Magnolia (playboi carti fanfic)

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"So?" Says the crone, wanting to know what it would be.

I looked at the pulsating heart. It came from her. She still had the gaping hole in her chest, blood seeping through her dress.

"I don't want to kill you." I admit.

I didn't. I didn't want to see the crone die. I just wanted her to free the child.

She seems angered by my response.

She slams her fist against the table, the silverware jumping. "Haven't you gotten it by now? The only way to free the child is to kill me."

She tells me.

And then I think, that's just it. She's telling me I have to kill her to free the child.

It's like telling a child if they're bad they'll end up on Santa's naughty list, and get coal instead of christmas presents.

That child behaves good because of the fear if they don't, Santa would punish them.

The power isn't in the fear, it's in believing.

"No." I say calmly.

She grows angry, her eyebrows angling down as her lips drew into a scowl. "What do you mean no?"

I sighed. "I'm not eating it. If I do, you will die, yes. But I will become your coffin. I will always be the holder of what happened here, you'll never let me forget. You'll never let me forgive you."

"No!" She lied.

"You'll die, but I will always have you in me. And that means, in the end, really it is you who wins."

She wants to protest my words, but she can't. She knows i've found her out.

"Mom," I say this, the first time acknowledging the crone as my mother, someone I love, but someone who has to let me go.

I'm discreetly reaching for the knife I concealed in my wet suit. "I still love you. Regardless of everything." I say as I make a swift move, impaling the heart with my hand.

"What have you done!" She cries, her voice becomes distorted as she falls to dust, her ashes being blown away by the end.

Everything is gone.

"Where's your mom?" Lucas, the cop who busted me asks. We're sitting in a cop car. He's in the passengers, i'm seated behind the drivers.

I don't say anything.

It's been about 20 minutes. The motel is surrounded by cop cars.

They're looking for Mom.

Mom is gone, and i'm in custody.

A another man enters the car, claiming the drivers seat. He turns in his chair, looking over at me. There's this look on his face. Like he doesn't want me to be afraid of him, yet still serious, also concerned. He's younger than the other one, with pale green eyes and short brown hair.