From Assassin to Motherhood

Chapter 9, What happened?

    I sat on my couch, comfortably, while Lucy walked over and wrapped around my leg. I looked down at her, wondering what she was up to. Lucy nuzzled into my leg, "Mommy.". I felt a little weird about her calling me "mommy" but I continued reading on my phone anyways.

   It was still snowing outside, but this time Martha wasn't out there stabbing a snow-cat. This made it a much more enjoyable scenery. All of a sudden Lucy spoke, "Mommy? Where were you yesterday?". Yesterday? I didn't go anywhere yesterday. I'm sure she means today. I replied, "I went to my therapy session.". Lucy cocked her ever smiling head to the side, "But you were gone for a really long time.".

   I replied, "Aw. Did you miss me that bad? I was only gone for a couple of hours.". Lucy looked at me as if I was crazy. I paid no mind to the look and went back to my phone. Blanket, wearing a blue skirt and blouse, looked over my shoulder, "Blanket believes the date on your phone is wrong.". I looked at him, "What? No its not.".

   "Blanket says it is," he argued shoving his phone in my face. It read January twenty-second. I got up and fell forward, landing on my face. "Ow! Hey, Lucy could you let go of me. I need to do something.". Lucy slowly let go of me. I got up and began running only to fall again, due to Lucy jumping on my back. God dammit, Lucy.

   "Oh come on, Lucy! Get off!" I yelled. Lucy clung tighter, "No.". The dark tone in her voice scared me a little. I sighed, attempting to get up. Successfully on my feet, I gave my clingy child a piggy back ride all the way to the other kids rooms. I checked each kids phone, accept for Lucy, because she didn't have a phone.

   "What the hell, man? My date is completely different from the kids. That's weird," I thought out loud. Lucy copied me, "Hell.". I calmly replied, "Don't say that word.". "It's where I'm going," the clown returned. I shrugged, "I guess that's true.". I walked over to my couch and plopped down in it (Still not learning my lesson.), and fell asleep.

Time Skip

   It's now the twenty-eighth. I always have therapy on a Sunday. Ick. I hate Sundays, but therapy is ok. Weird that I all of a sudden passed out during the last session, though. Also the place seemed slightly messy. I didn't ask Peaches about the messy part though.

   Did the usual waiting room thing then was called to my appointment. "Hey, Peaches," I greeted as I sat down. "Hey, what's up," she answered. "Well...something really weird happened last week...". Peaches leaned in obviously eager to hear what I have to say. "Well, last week the date on my phone was wrong.".

   Peaches shifted uncomfortably in her seat, "Oh really? That's weird.". She seemed nervous, very nervous. "Um...are you ok?" I asked. My psychiatrist let out a big breath of air. She was holding her breath. She all of a sudden yelled out, "I HAVE A CONFESSION!". I jumped at the sudden noise. Peaches covered her mouth, "Oh. I'm sorry for yelling but yes, I have something I need to explain.".

   My therapist explained that instead of giving me a normal brownie, the one she gave me was drugged. After eating it, I went on a rampage, destroying the whole store. Luckily, no customers had come in during that time. Ping panicked and hit me over the head with a vase. Peaches dragged me into a random room, and laid me on a couch. I was out till the next day. In order for me to not notice this, Peaches changed the date on my phone; Hoping I wouldn't notice it was wrong. That's stupid.

   Peaches looked horrified as I stood from my chair after ending her explanation. I was absolutely fuming. My breathing was getting heavier. I was pissed, plum-pissed. I spoke, "I'm...I'm...gonna...I'm gonna...I'm gonna FUCKIN KILL YOU!". I lunged at her and everything went black.

A/N: Sorry for such a long wait and the fact that this chapter might be confusing. I'm usually really busy, have no motivation, or I just don't have any ideas. Thanks for reading. Don't be scared to leave a vote, or a comment.