Chapter 9

She shook her head and lied to her mother. “Do what, mom?”

Liz snapped out like a madwoman. “You forced me to do those disgusting things, you worthless cunt.”

Monica looked into her mother’s eyes to show fake sincerity. “I was in my bedroom all night trying to sleep. You kept screaming out all sorts of shit, mom. Did you hallucinate me, mom?”

Confusion reached her face. “Let me go, you stupid cunt. I have to pee.”

She stood before her mother with her arms crossed, and the pleasant aroma of evidence lingered all around. “Apologize, mom.”

Boards rattled from both sides as she screamed out. “Apologize? I’ve got nothing to apologize for, you worthless cunt. You need to apologize to me for what you did. Let me go.”

Her eyes held her mother’s fury. “Apologize for thinking your hallucination was real, mom, or I’ll leave you here.”

Monica shrugged as she received only a flurry of curses in place of an apology. “Fine, mom. Don’t apologize.” She turned to leave as she called back. “I’ve got shit to do today. You can piss yourself for all I care, mom.”

The shaking stopped, and her words were forced up from the very depths of her icy heart. “I’m sorry.”

Monica turned to look at a crusted face devoid of any real intent behind those two words. She walked towards her mother’s angry stare as she held her eyes. The scent intensified with each step she took, but ignored everything except those eyes of furry.

Her face was pressed close enough to her mother’s to smell her tainted breath of morning. “Sorry about what, mom?”

Liz’s face twisted from the tortuous task. “I’m sorry for thinking my hallucination was real.”

The remnant of her pussy could be found mixed with unpleasant scents of morning. “Was I in here last night, mom?”

She shook her head a little as confusion crossed her face. “No. There, whore, I apologized. Let me go.”

Monica walked close to the spot where mattress met wood and reached towards her secured wrist. There was no fight as her fingers touched her flesh. There was something pleasant about feeling the cuff press against her, but she couldn’t linger. Velcro tore away as she was free of one of her restraints, and turned to walk away.

Liz screamed out. “Get the other one off, you worthless whore.”

Monica called out over her shoulder without slowing her steps. “Do it yourself, mom.”

Liz didn’t waste time to free herself, and looked on the ground for what she had left. “What did you do with my clothes, whore.”

Monica held her ground without looking away as she had done as a child. “I didn’t do shit with your clothes, mom. You threw them away before going to bed.”

She snapped and little spittle flew from her mouth. “I would never do that. You would, you worthless whore.”

Her mother wanted her to back down, but it wasn’t going to happen. “You said there was something in them and wouldn’t calm down, mom. I tried to stop you, but you wouldn’t listen. You threw them away, mom.”

She snapped a little harder. “Where are they, you stupid cunt.”

Monica pressed her wrists to her hips. “On their way to the dumps. Dump truck’s already been by. Your clothes are gone, mom. You threw them all out. You really don’t remember?”

Liz shook her head. “What am I going to wear, whore?”

She looked into her mother’s eyes to let her know she wasn’t the one who was going to back down. “Same thing you are now, mom, nothing.”

Liz scowled at her daughter. “I don’t want to be naked in front of you more than I already have to.”

Monica shook her head without breaking contact with her mother’s eyes. “Just like I didn’t want to be naked in front of you growing up. I had to deal with it in your house. Guess you’ll have to deal with it in mine, mom.”

Her mother took on a fresh wave of anger and pressed her tits up. “If you didn’t come into my room last night, how do you explain this, whore.”

She refused to look away from her glaring eyes. “I don’t want to see your fucking tits, mom.”

Liz held them up a little higher. “Look at the marks you left behind, you stupid cunt.”

Monica glanced down briefly to see the indents of where she had squeezed, and returned her attention to the anger in her eyes. “What marks, mom?”

She snapped hard at her daughter. “The ones from your hands, cunt.”

Her knuckles tightened a little as she smirked. “There’s nothing there, mom.” Monica glanced down a little longer to take them both in before she pulled her eyes back. “Nothing. Why the fuck are you hallucinating about me, mom?”

Liz shook her head hard as she glanced away to give her daughter the victory. “I didn’t, whore.”

Monica’s smirk became a controlled smile. “You can’t deny it, mom. You hallucinated me. I want to know why the fuck you did it, mom.” She shook her head and took on a sound of disgust. “Never mind, mom. I don’t want to know what goes on in your head with me. Go, take your piss, and leave the door open.”