Demons of the Past {Part 2}
Second part of this story, might have another part might not. :) Depends on how I feel about it. Really glad to get this off my chest. Warning, drama, mention of past rape and abuse. All the drama! :P
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Inside smelled no better than outside. Foxy could hear music coming from somewhere, the bass vibrating through the thin floorboards. Her nose twitched and she held back a sneeze at what she presumed was dinner cooking down the hall. The well groomed vixen took felt a rage grow inside of her as she took in her surroundings. Crusty floors and filthy walls were just the beginning. She noticed a broken basket of laundry next to a beaten down couch and knew it had probably been there for days. The younger fox looked to her mother. Pathetic didn't begin to describe her in this state. Well, lets get this over with.
"Darling! I'm so happy to see you, it's been years! How have you been?" Her mother's smile seemed forced, not reaching her eyes in the slightest.
"I've been great actually." Foxy swallowed her nerves and stood tall, thankful for her posture training. She felt empowered in front of this woman. For the first time in her life Foxy knew her mother could not hurt her. "I came to talk about the past Mother. I want to put some things to rest."
"Oh? Why do we need to talk about that? You are here now, you've come back to me like I always knew you would. You missed me didn't you? No one could take care of you like I can. Here, sit, let me get you something to eat." The frail fox motioned towards the couch instinctively as she turned to the kitchen.
"No Mother, I'm not here for food. I'm here to ask you a few things and speak my mind about my past. I have been running from this for years and I need to get it out." Her tail swished, worried that it would be a fruitless venture to try and talk to her mother. Her mother's bright blue eyes, something she didn't inherit, were suddenly alive with emotion.
"I don't want to talk about the past. I just want this to be a happy reunion." Raspy voice thick with loathing she turned her face away; an unspoken threat hanging on the air.
"You tortured me. You kept me prisoner, you blamed me for everything. You forced me to feel as if I was less of a being than you. When your husband's family raped me you blamed me for what happened. When I left, you told me that no one would love me. You were the only constant in my life, yet you made me want nothing to do with you." Hurtful words spilled out in a rush, Foxy on the edge of composure.
"You will not speak to your mother that way!" Her mother screamed at the top of her lungs, covering her ears with her paws and shaking her head. "I am your mother! You will show me respect!"
"You were never my mother! You barely birthed me! You said horrible things to me when I needed you the most. I was a suicidal teen failing my courses and you told me that you would teach me to be a prostitute so I would be worth a damn! You forced me to sleep on a crib mattress while you and your lover took my room. You blamed me for being raped!" She snarled and spit the words at a woman that dared to call herself a mother. Her breath ragged and hitching in a panic as she continued over the scream of so called disrespect.
"After all of that, after everything you did to me, everything you put me through. I still called you my mother. I still wanted you in my life. What did you do? You disowned me. Calling me a whore among other nasty names when I decided that I was better off living with friends. You did everything in your power to break me, to somehow have me crawling back to you, but I was strong. I didn't cave to you."
Her mother shed tear after tear, forced to finally see the pain she had caused. Forced to realize that she was receiving every bit of karma the world could give her. The mangy older fox fell to her knees on the hard foul floor; chest heaving with emotion.
"I came here today mother, to give you one last chance. I will leave and never look back no matter what you decide to do. No matter what happens, I will be able to sleep at night after this visit. I am giving you the chance to do the same."
"You're my baby girl, you always will be." Her words were broken with sobs, her eyes hazy with delusion. "You know I'm sick baby, you know I can't help myself. Remember what I went through when I was younger?"
"That's no excuse mother. If anything you should have realized that you needed help and gotten it. Instead, you forced yourself to put it in the back of your mind and fucked with a young girl's heart and mind. You created a torn and broken soul because you couldn't handle your own. You pulled my innocent unbroken soul down to your level so you wouldn't be lonely." Foxy felt a tear slid down her cheek as she witnessed her mother turn to a pile of quivering emotion. Part of her felt sorry for the woman, but she knew this had been coming for years. You can only run from the past for so long. Only shelves your demons until they grow so much. Her mother had been shelving her demons and running for over twenty years.
Her mother's breath caught, her eyes unfocused and filling with tears. "My beautiful girl, let mommy hold you. I want you to feel safe."
"You've never made me feel safe." Foxy's black tipped ears fell flat against her head as she turned to leave.
"Fine! Go back to being a whore! They only want you for sex, and you know it. When you're all used up they will toss you out like the trash you are!"
She didn't even turn to look, knowing that woman was no longer worth any amount of her time. The walk back to the car was heartbreaking; hearing the sobbing screams of a broken woman only solidifying the vixen's decision to never look back again.