Tortured Minds - Chapter Two

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Tortured Minds - Chapter Two

Sweet Revenge

Charlotte Dowling; Nayah’s distant and twisted mother, was busy ironing her clothes for work. She was a cleaner for a small caravan park and only worked short hours for average wages. She was a neat freak and Nayah was convinced that her mother had an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Every speck of dirt, every cluster of dust was eradicated before it had the chance to settle on the squeaky clean surfaces of Charlotte Dowling’s home. Sure it was ok to be clean and maintain a neat and tidy home, but to spend every waking minute of your life cleaning things that were clean, and vacuuming twice a day was just a symptom of insanity in Nayah’s eyes, and if anyone knew insanity it was Nayah Barron.

The days of being woken at 6 am to wash a cup and teaspoon on the sink, being called to take care of something irrelevant every time she sat down, and the constant nagging and mood swings, those days would be over soon. It was time for sweet tranquility, silence, and freedom. Nayah was tired of being her mothers slave, tired of being her tortured work mule, and without Jake to comfort her, the years of bottled up emotions that dwelled within her fragile and tormented mind, began to emerge.

Charlotte winced as she burned her finger with the iron, the damn thing was a heap of junk and as usual she found a way to make it her daughters fault. If Nayah had of been watching where she was going last week, instead of walking around in a daze, she wouldn’t have stepped on the broken beer bottle on the lawn and needed hospital care, they could have bought a new iron with that money.
“Bloody Nayah!” she said out loud, and in an instant her daughter appeared in the doorway. “Yes mother?” the words startled Charlotte and she dropped the iron on the ground, “Bloody hell girl what’s the matter with you sneaking around like that! Bloody useless you are, now go and get me a beer before I throw this iron at your face”. Nayah smiled, it wasn’t a warm loving smile, it was a smile of satisfaction and revenge.

Charlotte felt a shiver run down her spine as she noticed the eerie change in her daughter, for the first time, Nayah had disobeyed an order, and she stood in the doorway with an evil smirk on her face. “No mother, no no no no no, I was about to tell you to get your own fudgeing beer, but I decided against it because I realized that you wont be making it to the fridge”. There was an ear – splitting crack as the end of the baseball bat connected with Charlotte’s jaw, she dropped to her knees screaming as blood poured from her mouth. The second blow to her upper back snapped her spine, leaving Charlotte immobile. Nayah stared at the pool of blood surrounding her mother, any normal person would have found it disgusting, or at least somewhat inconvenient, but Nayah found it mesmerizing. She knelt down next to her crying, bloodied mother “Isn’t this a nice change mother? Now it is me who holds your life in my hands”. Just as she was about to take a final swing Nayah smelled smoke. The iron that her mother had dropped when she had entered the room, was smoldering the carpet and some small flames started to come to life “Well this is interesting, I was about to kill you but now I see that would be boring and a bit unsatisfying. No I think I’ll leave you alive instead, so you can watch yourself get burned alive, burned by the devils flames for all of the evil things you have done you pathetic bitch”. And with that, Nayah turned to walk away, and just as she was about to leave the house she heard a faint cry, “I may have done some evil things Nayah and I know I’m going to hell, but guess what baby, your already there so ill see you soon, you’ll never get to see Jake again now that you’ve killed your own mother! Think about that Nayah. NAYAH!?

She stopped briefly as she heard her mothers final words, she was right in the respect of never seeing Jake again, but Charlottes death was her own doing, she gave birth to the spawn of Satan after all.
With a feeling of deep satisfaction and relief, Nayah Barron walked away from the prison she once called home.


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