Icy stood motionlessly beneath the flickering streetlight, lips pressed tightly together.
"You couldn't save me.You didn't even look back." The woman remarked.
"I did. I went back the Далее день to find you. But Ты were gone. Ты abandoned me." Icy yelled.
"And you're going to do the same thing with...what's her name? Linda...Lucy? Right, Lucille." The woman stated very flatly.
"No." Icy replied simply.
"Yes. Ты will. I abandoned you, surely Ты will abandon her. Like mother like daughter." The woman mocked as she stepped out of the light.
Icy found herself kicking the lamppost. She then proceeded to walk across the street. It was dark, darker than she would have liked. The only Источник of light there really was, was now on the other side of the road. No matter, Icy had to get back to her child.
She would prove her mother wrong.
A hand found its way to Icy's shoulder. She spun around to stare the man или woman in the eye. He was so much a man as he was a demon; blonde hair, matted and messy clung to his bloodstained and gaunt face. He pulled her into the alley and it began again. Her mother standing by...watching.
"You won't make it back." Her mother сказал(-а) simply. "One way или another, you'll abandon her."
The dream faded so rapidly Icy could swear she felt the slap of reality. This was the third time she'd had this dream since bringing Lucile home. And deep down she wondered if it was all foreshadowing something to come.
She ran a hand through her hair and walked over to the baby's crib. All seemed well with the sleeping infant. Icy thought about lifting her from the crib, but decided to leave the child to her sleep. Besides, waking Stormy up was a lot funner anyhow. или perhaps testing Duman's reaction to being woken up at an ungodly час would be interesting.
Icy blasted a big pile of snow onto the sleeping man's body and waited.
After a минута или two the wizard bolted up right. "Holy shit!" He hollered. "The hell is this!?"
"Morning." Icy remarked.
"Morning? It's still dark out!" Duman hollered.
"It's dark at three in the morning." Icy shrugged.
Duman grumbled and looked at the clock. "Damn it woman, do Ты always awake at the very buttcrack of dawn!?"
"Only since I met you." Icy answered. It wasn't untrue. She couldn't deny that she'd been riddled with nightmares since the night of her rape.
"I'm flattered." Duman muttered.
"Are you?" Icy asked.
"What are Ты even...why did Ты wake me of all people up?" Duman asked a Вопрос of his own.
"Baby actually sleeps through the night, unlike her mom. Darcy can sleep through the bombing of Magix City. And Stormy gets boring after a while." And I kind of wanted to talk to Ты anyhow. Icy answered, leaving that last thought out.
"Lovely. Why are Ты awake at this час anyways?" Duman continued his questionnaire.
"Couldn't sleep I suppose." Icy answered.
"Yes, clearly. Why couldn't Ты sleep though?" Duman pushed.
Icy considered the question, trying to find the right way to answer. "You ever have a moment in your life Ты just keep coming back to? A person who won't leave Ты alone even when Ты know they're gone?"
"Is this about..."
"No." Icy cut in abruptly. "Not entirely. I mean I suppose that's part of it. But then. But then there's my mother..." she trailed off.
"What about your mom?" Duman asked
"A while back I lived on the streets with my mother. I kind of took care of us both. или I tried to and then she spend the money I earned on alcohol and drugs. I...left her for a bit, came back and she was gone." Icy replied.
"Sounds like my dad." Duman shrugged. "He was kind of an asshole; spent his time gambling and beating my mom."
"What happened to him?" Icy asked.
"Cheated a man out of a million dollars. The man found him and killed him for it." Duman replied. "I'm still trying to decide if that was the best или worst thing that could have happened to me."
Icy couldn't help but to laugh. There was no doubt that she felt the same about her mother. "Perhaps we should all just go to group therapy или something. You, Darcy, Stormy, and I. They had pretty crappy parents too."
"What were their parents like?" Duman asked.
"That's for them to tell you, not me." Icy shrugged.
"So, uh, if Ты don't mind me asking; why exactly does she keep Ты up at night?"
"Dreams. She and your friends...ex-friends--whatever they are to you--like to Показать up a lot. In this one she watched the blonde one...rape me." Icy confessed. "And she probably really would too. If it actually happened again in front of her I mean."
"I'm sure that's not true, she's your mom." Duman assured.
"She'd have been too drunk to care." Icy protested.
"Well, at least one of us has a good mother." Duman shrugged.
"And who would that be?" Icy asked.
Duman looked Icy straight in the eyes "Lucille."
Christmas time is about spending time with your family and the ones you love most
