“Are you sure? I mean the way you…”

“I was probably being a little to dramatic, you know me.” Alice was trying her best to sound sure of herself. Hopefully she could get Tina to believe her. “Hey T-Cake, I’m gonna head to bed now. All this shit from today has kind of drained me. Call me if you need anything, okay?”

“K, night AL. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Tina still felt like shit. She could not believe her mother would endanger someone like this for her own selfish reasons. Her whole life her mother had put herself above anyone’s else’s feelings or well being including her children. But this was beyond despicable. She had purposely hurt someone who’d done absolutely nothing to her. Truth be told if her mother would’ve called and asked her she probably would’ve come willingly. But being who she is, simply asking and giving people a choice was out of the question.

“Christina come into my study.” Her mother beckoned her through her mind as usual.

“Perfect.” Tina said preparing herself for whatever this was.

　

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Bette was sweating buckets. Her body had already thrashed about and thrown the cover from her body twice over. Thankfully Alice had opened a window to allow the room to breathe. Bette’s mind was fighting to get back to it’s original place. Right now her eyes were open and she could see but there was nothing she could do to move her body. She was a helpless victim to her own mind’s hallucinations. In her room she was watching herself at the age of five hide in the corner of her bedroom trying to drown out the screams of her parents. She looked at her and she saw the sudden change in her face as the five year old caught her eye. She stood up and glared at Bette. Her eyes never left Bette’s as she took each step carefully. She stopped mid-way and tilted her head, “Why won’t you stop this?” she asked still looking at Bette. “You know it’s all your fault. They hate each other because of you. If you were different maybe they’d love each other and you.” the sweet innocent voice spoke like she was stating facts. She smiled as Bette couldn’t move a muscle. She’d felt the hot tear roll down her cheek and she couldn’t do anything to try and halt their progression. Her sweet and soft laugh only made it sting that much more for Bette.