The Divisions Volume I

VI

"Have you ever cut it?" asked Catelyn brushing my wet hair. I knew she was my mother now, so calling her Catelyn felt unnecessary but calling her mom didn't feel right either just yet. My mom was still the woman who had lied to me all these years, the woman sitting downstairs crying into my father's arms. I could hear her from Louisa's room. "Beatrice?"

"Who?" 

The brushing stopped and her eyes that were watching me through the mirror had now focused off towards the bedroom door. "You shouldn't hate her for what she did. She did it for you."

"I don't hate her. I love her more than anything in this world," I sighed, "that's why it hurts."

She placed the brush down on the vanity in front of us before spinning me around to face her, "It won't hurt forever." Her lips pressed against my forehead while my eyes closed gently to take in this moment. The moment, however, was ruined by the loud opening of the bedroom door. Louisa stepped in, her lips strapped in the permanent frown they've been in since I got here. "Are you gonna say hi?" questioned Catelyn sarcastically.

Louisa's eyes burned into me like silver and nearly rolled to the back of her head when she turned to face her mother.  "The monsters are gone. Blaise sent them back into the woods to guard from there rather than in the front lawn." 

Catelyn stepped from me and to her planting a kiss on her forehead next, "Thank you. Now get to bed, both of you." She escorted herself out of the room leaving us trapped in with one another and nowhere else to go. 

Louisa's eyes followed me everywhere I moved, "I think I'm gonna go for a walk," I insisted.

"Yeah, I think that's best."

I chuckled at how fierce she was before making my way out. Mom's crying stopped when the bedroom door slammed close probably in hopes that I'd walk out into the living room with arms wide open. I couldn't though. Instead, I made my way to the screen door leading outside and in the middle of the grassy backyard stood Blaise armed and alert. The sound of the crinkling grass beneath my feet made her uneasy which landed me with a knife to my neck. "Jesus Christ!" I shouted.

She sighed at the realization that it was me, "Don't sneak up on someone like that, especially on someone with a fucking knife." 

"I didn't see the knife," I answered. She grew quiet again trying to listen in on whatever the heck she believed existed out there. "What are you doing?" I asked but she didn't answer, "Do you have super hearing too? Cause the whole dead not dead thing I get, but mother nature is fucking with me if you've got some form of superpowers too?"

"You talk a lot."

"My brother tells me that too."

"He's smart."

I laughed, "He's an idiot."

I could see a smirk forming onto the side of her face from the corner of my eye and it reassured me, "But he's my idiot." I stepped closer to her in hopes of not scaring her away when the truth was I don't think anything could. "Why are you here?" I questioned.

"I thought the knife made that pretty obvious."

"No, not outside. I mean why are you here, how do you know them? Louisa-" I paused on the word mom, "Catelyn."

Her hold of the trees finally loosened and followed me, "Your mom," she emphasized, "was married to my dad once upon a time."

"Wait, does that mean Louisa and you-"

"She's my baby sister too," she nodded. 

"Your dad. He died, right?"

Her jaw tightened at the fact that I would even ask a question like that, "Yes, protecting me."