Chapter Twenty-nine

♦Selena's POV♦

I throw on loose pants and a random sweatshirt, confronting mother is going to be anything but fun, I might as well dress comfortably. 

On a whim, I pass by September's room to check up on her and she's still sleeping as soundly as when I left her, which was more than okay, she needed all the rest she could get before her entire world goes haywire.

I decide to walk to mother's room, no need hurrying the inevitable by dematerializing straight there. As I walk down the hallway, I realise that I can't remember the last time I went to mother's room, willingly at least and I'm not even talking about when we moved to Brenton.

The anger simmering under my skin continues its steady hum as I strut to mother's room, I had so many questions that had better get their answers or someone was going to bleed and it definitely wouldn't be me.

I pass by my dad's room and sadness finds a way to sit beside my anger but then I remember all that she did to him too and I forget to be sad, I increase my speed, going straight to her door.

Without a second thought, I raise a leg and kick it down.

Mother's voice floats out immediately like she was expecting it. "There's no need to slam my door open like that, Cyril."

I pause at the open door, her voice sounds… teary?

"It's not Cyril." I inform her, walking in. "Why would you be expecting him?" I ask in a hard voice.

If she was expecting him, it only meant one thing, she had sent him to modify our memories, again.

Her sad face quickly hardens. "I don't think I have to give you a reason why I would want to see my son, Selena." She dismisses me, waving a hand.

She's sitting at her vanity mirror, no doubt taking off her makeup as she prepares to sleep.

"Maybe you don't but you should know, Cyril gave me my memories back." I tell her, watching her closely to see her reaction.

She only slightly flinches, picking up some cream to dab under her eyes. "And September's?" She asks carefully.

I narrow my eyes at her question, my fury bubbling to the top. "What happened to September?" I ask carefully, too.

"Did she get her memories back?" She asks coldly, like she simply wanted to know if we got the dresses we wanted while we went shopping.

I'm so pissed that I don't even remember moving, the next thing I see is my sharp nails driving through the vanity mirror, mother had moved to the bed to escape my attack.

"That's all you care about?!" I scream at her, my hand still buried through the wood, blood dripping down my arm from broken shards of glass embedding themselves in my skin.

"We've always been rivals, Selena." She says calmly like I did not just try to split her chest open. "But September still loves me and believe me when I say I will utilize that."

"You evil thing!" I snarl at her, ripping my hand out of the mirror frame. "If you go near September, I will murder you." I promise her in an icy tone.

She just tsks, standing up to calmly search through her wardrobe. "You've always been quite dangerous with so, so much potential but you had a weakness, which is your twin sister so I had to take that away."

I'm shivering with the force of keeping a clamp on my emotions. "If that was your reason why did you have to do all that to her?" I ask in an emotionless voice as past memories long forgotten and now resurfaced, flashes through my mind.

She lets out an airy laugh. "Poor, poor, Selena, always wanting to play the hero. I didn't do all that for you, you were merely a bonus I didn't expect." She pulls out a silk nightgown and turns to me.

"I don't have any plans of telling you anything, what would be the fun in that." She snorts. "And I will do what I bloody well want to with my child." She walks towards me, her eyes glowing red.

The pain that slices through me is nothing compared to what she uses to punish us, even though I know she has never unleashed the full extent of her powers on us, I never imagined this kind of pain.

I crumple to my knees, trying to hold back my scream, all I need is one, one thread of emotion and I could turn the tides back on her. Just when I'm about to pass out from the pain, I sense it, a thread of fear in the most grotesque shade of red I've ever seen and I latch onto it with everything I have left.

The pain stops as quickly as it starts and her choking sounds makes me lift my head up, her hands are around her neck and her eyes are blown wide as she continues to mumble unintelligible things.

"I never expected you to tell me anything, mother." I crouch in front of her, staring with a morbid satisfaction at the terror stricken expression on her pale, sweaty face. "I'll find everything out on my own but mark these words, the moment September stops loving you, I will find you and I will put an end to your miserable existence."

I stand up again and go to sit at the vanity table she had just left.

 "Do you remember when you threw September off that cliff?" I ask slowly, staring at my bloody arm with a kind of maniacal fascination.

I look at her now, she's still crouched against her wardrobe, her nightgown clutched tightly against her chest. "Don't tell me you've forgotten now, or did you tell Cyril to modify your memories too so you could sleep better at night?"

She shakes her head slowly but surely and I grin widely, fangs out. "Good! I'll still say it again, you know I just got my memories back so it's still a little rusty." I spin the chair around so that I'm facing her and I lean against the chair, eyes closed. I'm not worried about mother attacking me, as long as I've manipulated her emotions she's helpless and unless she finds a way to hide or get rid of her emotions, she isn't escaping my power.

"It was after we left the Walled Castle right? If I remember correctly." I tap my chin. "You made us leave the Walled Castle when you found out that September came in contact with Hellhounds, then we moved to one of Grandpa's Castles. The one high in that mountain, it was called Castle Rock right?" I don't wait for her affirmations before I forge on.

"There weren't any walls so September could get enough sunshine and run around like a normal child, she was actually getting better, she was eating more, playing more, smiling more. She stopped hiding in the shadows and started to actually try, she was actually starting to live!" I raise my voice at this point then relax again, breathing deep. Losing my temper wasn't going to help.

"Do you know why I was still able to attack you even though you already had me caught with your powers?" I look her dead in her terrified eyes again.

She doesn't reply, probably overwhelmed with the way I keep increasing her terror.

"Because that was the only reason you were able to throw September off." I look down, a cold fury circulating me. "You used the full extent of your powers on your seven year old child so it was a piece of cake this time around."