Finally Grounded (Sequel To The One Who Grounds Me)

Chapter Forty-Four

Martha

I couldn't breath. I felt like I was drowning. Gripping the table, I tried to focus but my vision was blurry. My husband chuckled, against me.

"I feel sorry for you. The woman you thought you knew isn't......" He trailed off and burst into huge fits of laughter.

Grabbing a hold of the glass table, I flipped it over. The glass shattered into a million pieces. "Just stop it Maxwell!" I yelled, through tears. No! Please stop! I can't... I just can't.

"Now that's the real Martha!" Maxwell said in glee.

I gripped my head on both sides. The memories from that night, started swirling around in my head. I wanted to puke. No. Why must life be so unfair?

Tristan gripped both my shoulders. "Martha what, is he talking about?"

"Yes Martha, what am I talking about?"

Pushing Tristan away, I covered my ears. "It was a mistake..... I didn't mean for it to happen.... I didn't....." I shook my head from side to side. ".... S-she attacked me... and i...."

Flashback

Sophia's breath smelled like booze. Her elbow, plastered me against the floor. A murderous look was on her face, as she stared at me with a sinister smile.

This wasn't like the many, fights we had when we were younger. This felt different.

She smiled showing off, a row of yellow teeth. "I never thought you would come, dear sister." She purred. Her blood stained, fingernails trailed down my cheeks. ".... I am going to mess you up. When I'm finished with you, Maxwell won't want you any more. He will come running to me."

"Sophia...."

She placed more pressure on my windpipe. I gripped at the rug. "Don't say my name in your filthy mouth!" She spat. Spittle splashed against my cheek. "..... I have hated you for so long. You've always thought that you were better than me! Even mama felt the same way.... you were the golden child. Always getting what you wanted. Well what about me...."

Tears poured down my cheek. I tried to push her off, but I was getting weaker and weaker and my vision was blurry.  Both her hands, gripped my throat. Her thumbs pressed down on my windpipe. I gasped. Grabbing a hold of her hands, I tried to pull them away.

Sophia sobbed. ".... you took him from me! First it was mama and now it's Maxwell! When will you stop interfering?"

"He was mine first.... Maxwell...."

She pressed down harder. My fingers finally touched the pile of wood in the corner. I wouldn't allow myself to die here today! I won't! Grabbing one of the wood.

I hit her across the face, feebly. Her grip loosen. The wood cluttered to the floor. Coughing, I rolled to the side. The air, started to flow back into my lungs. I pushed myself up from the ground.

My movements were sluggish. Gripping the door frame, I staggered out of the living room. I heard my sister shrieked.

I didn't dare look back, I had to get away from her. If i didn't she might end up killing me for real. I grabbed a hold of the banister. My eyes drifted, to the front door, but it was too far away. I wouldn't be able to make it.

"Oh Mara." My sister purred.

Hoisting myself up, I started to climb the stairs. I needed to get to a phone. Something was running against the wall... I tried moving faster, but that only placed unwanted pressure on my leg. I yelped.

"There you are! Now where do you think you're going you little cunt!" My sister roar.

I whimpered, when she grabbed a hold of my legs. I ended up toppling over on the floor. My elbow slammed against the tiles. A wail escaped my lips. Sophia tugged on my leg hard. Wrapping my arms around the railing, I screwed my eyes shut.

".... I won't let you get away.... I won't!" She continued, pulling on my leg but I wouldn't budge.

The tears flowed down, my cheek as I begged her over and over again to stop. She only laughed and called me an idiot. She wouldn't let up. Using the last of my strength, I tackled her, we ended up falling over the banister. Sophia scratched at my face.

Her teeth gritted together. We both crashed into the coffee, table. Sophia gurgled, her eyes wide with shock. Thick, red blood trailed down the corner of her mouth...... she gasped and her head, rolled to the side.....'

End of flashback

"This was a mistake. I shouldn't have come here." I said, grabbing my handbag from off the ground.

"Oh?" Maxwell replied.

When I stood up, Tristan blocked my path. "I am sorry, but you're not leaving until you tell me what the fuck is going on! What the hell, does that dickwad mean, when he said my mother was murdered?"

I shook my head, my hands shook as I cupped his cheek. "I..... I......"

His nostrils flared.

"Since she doesn't have the balls to tell, you the truth, then I will. Martha murdered your mother." Maxwell said, snickering.

Tristan paled. His legs buckled and he dropped to the ground on his knees. His fingers curled in the hem of my knee length dress.

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