Heyyy.

It's late, I know and It's been five days...wow (1:29 am)

welp, here you guys go.

"Stop. Please. Just turn yourself in." I said quietly.

I felt my mother's heart, evil, anger, and pain. I don't know what her pain is, but this is her chance to undo it herself.

She smiled, scoffing. "It pains my heart that both of my daughters, as useless as they are, hate me as well, but what can I say? There's always the next generation to corrupt."

She sat back in the pentagram.

...now, darling.

"Virtus cum impiis delebitur. Mendacium revelabitur. Dono Dei mali expelluntur. Semitas justitiæ custodit, et viam fidelitatis custodit!"

The pentagram shrieked, the glow dying down and my mother's eyes returning to her brown-colored eyes.

"What did you do? How did you do that?!" She shrieked, rapidly crawling toward me.

"Uh, Virtus cum impiis delebitur. Mendacium revelabitur. Dono Dei mali expelluntur. Semitas justitiæ custodit, et viam fidelitatis custodit! Stay away from me!"

The pentagram withered, black dust brushed off my mother, leaving her human-looking body.

Old and quite withered.

The black tar creatures melted into the ground, and mother stayed stagnant.

...you've done well, darling.

My chest rose and fell, my breathing heavy. "Thank you," I started sobbing, thinking of how crazy I might have looked to be talking to the air about what happened to Zane and Nola.

"Maggie?" I patted her face. "Wake up."

My mother groaned, getting up and looking behind her. "No! No! You idiot! What have you done!"

I looked at my wedding ring. Please be a smart, rich man, Zane. If you're alive, please tell me you put a tracker in my ring.

I've never actually been anywhere without Zane. After I got pregnant, Zane made me take online classes so he could touch my swelling belly whenever he wanted. It was such a dumbass reason, I obviously protested, but he convinced me by getting me some spicy ramen noodles, letting me on my phone during one am, and blowing my back out.

Uncalled for but hey...what can I say?

She grabbed a wooden stick. "How dare you?" She cried. "My own daughter. So useless and stupid. I should have left you in that attic longer."

"Leave me alone." I got up, groaning, when my knees cracked and my back ached. I picked up Maggie's upper body and dragged her with me trying to run.

Then I realized how fucking dumb I was being. I dropped Maggie's unconscious body and grabbed a stick off my own. We can play swords if she wants.

Mom laughed sinisterly, unexpectedly smashing the stick against my knee, causing me to bend and scream in pain, to which she hit me again on my back.

She's obviously done this before. I stumbled back, holding up my stick in front of my stomach so she wouldn't hit my babies.

Tears streamed down my face in pain. My fucking back, bro, my fucking mother, she was so scary.

Yes, I'm eighteen, and yes, I'm afraid of my mother. She was literally here putting spells on my future child.

"Why are you crying, dear child?"

"Don't call me that!" I raced to hit the stick on her head, but she dodged me. I turned around swiftly so bitch wouldn't smack my back again.

I turned around with such force that I hit her coming toward me. She scoffed, spitting a tooth out. "You know, you're making me angrier and angrier," she chuckled. "What did you do to my power!" She shrieked out of nowhere. She ran toward me, and I held my stick tightly, readying my stick.

She raised her, and I raised mine, but another stick hit thwarted her to the side.

Maggie.

Maggie had suddenly woken up from her beauty sleep and slammed another wooden stick into my mother's head.

"Fuck," she heaved.

I put my hand against the wall, catching my breath. "Morning, sleepyhead," I said sarcastically.

"Your demonic mother threw me into the future with just the word 'no.'" Maggie ranted. "When I go home, that Bible is coming out from under my bed and into my daily life. I will not be playing no more. The devil is fucking real."

"Don't gotta tell me twice," I exhaled. "Let's get the fuck out of here."

"Ye, get off!" Maggie squealed, swinging her leg.

My mother clutched her leg. "Fucking die, damn." I groaned, grabbing a stick. When I turned around, there was a gunshot.

I glared. "Better late than never!" I shouted over my mother's screams. Her hand was nothing more than bone now.

Zane rushed over to me. He was covered in black muck, and so was Nola. "We're getting the fuck out of here. I'm not dealing with this demonic bullshit."

"What about her?" I asked.

"Don't worry," Nola snapped. "The police are here. We need to go."

"All this for one simple answer. We're not doing this again."

"Why are you guys acting as if I had so much fun doing this?" I fumed.

"Enough," Zane cut it off right there. He wasn't having it. "We're leaving."

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"I don't know how, but she came in like a spirit form. With her monsters and trapped us in this...place. It for sure wasn't earth." Nola explained to us. "The place was dirty and filled with black shit."

"We can't tell anyone about this," Zane warned.

"Who the fuck is gonna believe us, dumb ass?" Maggie exclaimed. "No one wanna be put in the psych ward for spewing out nonsense."

I nodded. "This is all a fantasy. That's all it is."

"We had a conjoined dream."

Nola shook her head. "Crazy ass dream."

Zane rolled his eyes. "That's so dumb."

"You think someone will make a documentary on Vanessa?" I asked.

"I don't know," said Zane. "We'd just have to wait and see."

"I would watch it," Nola said.

Maggie snorted. "You'd probably be in it, punk."

"Ok...stop with the punk. It's getting out of hand."

"I would agree, but then she'd be arguing with me the entire ride," Zane muttered.

"Better keep it quiet over there. I don't spare bums."

I giggled as Zane rolled his eyes.

"I love you, Zane," I whispered.

He chuckled, kissing my forehead. "I love you more, A'raya." He mocked.

I rolled my eyes. "Guess what?"

"What?"

"We're having a girl and a boy." I smiled.

I remember.

The flash memories. I exhaled, watching Zane smile. I put the bad thoughts aside.

We were done. I was happy. "I'm glad." He whispered back, his forehead against mine.

So am I, Zane, so am I.

Goodnight/day

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