2: Confusion

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The dark-haired girl slowly opened her eyes only to be greeted by a unfamiliar ceiling.

Her senses kicked in and she quickly sat up, her body ready to defend for any attack.

Her eyes widened as the place where she is slowly sinked in to her mind.

She's at Gothel's Cottage.

How?

"Cassandra, thank goodness you're awake."

She flinched when she heard a voice from behind. It can't be. She refused to believe it.

She refuse to believe that it was her mother's voice calling out to her.

She pinched her arm, thinking that all of this is just a dream — "Ouch!" — No. It's not a dream.

She slowly turned her head around, eyes still wide.

There she is. Gothel. Her biological mother — the one who abandoned her for a child who could provide immortality. The person she loathed the most.

"Mama Gothel? It can't be..."

The lady in front of her furrowed her eyebrows, giving her daughter a look of confusion, "It can't be what?" She crossed her arms. "Is that the way how you greet your mother, Cassandra?"

Cassandra quickly shook her head in response, her heart beating fast inside her chest. "No — it's just that – how are you alive?"

Gothel let out a gasp, a hand dramatically placed on her chest and her eyes held a mixed of emotions — she could've sworn she saw sadness in it.

"How dare you, Cassandra?" She snapped. "Do you want me gone?"

The dark haired girl shook her head once again. "I just thought —"

"Well, you thought wrong!" She shouted. "That's it. Go clean up the whole house. I want it as clean as a clock before I go home this afternoon. Do I make myself clear?" She demanded.

"But—"

"I said. Am. I. Making. Myself. Clear?" She snapped, her eyes held the fury that Cassandra once had.

She wanted to say something more but just found herself saying; "Yes, Mama"

"Good." Her mother opened the door and went out of the cottage while complaining how ungrateful she was.

She wanted to snapped at her but she knows there is much more important things she need to worry about like:

How in the world did she managed to get in here?

"Pst! Cass!"

She jumped when she heard her name being called. Her eyes landed on the male figure who were standing in the doorway.

"Who are you?"

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FINALLY! an update! HA HA! 😀

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