Beautifully Scary

That was the last straw that it took for Bree to snap out of the trance she’d been in. With a burst of strength, she pushed Nary away from her and stepped back, putting some distance between them.

“No, Nary. We are nothing alike. Do not say those words again. I am not like you. I am my own person, get it?” She spat. “So stop those words. We are nothing alike.”

“Bree, you don’t know that. I do.”

“Leave.”

“My child, you can’t chase me away. You are yet to see how much I love you, how much I want us to be close to each other and tell stories together.”

“I told you, Nary. I can never be like you.” Bree said, her voice firm and resolute. She shook her head, folding her hands under her chest. “I can never be manipulating, evil, and controlling like you. I’ll never put my daughter through the trauma that you put me through. I love her to death but you, you are a selfish manipulative bitch who only cares about yourself.”

*pa*

A sound slap resounded in the room and Bree’s head snapped to the