Freed

Interlude

The room was large and dark, dimly outlined by old dusty lamps. It was decorated with fine antiques, the room was fine but littered and unkempt. There was no chimney in the room , so the place was always cold,ice cold.

A double- door corner cupboard can be seen by the wall, the wall was initially painted blue but one could barely know because the painted wall was now faded. The room also contained a bed and a dresser.

Footsteps could be heard, staggering steps, it was loud and Rhonda's. She staggered in with a bpttle of brandy in hand slamming the door behind her so hard that the foundation seems to quake.she stumbled at a tequilla bottle on the floor and kicked at it furiously.

The door opened again as a young lady walked in,her height of five feet two was amplified by slender femine contours. The gown she wore fitted properly old and patched, Her face pale and wet with tears.

"Mom , I can't do this anymore" she said wiping her damp cheek, she walked to the centre of the room and stood before Rhonda, her mother.

"Kristina, for the zillionth time, will you stop prating?" Rhonda snapped "I've told you time and again that this is our only means of survival"

"Being sexually used and abused?"

"Better get used to it"

"But mom...."

"Not another word, Kristina"

"No mom, Ive told you too that I could work out something, work somewhere no matter how meagre the pay will be" she pleaded

"All those will not bring as much money, it won't be enough"

" we could manage"

"Enough Kristina!! You will do what I say"

"No, not anymore, I'm done being a slave to an addicted mother,done being a victim of some obsessed, cranky and irritating man" she sobed and ran for the door.

"Kristina, get back here this instance!!"

Kristina almost made it to the door but was wrenched back by her mother. Kristina struggled for freedom but was rewarded with a with a sore stinging slap in the cheek, the slap was given with much force that that Kristina was thrown to the floor.

"I warned you Kristin and now you must face the consequence of your defiance" Rhonda muttered coming to stand before her.

Rhonda was of average height , plumb and finely shaped, she had a jet black ruffled,dirty and smelly, she hadn't bathed in weeks. She was dressed shabbily and had a firm of cranky look, her teeth were brown and fragmental, it emitted an acrid smell each time she spoke.

"Mom, I don't care how much pain and punishment you want to inflict this time,but I won't please you ever again at my detriment" she said rubbing her now stinging and archy cheek,willing the sting to go but it seem to spread sending shooting pain to her chest and heart, she could taste blood on her now bruised lip.

She felt hurt, torn and miserable 'how could her own mother do such a thing'she kept asking herself ,she couldn't comprehend the situation, the more she thought of it the more confused she was .

'was Rhonda her mother?' She couldn't stop the flow of tears nor the pain, she was numb and void.

"Kristina, go to your room and get prepared, I wouldn't want to disappoint Mario, hurry now"

"I will not!"

"I won't reiterate, Kristina"

"And I said I will not" Kristin spat out

"You will" Rhonda promised pulling Kristin up from the floor, she gripped her shoulders shaking her violently.

The grip on Kristina's shoulders was so strong and archy that she instinctively pushed her forcefully. The push was done with much instinctive strength and that Rhonda fell back with a deafening shriek, hitting her head on one of the bedposts.

Her body fell to the floor and shook vigorously, her eyes dilated and red thick liquid sipped slowly from behind her head.

She has killed someone, her mother.