Asunder

Pride

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"You're still alive?"

Her mother's words were weak and what she noticed next was the word lust etched on her mother's chest.

"Ma..."

"How did you just get captured now? What the hell have you been doing?"

"I've...I've been trying to find you all." She says, "Did you not expect me to?"

"Yeah, you were always a brat."

Her mother's words always hurt, but right now, shouldn't be the time to be having this conversation.

"Ma... listen we have to get out of here and get back to Fall's End. I know some people who can-"

"You've been wondering around? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Wrong with me? I actually care what happens to you guys! Do you even know where Dad is right now!" She yells, narrowing her eyes at her mother, who sits up from the wall at her words. "What about Cam? Or Mads? Cause I know where she is... I found her and she is different. Do you know why? Cause we went to those fucking sermons."

"Those sermons did me more than what your father ever did." Her mother laughs.

"Look at where you are at right now!"

"Yeah, and I'm not leaving either."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not atoning. I'm not fucking perfect and neither is that hot cultist out there. Even if he cuts off this damned word, I would still want to do shit that will make your Grandmother disappointed."

She eyed her Mother in disbelief, "Then lets escape!"

"Are you stupid? I didn't fucking raise you to be, do you see an exit sign? Now shut up and tell John your sin."

"No..." Tears brim her eyes and anger bubbled inside her, as she struggled to her feet. "I did not end up right here after everything I've been through... just to be told that I can't escape."

"Now you are talking back?" Her mother doesn't even look like she can stand up, but she does, looking her daughter up and down. "Just because everything has gone to shit, doesn't mean you get to do what you want."

"I can do what I want," She glares at her mother, feeling confidence growing in her bones. "Since you don't seem to care about me anymore."

Her cheek stings as her mother's hand connects to it. It was silent and she was sure her heart stopped. "Don't care about you? Excuse me, but who brought you to fucking hillbilly Montana so we could live comfortably! I did!"

"Bullshit." Her voice cracks, as she turns her head back to her mother with salty tears streaming down her face. "You just wanted the money."

She closed her eyes as her mother hit her again, yelling "Brat!"

She planned to say something else until the door opened and John came in, pushing her mother away from her and pushing her against the wall. His hand was on her neck and her face was immediately drained of anger and was now replaced with worry and fear. He clicked his tongue, running his finger from her neck to the tattooed word on her chest.

"That's not exactly your sin is it?" He questions and she couldn't seem to turn away. "You have another one. So... let's add it shall we?"

He shoved her mother to the ground and he motions to her, a cultist came in, pulling her mother up and out of the room. She eyed John, who watched, then turned to her. He grabbed her arm and brought her too. She was in too much shock to object as she eyed the herald and then her struggling mother ahead of them.