Haunted By Her Control

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Chapter 4 – Unknown

I take my time to relax and shower. Washing away my growing anger. I don’t know who I am angry at yet. Maybe it’s myself.

Once I’m dressed, I make my bed before finally leaving my room. I see Stacia outside on the phone most likely to her boyfriend. I use the time to change Roxy water

“Hey, look I am sorry this is all resurfacing after all this time,” Stacia says once she re-enters.

“It’s fine, if we are going to rekindle our friendship. All need to be put on the table.”

“Agreed, do you want to head into town or stop at the lake that’s on the way?” I question.

“I wouldn’t mind the lake, we could walk around it” she offers.

“Sweet, do you mind if Roxy comes?” I ask.

“Nothing against her joining us. Just let me through on some runners and Ill be ready,” she informs me.

“Awesome” I say before checking all the windows and door are locked.

As Stacia walks into the room I say, “I’ll meet you outside, I just need to put the alarm on and lock up”

“No problem,” she says.

As I head to meet Stacia at my car, Roxy follows along quite happily.

“How long is the drive?” Stacia asks as we getting into my ute.

“20min, I don’t really live close to anything,” I explain.

“Yeah, I noticed that on the drive up,” she laughs out.

“Hope this isn’t crossing the line but um do you still look over your shoulder?”

“All the bloody time! Why do you think I live so far away from civilisation? Roxy comes with me almost everywhere. My Mother, which she doesn’t deserve to be called, is still on the run most likely half a cross the world. Although my memories remind me every second of what they did to me. She always would say that I would never escape her even when I was old enough to leave. She would always be there to remind me of my place. So yes, I still look over my shoulder. In saying that I won’t let the fear rule my life, I am just more aware of my surroundings.” I blurt out.

“Do you think you mother will ever come back here?”

“I don’t know, I wish I could give you a straight answer but I never got to know my parents on a emotional or parental level. I never knew what I was going to walk into. She is a mystery to me and I hope she stays that way.”

“Don’t you want her put in jail where she belongs?”

“Of course, I do but at the same time, that means a trial and telling the world every single detail of what happened and I don’t think I will ever be ready for that.” I whisper.

“When she is caught-“

“IF” I clarify

“If she is caught do you think she will plead guilty like him?”

“No, He was controlled by her, without her he crumbled.”

“Did you ever visit him before he was killed?”

“No, he didn’t deserve to see or talk to me. I felt relief when I found out someone had killed him. Maybe that make me a heartless person or no better than my parents. I just don’t care anymore what other people think of me.”

“I don’t think anyone has the right to judge how you feel towards those people”

“Everyone always has an opinion about everything. I much prefer remaining unknown to people. It is a lot easier that way.”

“Everyone will know who you are when you take back your parents company wont, they?” she questions.

“The plan is to be as quick and precise as possible. Once I settled affairs, I can sell it and give the money to charity and finally be done with them.” I explain.

“Do you really think it will be that easy?” she questions.

“I don’t know, but I will do what needs to be done. My energy is better spent on my start-up company,”

“Wait, you have a start-up?” She questions with shock.

“What do you think I do all day?” I joke back.

“Hiding from the world”

“I did at first but then I realised it was feeding my depression.”

“You should be a writer; you seem to love saying less and more at the same time these days”

“Really funny,” I laugh out, to which she joins in laugh as well.

“You never know,”

“My skills lay in business and sports,” I explain.

“Hmm, are we almost there?” she questions with impatience’s

“Almost there, its around the corner,” I smirk out.

“You always used to say that, when we weren’t even close,” Stacia growls out.

“False hope, is still a form of hope,” I joke.

“There you go, speaking like a writer or something again.”

“Hey come on now, it’s too easy to mess with you. I just did that one to get a reaction out of you.”  

“Hey,” she protests, “It’s good to see you smile and joke again. I didn’t realise how much I missed it until now,” Stacia admits.

“It is good to be able to relax and laugh. I admit it has been too long since I let myself do that,” I say as we pull off the road.

“Does this mean we are here?” She asks.

“Almost,” I reply. I follow the dirt track down to the water. The lake is currently sitting at seventy percent compacity which means it another 300 meters to the water line from where the road ends.

“You know how to draw out suspense as well, I keep tellin ya, your destined to be a writer.”

“Not!” I jokingly yell back. I shake my head as I park the car.

“I am not going to give up trying to convince you.” she says while unbuckling.

“Good luck,” I say before climbing out.

I open the back seat door, for Roxy to jump out as Stacia closes her door.

“Lucky it the middle of the week otherwise this place would be full of people and their boats and jet skis,” I explain as we start walking.

“Do you go out on the water often?” she questions.

“I try to, I’ve made some friends who I go out on the water with every now and then” I explain.

“That’s good to hear, what do you normally go out on?”

“We all have jets skis and I also found my grandads boat at one of my parents many properties and restored it.” I explain.

“I didn’t know you knew how to do that.”

“I had help from my new friends.”

“Oh okay,” she says before looking down. I might have just hurt her feelings. I feel bad, and not at the same time. I need to know the rest of the story.

“Okay, time to finish this,” I say before letting my self travel back, to the next time I woke up in the hospital….

As I feel myself coming out of my slumber and my sense of pain returning. I think about pushing my pain medication but I stop myself. Call me stubborn but I want to be clear minded at the moment.

I look around and still see both my friends and Mistress. My friends are sound as sleep on each other.

“How long was I asleep for?” I question.

“Just a day, you needed the sleep.” Mistress explains.

“hmm, do you mind if I talk to my friends in private before I talk to you?” I ask her as my two friends are still fast asleep.

“I would prefer that you told them to leave but I will respect your wishes and go for a coffee, but I will not wait any longer than that,” she explains before kissing my forehead and leaving the room.

“Stacia, Max, wake up!” I try and yell.

I guess they heard me because they slowly come out of their slumbers.

I lay back down, gritting my teeth as I do, due to pain coursing through my body.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Max asks while rushes to my side.

“Been better,” I try and joke.

“Amelia, I can see the pain in your face. Have you pressed the button for more medication?”

“No, I need to think straight, I will take some pain medication later,” I explain.

“I don’t think you should be doing that Amelia,” Stacia says while stretching.

“I get it but I want some clarity first,” I mumble.

“Wait were is your body guard?”

“She went to get a coffee, I wanted to talk to you guys without her here.”

“Right because she would ever let that happen,” Max mutters.

“Well, she did, but you are wasting time. instead of focusing on her could we maybe talk?” I question.

“Yes Amelia, I am sorry,” Max says.

“Firstly, I want to say thank you both for everything you have done for me over the years. I am sorry that I haven’t been a good friend lately. I honestly don’t know what the future holds, all I know is I need to focus all my energy on my recovery. I don’t want to be a burden for the both of you.”

“We don’t blame you, and we will always stand by your side no matter what. We love you Amelia and will always,” Stacia says.

“I know I have been angry with you. I’ve only been angry with you because I have been worried about your safety. I have also been mad at myself for not being able to do anything to help you. But like Stacia said we love you and will always.” Max says while reaching over and taking a hold of my hand.

“I am so sorry,” I cry out. The pain in my body is now increase beyond what I can cope with but I still don’t press the pain button.

“Don’t be, please don’t blame yourself. None of this is your fault and it never will be,” Stacia says while grabbing my other hand.

We sit there for a few minutes enjoying each other’s company before Mistress walks back in. They both tense up at her arrival.

One look at me and mistress is rushing to my side, pushing Max at of the way.

“Why are you in pain baby. Have you not pressed the medication button? The doctor told you that if you experience any pain to press the button.” She growls before looking for the button thing. Which I am clutching.

“You aren’t helping yourself heal by pushing it. Now its time to behave like the good little girl that you are. Press the button or give me it,” she whispers.

I whimper before handing it over. When she presses the button, the machine makes a noise as it releases the medication into the tub that is connect to my hand.

“Why didn’t you two get her to use the pain medication?” she asks while turning to face them.

“We tried but when she doesn’t want to do something we don’t go around forcing her to then do it.” Max growls at her.

“Hmm” she hums, not fighting back but the machine does make the sound again.

Great more pain medication, I mentally sigh to myself. I feel myself slipping back into slumber. All the activity has tired me once again. My energy level does seem to stay high very long lately.

Once again, I am asleep and then I’m looking at the lake.

“And that was the last time, I saw you guys. I thought I cleared the slate. But I assumed that you guys just said that because I was in hospital and you didn’t want to look like the bad guys? So, what happen after I fell asleep? Did Luna Armstrong dig her claws in enough to drive you two away or something?” I ask with frustration.