Lex
She / Her
28
January 2
Goldenrod City
Bi
Thief
Ex-Rocket Beast
Going to hell cause it feels like heaven.
WRAITH [c|s]
POSTED ON May 2, 2021 19:14:01 GMT
TW: Abuse, sexual assault, murder, kidnapping
”Fine,” it was a curt response. No one enjoyed diving into their own trauma to relive it. Perhaps there would be something cathartic about it, about saying it out loud.
There was a moment of silence while she collected her thoughts, “Well, I guess it all started when I was young. You know, my dad left and all. Out of the blue, just disappeared. I didn’t think too much of it at the time, I was only about 9 or 10. It didn’t seem like anything was wrong. Hell, I don’t even think my mom knew anything was wrong. It was a surprise to both of us.
With my dad gone, my mom had to work. So, she worked. A lot. I just knew she worked at the casino, I didn’t know what she did. I never got to ask. The only thing she did was work a ridiculous number of hours and sleep in her room. I pretty much raised myself from that point on. I always thought it was something I did. You know how ya think when you’re a kid. I couldn’t figure out what I did to make my dad leave and my mom ignore me. Looking back on it now, I had mistaken her exhaustion and negligence for hate,” There was a small sigh, an obvious amount of regret there.
“Of course, I would have never met you if I had realized what was going on,” Lips pulled into a small smile, that was certainly one thing she didn’t regret, “Anyway, flash forward to a over a year ago . . .” she cleared her throat, choking back that hesitation in her voice, the shakiness that poked through as she dove into the depths of her story, “These guys showed up at the door one day. I recognized them as some of Kaito’s goons. Apparently, mom hadn’t shown up to work. I didn’t know why they cared, though. We uh – found her in the bedroom uh –“ the knot in the throat tightened its grip, the threat of tears at the edge of her eyes, “Just lying there, covered in her own shit and piss and vomit. She was uh –“ Lex shook her head, the tears started coming, “She was so . . . frail. Nothing but skin and bones. I didn’t recognize her, but I could see she was suffering. That’s when I realized my negligence. I just . . . let her get this way,” her shoulders shrugged, arms wrapping around herself.
“They wouldn’t help me they just . . . stood there. 15 minutes later is when Kaito showed up with a doctor and a nurse. They helped me. We cleaned her up and the doctor did her thing. By the end my mom was up and talking to me again. I was thrilled. Kaito said they’d come back tomorrow to check on us. I was . . . grateful. She stopped me from calling you to tell me her story once they left.
She spilled it all while she could. My dad owed Kaito money – lots of money. He couldn’t pay time and time again. Kaito threatened him with us, but the addiction was too powerful, and he thought our lives were more valuable to him than my father’s. So eventually, Kaito snuffed him out and focused us. He forced my mom to work for him to pay back my father’s debt. He held my life over her head to keep her cooperative. She did a lot of questionable shit, including prostitution, work as a drug mule, bad shit. He literally worked her to death. And now that my mom couldn’t work, he’d turn to me. A vicious cycle. He’d hold her life and your life over my head as insurance. She told me to run, but I couldn’t let her suffer. If she was dying, I wanted her to be comfortable. It was the least I owed her after ignoring her for so long. So, she convinced me I needed to limit the ways he could control me,” she shook her head, motioning towards Killian, “That’s when I left you,”
“As suspected, the bastard held my mother’s life and well-being over my head. He wasn’t shy about it either. So, I worked for him. Started out as pretty innocent work around the casino, typical hot girl shit like cocktail waitress and bottle service bullshit. Disgustingly long hours, though. It didn’t last long, apparently my reputation proceeded me. I didn’t want to be a thief again, I just wanted to take care of my mom. I refused, at first. He withheld her healthcare. She suffered. I then accepted.
He’s a manipulative bastard. For a minute there I actually enjoyed working for him once I became his personal little thief. He’s got this disgusting silver tongue. I got used to being manipulated like his own little puppet. He got . . . too comfortable with our relationship once it was clear I wasn’t with you anymore,” there was bitter growl in her voice as she tried to hold the memories back, “But I couldn’t say no. He made me do some . . . terrible things: Blackmailing innocent families like mine once was, planting incriminating evidence on innocent people, helping his goons break into places only for them to beat someone silly or once it was even to death. Hell, I even had to kidnap a child . . . An innocent child,” That’s what really broke her, she still didn’t know what happened to the girl.
“Mom died shortly after that. She was all he had to control me. I’m ashamed to say her death was a relief. It severed the strings, and I became defiant. He could tell his grip was slipping. I had nothing to lose anymore. Him and his goons roughed me up a few times, but that didn’t work. I acquired his books, the ones that defined my father’s debt. He owed quite a bit, but . . .” at this point she laughed, a bit hysterical but this part was the real kicker, “My mother should have been done working for that bastard years before she died. Years. And I should have never had to become his fucking slave. It was all a lie – some sick, twisted power move.”
This is where the anger set in, the root of her irrational and insatiable need for revenge, “That misogynistic, sadistic fucker just enjoyed watching us squirm under his thumb. He killed my dad, he killed my mom, I didn’t want to stick around for me to be next – or let him get away with it. And that’s when I did what I did. My only regret is not doing it right.
I’m scared because I don’t want to die. He keeps winning so it seems . . . inevitable at this point. Right before you found me, I was starting to accept my fate. Constantly running wasn’t really . . . living. It felt like I had nothing to live for and the thought of going back to end this ridiculous cat and mouse game crossed my mind more than once,” her hand reached out to take his as she stepped closer. Lex drew it up to her cheek, pressing gently into the palm of it, “But now I have something to lose and something to live for. Which also means I have something he can threaten. That scares me the most,” she closed her eyes, letting the warmth of his palm seep into her cheek. There was some comfort in sharing her story. In all honesty, she felt a little lighter. It still didn’t numb the pain, but having Killian here with her did bring some comfort.
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