“Well first we have to stop and get my husband.”

　

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Tina watched as her mother moved about their penthouse as though nothing had happened just a few weeks ago. She’d totally dismissed Tina’s need for answers on a need-to-know basis. So she had come to the conclusion that Tina didn’t need to know. Tina waited until her stepfather left along with usual entourage of flunkies and she made her move.

“Mother we need to talk.” she said approaching her mother as she sat down at their dining room table that over looked most of the city.

“No, we don’t Christina.” she said placing her glasses back on her face and going back to her newspaper.

“We need to talk about what happened to Bette. There’s something you’re not telling me, and I can feel it.” she felt the inflection in her voice before she could stop herself.

Angela crumpled her newspaper the second that tone left Tina’s mouth. She has absolutely zero tolerance for disrespect. The last person to use that tone with her had the unfortunate luck of having her flay their skin for days.

“Sit down Christina.” she said as a chair moved away from the table for Tina. She sat down and although she was almost scared to death at this moment she knew her mother would never do anything to harm her permanently. The moment she sat down the room dimmed and the walls become thick with a shroud of heavy, dark brick and her mother’s voice frightened her again, “If you insist on disrespecting me then you’ll just have to stay here until you learn some manners.” and with a loud thunderous clap her mother was gone and she was left in a pit that smelled strong of sulfur and the air tasted like salt. It was all very choking to her. Tina struggled to get loose of the chair, gasping for air she couldn’t move and her lungs now burned with the smell thick in her chest.

Left and right she moved and up and down her body was still stuck to this chair. Frustrated and infuriated she screamed, and she saw the walls bow and bend inward like jelly. She gathered up all her strength and screamed again, the sound echoing off the walls and piercing her eardrum. It burst and began to bleed, but the reverberation of the sound shook the walls and they burst away again. Bringing Tina back to her dining room, sitting in the same chair. She was still screaming as the veins in her body flexed and bulged, the thick glass of the windows burst with the piercing power of her voice.