Breaking Point

Chapter Sixteen

The flashback

Illianna age 13

I ran down the stairs to the basement, pushing the door to the cells open I furiously marched until I stopped right in front of her cell. She had blonde hair like me and she was the same golden skin tone.

When I looked around her cell my eyes widened, it was amazing. Her entire cell was covered in paintings and drawings, but I didn't let that distract me.

She was on the floor painting something and I took the cup of water in front of her cell and threw it at her, causing her work to wash away. Good, now she messed up. I thought triumphantly.

She looked up at me, and leaned back, lifting an eyebrow. I was expecting her to cry, daddy said that she was weak.

"What was the point of that Lily?" She asked me, I scowled at her.

"I could make another one you know." She continued, crossed my arms and stared at her. She was dirty and grimy and looked very thin.

"Why do you keep coming into my room at night to say Spanish things to me?" I asked, giving her a mean face, she crossed her legs and shrugged.

"It's in your blood." I scrunched up my nose in disgust, my blood was not Spanish that's for sure. How could she even say that? That's probably why she's in here, because she likes the Spanish. She's an enemy.

"You're a liar, just like daddy said." I told her. She wasn't telling the truth at all. She started laughing, she laughed and laughed and laughed. I gave her a disgusted look, maybe she was crazy, I bet she was to be laughing like that.

I turned and left the cells, she wasn't my mother, she was a crazy person in a cell.

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When I woke up, I thought about the paintings in her cell, they were all so pretty and cool. None of mine looked like that, I was mad that she could do something better than me.

I went to my desk and picked up my sketchbook and my pencil crayons, I remembered the moons on her cell wall, they were multi coloured and I wanted to recreate it for my room.  I tried three times and I couldn't get it the way hers turned out.

Maybe I should go and look at them so I can get a better visual.

I grinned and made my way down to the cells, I made sure I wasn't smiling when I faced her.

"Welcome back Lily." I frowned at her.

"Don't call me that. You're not allowed too." I told her sitting down in front of her.

"I'll call you what I like. You are my daughter." I didn't answer her. She was not my mother, I stared at the moons on the wall, committing them to memory, she didn't say anything else to me until I was done. I didn't want to leave yet so I continue to look at her art. It was everywhere.

I heard daddy calling for me and I ran up the stairs.

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"If you hate me Lily why are you always here?" She asked as I sat down in front of her with my sketchbook. I ignored her and started drawing the outlines of the moons, I didn't need to talk to her. I didn't want to talk to her.

"Are you an artist as well?" I nodded without looking up at her. She was annoying, why did she want to talk to me all the time anyway?

"Can I show you something?" I looked up, how is she going to show me something from in there?

While I was sketching she was finishing a painting. A painting where I ruined yesterday. I stood up and made my way to the bars, peering down at her.