Chapter 26

She was in her room, but her mind knew the truth. Donna was getting ready for bed when a soft tap came on the door. There was the urge to jump into bed and hide, but her younger self wouldn’t allow it. Something was about to happen, but her mind refused to grasp what it was. Some memory was coming to light that didn’t want to be found in much the same way as the day she was almost raped.

Donna was alone with her mother in the house, but couldn’t recall why they were alone. The door opened and her mother entered wearing a thin, blue robe covering her body, but she could see everything beneath the fabric from hard nipples to trimmed bush. Soft scents of honey and roses entered with a pleasant smell as her mother smiled down at her.

Donna wanted to scream out to tell her to leave, but her younger self only looked up at her mother and spoke with a voice that was filled with comfort of being in front of her, since she had seen her mother wearing similar clothes for years. “Do you need something, mommy?”

Her mother smiled down with a deceptive smile of warmth, but there was nothing warm about it. “I need your help, Donna.”

She screamed from within her mind at her mother to make her leave, but the words showed no fear. “With what, mommy?”

Her mother gave a false frown. “It’s hard to say, Donna. Better just to show you.”

Donna felt her head nod as the voice of her younger self answered with confidence, but screamed out from within her mind to no avail. “Alright, mommy.”

The corners of her mother’s lips turned up for just a moment, before fading back to where they were. “Go wait for me in the bathroom, Donna.”

It was an odd request as she looked up at her mother’s brown eyes peeking out from beneath her black bangs and tried to tell her no, but there was no defiance in her words. “The bathroom, mommy?”

Her finger pressed the strands above her eyes as she nodded. “Yes, Donna. That’s where I need your help.”

There was no concern in her younger self no matter how she tried to warn her. “Alright, mommy. I’ll go.”

Her mother’s voice was calm as her lips turned up a little. “I’ll be right there, Donna.”

Donna’s younger feet carried her past her mother and into the hall without pausing a single step. She tried to force her body to do something, anything, but was as responsive as when she’d almost been raped. There was nothing she could do to change what was about to happen and cursed her flawed memory for not revealing what was about to happen.

She entered the small bathroom and stood before the sink to wait, since the toilet wouldn’t give her mother enough room. Donna tried to recall something about what was about to happen, but it was those scents and nothing more. Her younger self looked at the doorway and saw her mother enter without the robe.