The Empty Wishing House: Book 1 by Larissa Vincente

Author:Larissa Vincente [Vincente, Larissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Larissa Vincente
Published: 2024-02-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

All of a sudden, I was in my parents’ house, in their kitchen with all the country duck plates and knick-knacks, and my mom and dad were sitting at the table. It was dinner time.

Whatever Ramone had done to me, I was watching myself in the past again, possessing a past version of myself with no power over whatever was about to happen, and I looked around.

There was a pan with a ketchup-caked meatloaf, my mom’s specialty, in the center of the table. They were laughing and talking, and I remembered this exact moment, and my heart felt like it had been shattered it.

I wanted to warn them, but no words came. I was laughing at what I was overhearing and had to just go along with it.

The voices sounded like they were underwater, muffled and hollow, and I looked towards the entryway knowing what was coming in a moment. The past Kiara only knew he was late for dinner and was annoyed at his rudeness and arrogance. No one told him what time to be somewhere. He had important things to do.

Like staring at himself in the mirror. Or the sudden need to shuffle papers around that he hadn’t touched in weeks. How dare she ask anything of him or where he went when he came home late, or who he was with, or what he was doing? None of her business.

Just stay home and be ready for his dick. That was it. That had been my existence.

The past me had anticipated a fight later that evening. He was late just so they could fight. Just so he could stress how important he was and not one to be questioned-- especially not by her. She wouldn’t say a word, but he’d bring it up-- and tell her she was mad at him. She wasn’t capable of her own feelings.

I did not want to go through this again and tried to close my eyes to will myself away, but they stayed stubbornly open. I struggled fruitlessly against whatever hold Ramone had put on me. What kind of monster would make me relive my trauma? Why would he put me through this?

I had shoved the pain down, buried it deep inside, and locked it in an iron box. This bastard had torn through the dirt I’d piled on top and was serving it up on a silver platter.

Through the eyes of my past self, I watched my mother cut into the meatloaf as he walked through the kitchen’s entryway. He ran one hand down the front of his shirt, smoothing away invisible wrinkles, holding a cellophane wrapped bouquet of red roses in the other. Such a showman.

Everything went black.

I was free-falling through space, thrown off of a cliff. Then I was in the middle of the living room, face down on the carpet. I lifted my head, my hands pressed down into the carpet’s beige fibers.

Turning over, I stretched out my arms to lift myself up and felt a sticky wetness.

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