Chapter Forty Seven: My Dear Mother Part I

Cedric had been silent since they departed Wilmut’s house. Lorraine had tried to strike up a conversation with him, but his replies remained short. “I was thinking that maybe Aiden can speak with Mark? Although there’s this years-old grudge between the two, there might be a chance that Mark would listen to him.” She tried again with her eyes fixed on him.

“Your faith in Aiden is misplaced.” He gritted out and his fists clenched on the steering wheel.

She let out a huff, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t see you coming up with any ideas. Actually, you’ve been extra grumpy and silent since we left Father Wilmut.”

“You don’t understand.” He said without even sparing her a glance.

“Damn right, I don’t. Because you’re not explaining anything.” Her tone became more aggravated; she couldn’t understand what he was going on about. Moreover, Lorraine felt overwhelmed with everything. She didn’t think any human being could fathom all the news she had been getting. *“But you’re not just a human.”* There was that voice in her head; the one that didn’t sound like her own, but it was hers all the same.

“Do you know what it means for a gate to be opened? It’s like unleashing hell on earth! We’d all be doomed, Lorraine. Whatever shit you think you’ve seen would be nothing compared to what could happen.” Cedric was furious, not at her, but she was there with him, pushing all his buttons. He was mad at himself, and The Brotherhood, at Victoria, and even at Darla.

“And we will stop Victoria.” She retorted in a calmer tone.

“Then we’ll have The Brotherhood.” He hit the steering wheel angrily. “It’s a never-ending cycle in this cursed town. I shouldn’t have come here. I should have fucking knnown better.” For the first time he had voiced that thought. Hadn’t he come to Secret Valley, he wouldn’t have met Lorraine, he wouldn’t be as confused as he was, and he wouldn’t come face to face with The Brotherhood again.

Mentioning the brotherhood, aroused an important question in her mind. “What happened to their master? I mean, their purpose in life is to raise their master, but who is he and what happened to him?”

“Lorraine, if you don’t shut up, I’ll fucking kill you and my feelings be damned to hell.” Cedric snapped then pulled over sharply at her driveway. “Get out.” He ordered without glancing her way.

Lorraine wanted to say something, anything, but she couldn’t. It was the first time that Cedric had shown that kind of attitude. She had never seen him that angry, and it surprised her, shook her to the core. It was a mixture of fear, confusion, and concern. Despite her anger, she found herself giving him excuses in her mind. So, she exited the car and closed the door after her with a loud thud.

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It was an hour after midnight when Suzan was walking down the dark hallway of her house, her hand was gripping the handle of a slicing knife tight enough that her knuckles turned white. She was gliding on her tiptoes, until she reached the door of Lorraine’s room. Suzan stood in front of it, grasping the knife tighter and staring at the door handle heatedly.

Wrapping her other hand around the handle, she opened it slowly with a soft click. She stealthily walked to her bed and stood in front of Lorraine’s sleeping figure. She gritted her teeth while the hand holding the knife moved towards Lorraine’s throat. The pointed part was directed at Lorraine, but Suzan was frozen in place. She seemed to be contemplating with herself and she pulled the knife slightly away from Lorraine.

Lorraine’s eyes opened slowly, and she groggily made the figure of her mother pointing a knife at her. She blinked a couple of times, “Mom, what are you doing?” She asked frantically, her eyes drifting between the knife and Suzan’s face.

Suzan let out a scream, similar to a war-cry, and launched at Lorraine, who had the insight to roll off the bed and onto the floor. Suzan fell on the bed, but she got up quickly trying to launch another attack. “Mom, what are you doing?” Lorraine put her hand up and walked around the bed, trying to reach for the door. Suzan rushed and cornered Lorraine, so her back was to the nightstand.

Lorraine put her hand up, in a surrender motion. “Mom, it’s me, Lorraine”

Suzan didn’t seem to care though and while waving the knife, Lorraine managed to grab her hand, struggling with her to drop the knife. However, Suzan was resilient, and wouldn’t let go of her attempt to murder Lorraine. “You’re not my daughter, where’s she you devil?” Suzan said from between her teeth, which shocked Lorraine.

“Mom, it’s me. Stop it!” Lorraine begged her, still trying to fight her mother off. Suzan tried to free the hand holding the knife and she managed to push Lorraine onto the bed, flying the knife her way. Lorraine acted on instinct and in one quick second she grabbed the bedside lamp swinging it and hitting Suzan on the head.

She fell on top of her, and Lorraine started breathing heavily staring in shock with wide eyes. The lamp slacked from her hand as it fell limply next to her. She was frozen in her place, feeling the weight of her mother’s limp body on top of her and the sight of the blood dripping from Suzan’s head and onto her chest, made Lorraine snap out of her shock.

She softly pushed her mom so she’s lying beside her and tried to wake her up. She caressed her face softy, “Mom, please wake up”. The sobs wretched out of her chest and tears fell freely. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry”. Her cries only got harder, and she started heaving. Looking at Suzan’s unmoving body, Lorraine didn’t know what to do except sit on her knees and cry even harder.