Twisted fate

Twisted Fate part 3

Emma laid on her bed watching the ceiling. I killed someone. He was far from innocent but, I killed him. Emma played this in her head for a few seconds. She got her phone from her night stand. She clicked the home button and stared at her home picture. There was a picture of her on a swing with the wind running through her golden hair. Her father pushing her with a smile as big as a half moon. Emma definitely had her  fathers hair but, had her mothers grass green eyes. Her fathers chocolate eyes watched his daughter giggle with happiness. Emma couldn't had been older than six then. She smiled warmly at the picture. Carefully, she placed her phone back next to a book. Cinderella. She's always loved that book. Emma loved to read. To escape reality. To escape her life as a modern day Cinderella but, with a horrific twist. Expect Emma didn't want a ball or a prince. All she wanted was what must teenagers her age have. A family. Not having to be the responsible one. Someone to moan at her when she didn't do her homework or give her praise if she got an A. She wanted to be put first. "I just want to be normal," she sighed. Then let out a giggle. "What the hell is normal?" She laughed. She headed down stairs to clean up her mess.

When Emma reached down stairs, she headed to the kitchen to tend to her long forgotten wound. As she wrapped her hand with a plaster her mind began to wonder. What the hell am I suppose to do now she thought. Emma's eyes were fixed on the window however her brain didn't process any of it. Not only was her brain confused so were her emotions. The happiness she had was slowly fading but, she didn't know what to replace it with. Fear, sadness or anger. "What are you doing?" Emma was grabbed out of her thoughts by a voice behind her. Emma turned around and was greeted by her mother. Emma's mothers hazel hair was all over the place matching her makeup. "Oh um nothing." Emma's eyes glanced at her mothers hand which held a bottle causing Emma to sigh. Emma's mother sat at there small oak wood table watching her daughter. Emma grabbed a glass from the cupboard above her. She held it under the tap and watched the liquid fill it slowly. Emma's stomach started to turn as scenarios of what her mother will say about the events which happened only hours ago filled her head. Slowly, Emma walked towards her mother glass in her now shaking hand. The glass sat up straight on the table. Emma's mother took a sip as Emma sat next to her. Carefully, Emma watched her mother. Emma's mother finished the water and replaced it with the vodka in her hand. Emma guessed her mother hadn't noticed the body of her latest boyfriend as her mother didn't mention it. Emma focused on her mother trying to build up the courage.

Now or never Emma thought. "Mum," Emma whispered. Emma's mothers head turned. "I need to tell you something," Emma said with her voice shaking. Her mother hummed to tell her to continue. Emma's mind tried to grasp the right words while her mother gulped the glass dry. After the glass left Emma's mothers lips she stated "I just need more drink." Emma was to wrapped up in thought she didn't realise what her mother had said till her mother was at the front room door. Emma glanced at the empty seat then jumped up in surprise and raced to the door. But she was far to late. Emma looked at the scene in front of her. Her mother was sat at the what many would call victim. But not Emma. "Mum," Emma said causing her voice to crack. Emma's mothers head turned and what Emma saw took her back a little. Tears were streamed down Emma's mothers face and her eyes were full of rage.

"What the hell happened?!" Emma's mother yelled making Emma jump. Emma had to force back the lump in her throat as she replied "I...I had to mum. He." "YOU DID THIS!" Emma's mother screamed interrupting her daughter. Emma felt tears sting the back of her eyes. Her mother shot up and they both stared back at each other. Emma's mothers face was full of anger with glistens of pain. "ANSWER ME!" She screamed but with much more force. "Y..yes" Emma answers mentally slapping herself for stuttering. Her mothers eyes drifted to the lifeless body on the ground. "Mum you don't understand he tried to," Emma started but, was interrupted once more. "Don't give me those fucking excuses!" Her mother roared. A tear escaped Emma's eye and ran down her face as she knew every excuse was true. "I'm not making excuses. Mum please just listen." Emma begged even though she knew it was useless. "No your out of fucking control." Emma's heart started to race a little as anger pumped in her veins. "Your just like your father," her mother mumbled but, loud enough for Emma to hear. Emma stood still in shock. Her mind tried to take in what she said but, Emma had no idea what she meant. "What's that suppose to mean?" Emma asked calmly ignoring or well trying to ignore the anger now bubbling in her veins. Emma's mother kissed the 'victims' cheek allowing her tears to land on his face. "Mum?" Emma asked but, was greeted with silence. "Holly!" Emma yelled causing her mother to jump. "It means your just like him." Her mother explained getting up to face her daughter. "You destroy everything you touch. Just like him" This shocked Emma. Her mothers said bad stuff about him before. But, this. This shocked her. "Your both selfish, nasty monsters." Emma felt her heart start to crack. But what her mother said next broke her. Emma didn't even know what happened. It just did. It happened so fast her brain couldn't even process it. All she knew now was that she was towering another dead body. However this time the glass was still in the body. Right in the heart. Emma fell to her knees and let out the tears she was holding back. A few tears turned to long sobs.