hiding from cops. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have starting selling drugs when we went into debt or have gotten an addiction to them.

            Damien glared at me in response. The fat vein in his creased forehead grew bigger, pushing even harder against his tanned skin. His face turned red, and I flinched, knowing what was coming. The result was always the same when I disrespected him: in the end I suffered more than I had before I said anything.

            "You're the one that started this whole mess! If it weren't for you we wouldn't have lost all of that money, and I wouldn't have had to go back for more!" Damien stomped his feet and started charging towards me.

            I pressed my back against the wall and screamed out in fear.

            "That's it, I'm killing them both. This ends tonight!" He shouted, taking another step closer to me. He grinded his teeth together and then spat at me. His disgusting spit went into my hair, sticking to my scalp.

            Damien slapped me across the face so hard the back of my head slammed into the wall. The room started to spin, and I fell to the ground in a heap of dead weight.

             It wasn't fair; he was the one that had gotten caught that time, and I was to blame? Yes. It was always my mistake. I stared up at the ceiling, praying that Rosalie and Amy would stay hidden.

They were going to need more than my prayers if they were going to be facing Damien.

           

     "I don't understand... How did you survive?" I shake my head at Rosalie's twin sister, Blaire. My eyes are glossy and my head is heavy from the memory she brought back.

            She shakes her head, just like I had. Her pale blonde hair moves with it, shining in the sunlight, and falling back onto her shoulders when her neck abruptly stops turning.

            "I'll tell you in the car, we're leaving." She takes a giant step closer to me, extending her long legs. Her already sky-high skirt shoots up, revealing things that I would rather not be seeing as a mother.

I merely shake my head at the absurdity of her request. No way am I leaving my home. I refuse to leave my memories behind me when they are all I have left. The rant goes on in my head until I hear Blaire's gentle southern drawl cajoling me tenderly.

            "Mom, he's insane. Please for your own sake and mine, let's get out of here as soon as possible," Rosalie pleads, looking directly into my eyes. I return the look and notice how worried she is. It is plastered all over her  stricken face.