M A N I A C (lesbian romance)

10. Love Thy Father

ˈfa·ther

/fäT͟Hər/

a man in relation to his natural child or children.

Selena POV

I was finally brought back up to my bedroom by my parents after staying down in the basement (make-shift hospital room) and was off the IV fluids. My parents were letting me rest all times of the day, they canceled on their patients for a week straight to take of me. They were acting all lovey-dovey but here I was still not taking their bullshit. 

It was now 12:30 in the afternoon, lunch would be coming soon and well by now I didn't feel the need to stay up here in my room anymore. I felt stronger than ever, I felt different alter occur inside of me ready to emerge, something more powerful than Katorra even. I embraced this part of me. 

After that morning before I cut myself open and the voice came to me I let them in. This alter of course had no name but referred to themselves as "The Devil" I rolled my eyes at alter's stupid and frivolous name. It didn't talk much either but this one helped me, and the other's were wary of it. 

I got up from my bed going through my drawer packing my suitcase with jeans, t-shirts, and socks. I was fast and furious making my exit smooth. No more parents telling me what to do, no more limitations, no more medication, no more cell for me, no more pain. I wouldn't be locked in this ivory castle anymore. I'm not a doll like my parents. 

I took two coats, some glasses, and a few flats. The bit of money  I saved hidden in the wall, at least  2k. I was so busy moving around in my room I hadn't noticed my parents in my room until my father called out my room. "Selena?" 

I snapped out of my trance and turned. I continued to pack. "Selena stop! You're not ready yet!" my mother yelped. She put the tray of food down on my desk. 

I had it up to here. "I am ready when I say I am, it's not for you to say when I am ready anymore. I'm going and there is nothing you can do to make me stay anymore."

I zipped up my suitcase and put on my shoes. "Selena we love you-- God, don't do this." my father grabbed my arm. I looked at him. Wrong move. 

He never knew what love was. He didn't even love your mother. He always knew hate though. He knew damned well how to hurt you. What has he ever done for you? Was he a father to you? 

The voice roared 

This voice was whispery, sinister even. The voice was somewhat familiar.

I found myself through this moment, defining who I am. Who we are. Who he is. The otherworldly surge of power. "don't do it Daddy, you don't want to get hurt do you?" my voice turned dark. He didn't care anymore and I could see that. Have it your way, Daddy. 

I wound back my fist with my free hand, coming square into contact with his face. Well, that felt good. 

I thought. That's nothing.  The sinister voice mused. I can do so much more you don't even know about yet. 

Dad was on the floor and seemed to be very dizzy. I had him clocked out and he would be like that for a while. "come with me-- Honey, I'll be back!" my mother grabbed my suitcase and took my hand. "I should have done this forever ago but I was being stupid, I hope you can honestly forgive me."

My mom dragged me down the stairs and yet the voice within me didn't cause any harm to Erika. Well even monsters have soft spots. "what're you doing Erika?"

"Your father caught onto his priorities too late, this is the most I can do and well you need to get the fuck out of here, this place isn't for you and we're shitty people. Also, you're going to have another sibling but you won't be here for that, you're going to live your best life, get Zee back and have kids however you can," 

Erika grabbed a bag from the counter and handed it over to me, "what's this?"

"Your start, what else?" Erika gave me a weak smile. "well get in the car loser, we got a doctor to kill!" 

Wait, what the fuck? 

 . . .

It took three hours but we were out in the middle of nowhere in front of a minimalist house with many glass windows and a lot of black and white concrete. Behind it was another house, a guest house. "where are we?" 

My mother turned to me finally shutting the engine off and tucked my hair behind my ear. "we're at Reese's house. We're going to do something we should have done a long time ago." she bent down. There was a small briefcase under the chair, she unlocked the briefcase. 

There were two guns and four small syringes. "who are we killing?" I asked. That's not even a normal question. The syringes had blood red liquids inside of them. 

"and this is why you are your mother's daughter-- this is three syringes of Diaxaphine, we're killing Raphael Reese. We're going to go in there and act like this is an appointment so I need you to act submissive."

I didn't have anything to say but I was down for the plan. Killing the guy that fucked me up in the first place, the guy that basically created my sickness. The MH4. Or as mom would call it, "Meta Human 4" a new gene all by itself that procreates with the basic human gene and bores a monster.  "I can do that, it's what I have been doing almost the past twenty-three years, right?'

Mom rolls her eyes. "not now smart ass, I'm making this up as we go and it's all in a life time's work to be a mother and kill the guy who fucked you up-- I agreed to do this because it was going to ensure pregnancy and make your brother all over again so really you should be killing me but not today," she shivered, thinking about me killing her someday then looked at me and smiled.

I was her daughter, always would be. She'd always be my mother and well Dad'd be a fuck but still Dad. "I'm not going to kill you; you're my mom." I reached over and kissed her cheek. "I love you, you cold-hearted bitch."

My mom smiled at me and I, back at her. I stepped out the car walking gracefully as possible as  I made my way to the door and pressed the bell. He expects me to be innocent and submissive. Act the part, do it all. Do it right. Kill him. Make him pay for ruining your family and your life. 

The door opens to a pale man with platinum blonde hair and green eyes-- he's charming, just as charming as I remebered him to be when I was younger and his eyes still filled with sickness. He couldn't recognize me though. I looked different. "my, my, you must be Mia from the agency, hello Darling."

I nodded. "y-yes sir, may I come in?" I asked. 

Dr. Reese flashed his teeth to me with a curt nod. He pulled me in by my waist while he began kissing over my neck with his whiskey breath. "You are very fine young lady," 

"Thank you Mr. Reese."

He pulled me upstairs without another word, I followed right behind him already with an instinct in place to kill. Something doesn't feel right, go back Selena!  Katorra whined. She wasn't scared, she must have been right about this feeling but I didn't care, I had to keep going. I had to kill this man and no one was going to get in the way of it. 

I'm in his room now, I've got him where I want him. I'll get him. Don't worry about me Katorra. 

I lock the door once Dr. Reese in on his bed already kicking his shoes off and disrobing.  "fiesty are we?" Dr. Reese snickers. Licking his crusty-nearly blue lips. 

"That, I am," I bit my lip as I draped myself over him and pulled Dr. Reese in for a kiss.