Societies Misfits (Completed)

Chapter Eighteen

As I lay my head to rest on my goose feather pillow I relieve the moment of me kissing you. Although it was awkward and took the both of us by surprise I will forever cherish our first kiss together.

My eyes begin to fall heavier and heavier as I'm in a full state of sleep.

The sound of glass shatters and I awake to see that a rock has been thrown through my bedroom window. I sit up in bed too afraid that this could be a trap or even worst a nightmare. My phone vibrates and I look at the notification that is disabled on my lock screen

Clair 6:48 am: Mom drove me to get a pregnancy test, turns out I'm not pregnant"

I shiver and my whole hands become numb to the touch. I drop my phone into my pocket and look both ways from my room to make saw no one is hiding in any crevices. I slip on my black uggs which I placed last night next to my side table.

My dresser is a good two steps away from me and I basically jump off my bed and run to grab my Chanel perfume knowing damn well that if someone is inside my bedroom I can spare them straight in the eyes with it and it will burn like crazy.

I remember doing that once. I was all ready for the school dance last year when I opened the top of the perfume and began sparing it on my neck, turns out the spare shot up right into my eyes. They burned for a good fifteen minutes and I thought that I would go blind from the sudden impact of the mist.

Both my hands Shake as I pick the fragrance up and I pull off the lid making sure that the sprayer will face towards whatever it is.

I very slowly walk over to my carpet where the glass has shattered from my window and I see a rock with a letter taped to it.

Stopping in my track I swallow a silent scream as I turn over the rock

"Societies Misfits is coming for you," It says in messy righting

I drop the fragrance bottle on the floor and it shatters into hundreds of small pieces.

My whole body is shaking and I feel like fainting. I don't know whether this is a dream or reality but I have to get out of here before I find out.

Slamming open my door I run down the long hallway, along the way I turn my head ever so slightly and see my Christmas photo from when I was a toddler which I was sitting on Santa's lap and mom was next to me and she wasn't smiling.

I stop in my tracks at the top of the stairs and feel for my phone to call the police or Jackson because I am too afraid to face whatever is down there.

As I dial "911" Before I hit call I hear a muffled scream

I quickly run into my mom's room and grab ahold of her vase which she keeps her fake flowers in not caring to throw the flowers out as I am yet again at the stairs frozen.

Inching closer to the bottom of the floor I make my way down the to the last three steps and I stop. Ahead of me, I see that Cassendra is tired up to one of the legs of the dining room table and I look at her dead in the eyes.

She shakes her head frantically implying me to not get any closer but I have to help her.

I sprint over to the kitchen and grab a knife from the top draw and hold it in my hands firmly now placing the vase on the bench top not needing it anymore

Making saw that no one is behind me I take my steps slowly to Cassandra as she shouts inaudible words.

"Its okay I'm here," I say frantically falling into a crouch and crawling under the table to cut the rope that has tired around both of her very fragile and actually quite small hands.

My heart beats up into my throat and I continue sawing through the ropes trying my best not to cut Cassandra's hands or mine.

The rope falls from Cassandra's hands and I tell her that she is free.

I whisper very quietly to her

"Cassandra go get help," I say to her but she doesn't move an inch from where she is still sitting.

She stares blankly behind me and I can feel a cold pretense of someone standing behind me. I drop the knife shaking as Cassandra tears the tape off of her mouth and begins speaking.

"You better run little girl," She says with her deep Scottish accent.

I make a run for it not even looking behind me as I make it back into my room and I push my drawer to block the door.

"Come out come out where ever you are," She says laughing as I hear two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs.

I feel my right pocket for my phone to call for help but it isn't there. I look in the other and it's gone.

"s**t I must have dropped it downstairs," I say trying to keep my cool as I rest my body again the drawer.

Time seems to slow down and I remember that this could all be a dream. I get up from leaning against the drawers and I pinch myself as hard as I can feeling my skin pull tightly together and it turns red as I release my hold.

I try closing my eyes but when I open them I see that I am still in fact here in my bedroom.

"What the actual f**k," I say out loud as I look through my side table next to my bed and try to fetch out my metal nail file.

Inside my side draw its full of complete and utter junk. From unopened tampons scattered all inside to fully melted chocolate that looks like it's been sitting there for months I'm struggling to find my nail file.

The doorknob starts to jiggle violently and I make a small whimper as I run to my bathroom and lock the door behind me knowing that I should be safe in the bathroom.

The thing about my bathroom is that when mom first bought this house it had a bay window in the bathroom that could open up, but mom was too scared that I would try to jump out of it when I was really little so she got the window removed and now it's a plain old white wall.

I look at the mirror thinking back to my recurring dreams and remember that the glass to the mirror was always shattered but now it's in perfect tact.

I hear a scream coming from downstairs and without arming myself I unlock the door and listen carefully for any more sounds.

"Bridget help me!" mom screams from downstairs and mom heart drops

This isn't a dream I think to myself as I push the drawers out from behind the door so I can get out and save my mom. This is real life. If my dreams are correct mom could quite possibly die at any moment and the sad truth is mom predicted this all along.

My adrenaline roars inside of me as I run straight through the long hallway passed the now broken picture frames that were hanging up on the wall now all shattered on the floor. I stop myself and grab a photo which mom and I took only recently of us at an amusement park.

It was a rainy Friday night in January and mom surprised me with tickets to 'Crestwood's Annual Amusement Park" It's basically a fair that comes around every year for a limited amount of time.

The tickets are so hard to get because they only sell a limited amount a day and they sell out basically straight away.

Mom told me on the car ride there that she sat at her laptop at work for forty-five minutes constantly refreshing the page waiting for the tickets to go on sale.

The park on the night that mom and I arrive was surprisingly not busy at all. It was one of the last weekends of the amusement park being open. But when mom and I both arrive inside most of the rides were either broken down or completely getting taken apart. The park was meant to be opened for another day but I guess most of the people running the rides couldn't keep up with the maintenance for another day. The only ride that was still up and running was, unfortunately, the teacup ride.

I told mom I didn't want to ride a kids ride and be embarrassed for the rest of my life but moms eyes pleaded with me and when I said told her okay and mom thought it was so funny that I agreed to ride the teacups that mom asked the ride operator to take a photo of the both of us standing in front of it.

That was the only photo from that wall that mom was smiling in.

I dug through the shattered glass of the picture frames just missing cutting my hand multiple times and under it, all the photo is sitting there untouched and in good shape. I fold it twice and tuck it in my bra knowing I will never lose it in there and I make a run for it down the stairs.

But its too late Cassandra is holding my mom's hands while the man in the black cloak holds a gun to her head

"Remember this," He says to mom as he notices me and he says it louder

"REMEMBER THIS PHOEBE," He says shouting and Cassandra turns my moms head to face me

"Remember you and me doing this back in the day," He says smiling at her with his yellow teeth.

Cassandra violently shakes my mom as if to make my mom answer the man in the black cloak and my mom whimpers.

"I remember," She says and a tear falls down her cheek

"Do you remember how much fun we had in Los Angels killing Timothy whats his face?" He says as Cassandra turns my moms head sideways to face the man in the black cloak.

Her face is almost and readable and blank as he begins to pull the cloak off of him and the black mask that was covering his face.

The whole world stops as I am face to face with my father.

"Remember me, Phoebe?" He says holding my mom by the neck and I can't move an inch knowing what's about to come next.

"Remember dear old Rocky," He says curving his mouth into an evil smile.

"Your ex-lover," He says releasing her from his hold

I begin inching closer as Richard says the most hurtful things to my mom as Cassandra begins to pull my mom's hair back to reveal a tattoo.

"Remeber that tattoo he says digging his gun into a huge SM on the side of her neck. Remember the promise you gave me when you got that tattoo on your neck" He says while baring his teeth

Mom shakes and nods.

"What was it you said again," He says looking at her dead in the eyes.

Moms voice crack and she whimpers.

"This tattoo will bound my love for you," She says as the gun inches deeper and deeper into her fair skin and mom yelps.

"Well looks like you didn't keep that promise did you," He says staring straight back to me

"She looks exactly like you," He says to mom and I feel my dizziness slowly coming back.

"Do you have any last words to say to our daughter?" He says laughing in her face

I break into a sweat as I watch my mom struggle to say a word

"Bridget this isn't a dream," She says letting her tears inch closer and closer passed her neck

My heart stops and from then and there I knew I had to do something.

I get up from my crouch but,

She shakes her head knowing what I am thinking and planning and I whimper silently as

My father pulls the trigger of the gun...

BANG! BANG! BANG!

My vision starts to blur and the last memory I have of mom is lying lifeless on the dining room floor where we shared our last meal together and my mothers final moment of life.

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