(So I decided to post the next section of what happens in Catherine’s Story, as I have almost eighty page of her tale written. However I am not going post the finished story on my blog as some day I hope to publish all my work as an author. But I hope you enjoy the next 500 words).
‘Catherine you are so beautiful’, she said softly to me while she gestured me to follow her into the house. ‘I was so… Surprised when you rang me earlier’, she continued.
By _Nezemnaya_
My brain wasn’t quite working fast enough, I was still trying to work out what I was missing something just didn’t add up here.
‘What? You knew it was me, how?’, I found at the back of her head confused, while I wished my curls would fall the way hers did.
‘Sweetheart, you’re my daughter of course the news you’ she said admiringly.
‘But you don’t know me, I did say was me’ my voice sounded more like a question. I was trying to think of anything I said earlier that gave me away. I did this while I sussed out her house that seems rather cramped and cluttered. Lots of random objects lay scattered on the hall table though the types of things you’d find at car boat sales and strange Victorian shops hidden in remote cobbled streets and villages. The vintage table was pushed up against the wall in the far corner on the left-hand side. The floor curved right towards an open door were she was leading me, it opened out into an open plan kitchen and living area. Unwashed pots and pans covered most of the surfaces, the floor was mismatched ranging from tiles to carpet to bear patches of floor, as was the wallpaper with several floral patterns leading into plain and zigzag textures. There was a blender plugged into the socket next cooker which is filled seeds and yoghurt, ice cream and honey, I didn’t dwell too much on the interesting and somewhat disgusting combination. The room arch round into an L shape so I couldn’t see into the living room, just the kitchen table. I would have gone round to explore my possible childhood play area. But my mum (something I’d have to get used to saying) had other ideas.
‘I knew would come’, she almost sobbed as she looked down at her age hands nervously. I just wanted to hug her and tell her I okay now, that I understand. But I didn’t, not really. ‘I knew you would find a way home somehow’, she looked up into my eyes ‘if you are anything like your father, I knew was escaped them’, and that’s when I saw it. That’s why I felt uneasy as soon as I entered. It was her, from the first moment he met at the door she never spoke and never smiled in front of me because otherwise I would see her Fangs. That’s what I missed earlier the look I couldn’t quite identify in her eyes, it was betrayal.
‘Oh Lord, what happened? Who did this to you mum?’, I wanted to cry someone turned my mum into the very thing that terrifies me, my fingers began to curl into my palms.
‘It’s okay Catherine, everything is okay now’, she genuinely sounded honest, loving, motherly making me unable to move, I just couldn’t leave her. I came here in hope to find out what was robbed from me, my family. But this was somewhat unexpected, and I never could have imagined this.
‘Me and your father were delighted when you called, we have missed you so much and now we can be a family again’, she looked slyly up at me, my feet still lacked any movement despite what I now knew was in this house. Not just my mother but my father to.
‘Come meet your family Sweetheart’, my body shook with fear. Shit.
