Twisted

Chapter 31- From a different point of view

Ms C~

She laughed manically as she left the room with Ron supposing to kill Genevieve and Jeff together. She closed her eyes and sat on the red velvet sofa laid out just for her, memories flashed in her mind…

I was just a pre-teen wanting to fit in. But I was different, my father was in jail and my mother mostly ignored my presence. Bamboo thin figure, mud caked nails and frizzed brown hair, I never cried, my father used to beat me with a thick whip. He told me,” Emotions are a sign of weakness.” I was stone-faced although in time I learnt when to reveal them and when to hide.

One day, my mother smiled and brought me out. I was elated that she finally recognize me as her own child. She took me to an abandoned hut, then I started to feel afraid and shrink behind her, yet she dragged me out and ordered me to go inside. “Conquer your fears, do not hesitate or they will be your weakness and drag you down.” She hissed. I took my first step inside, looking around fearfully. That was when I saw Genevieve for the first time, her eyes were wide open and she was wearing a simply dress. Her reddish-brown hair glowed and her hazel eyes looked curiously at me. A chubby six-year-old that was what she was. My mother was standing beside me sternly as if I did something wrong.

“I need you to take care of this kid. Her name is… Genevieve.” She instructed me, her expression gone cold. Of course I obeyed, I was trying to get into my mother’s good books and would definitely not miss a chance like that, and then she would finally notice me. I sat there stiffly watching the girl’s every movement. She tried to break free occasionally but was too weak, I watched helplessly as she struggled and at times scoffed at her for being so weak. She stared at me, her eyes wide and pleading but I just turned away and ignored her. It was for the best. My conscience was beating me down. Should I set the girl free? I thought. Just then my mother popped out of nowhere and lowered her gaze to my arms. She grabbed them and yanked me, sending me flying across the cold hard floor.

“I am the director of a company yet I do not have a weakness. A weakness will destroy me. Your conscience is your weakness.” She yelled at me, pointing a finger at my heart. I gulped, she was correct, in my family I was taught to be fearless, emotionless and strong. I nodded and continued watching the kid.

Suddenly I dozed off in the middle of the night, I could not help but let the fatigue wash over me. Then a little boy crawled through the windows and landed softly on the floor. Young Jeff sneaked in to save Genevieve. However I had alerted my mother as they tried to sneak out and they had been severely punished for that. Somehow, Jeff escaped, leaving Genevieve to handle the needle with a weird colour of liquid in it. My eyes narrowed as they injected the needle into the girl whose face was twisted with emotion, I smiled. Her pain somehow gave me pleasure in me. But afterwards she fainted, her face was ashen pale. I feared she was going to die yet I stood solemnly at the side. My mother turned around and glanced at me.

“One day, you will see her again, and then you have to destroy her no matter at what cost.” She ordered. Till this day, I still remember her actual words as they echo off my mind. She explained why Genevieve had to go through all of this. Actually I mostly read it from her 1250 pages profile and observation. She was an experiment that was used for testing, we changed her memories till it could not be recognised properly. She was given a new family to test out, though we paid her mother handsomely for the care she gave Genevieve.

If Genevieve had not remembered her past life, she would have been a successful experiment and would have lived a happy life.

Well, things turned out slightly different. The result was negative, especially after she met Jeff, who was part of our plan, she needed to be tested with something of her past too. And Jeff was an agent working for me too. After my mother stepped down I ended up ending her life miserably. As how she treated my childhood. Jeff was outstanding, I would have trusted him completely if he was not Genevieve’s childhood friend.