But, I've thought this one over and over for some time, so I thought I'd see where it went. I have a strong feeling about this one, so I don't think I'll be quitting on this. INCEST WARNING!!! But not disgusting and not well.... what you may think. 
Enjoy.
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-Prologue-
With a gentle hand, she strokes my curls, murmuring sweet nothings softly from behind me. Her other hand brushes the back of my neck, making the hairs stand on end. I sit perched on a stool, gazing in the mirror of my vanity. The lacing at the top of my gown hangs undone over my bosom, revealing the contrast of dark bruises against my pale freckled skin.
My fiery ringlets twist over my shoulders and down my back and chest. The bony fingers of the woman behind me continue combing through and through, lightly brushing against my scalp every once and a while. My high cheekbones in my slender face share a matching tone of a soft rosy red, but the only thing wrong with this picture are the tear trails that trickle down my face, the water that leaks from my eyes and drip from my chin. My once vibrant green eyes glisten, looking to be glass in my sockets.
The woman behind me takes a slender finger and gently brushes it across my cheek. She wipes the tears away, caressing my face with a loving hand. She bends down close to my ear and whispers soothingly, her also bright red hair falling against my bare arm, “Why so sad, my dear?”
I remain motionless as I continue to gaze into the mirror. Another tear trickles down my cheek, and she is there a second later to wipe it away, “Now now, none of that, sweetheart. Talk to me; talk to mama.”
“I can’t,” my voice cracks as I begin to tremble. Still, she runs her hand through my hair, “I have nothing to say. Nothing to you, at least.”
She stops finger combing and chuckles quietly. A second later, her lips are planted against the side of my neck in a kiss; I shiver and she detaches, “Now, Vyla, do cheer up. You have no reason to frown; you have practically everything at your fingertips. Money, beauty, a home, horses, friends-” She stops short and kisses the side of my neck once more, “-my undying love and affection.”
I jerk away and glare up at her, my eyes red and puffy, “And that is exactly what I don’t want, but as you said, there is nothing I can do about it.” I glare harder and lower my voice to a harsh whisper, “You are my mother, for God’s sake. How can you be so sick and twisted?”
She trails one of her nails over my lower lip, her eyes seeming to darken every second we spend together, “I don’t see how a mother’s love could ever be classified as being ‘sick and twisted’, love.”
I bat her hand away furiously and turn my head away to gaze out the window, more tears wetting against my cheek, “You are disgusting. Not only am I only in my sixteenth year and you in your thirtieth, you don’t see how wrong it is for you to spend nights with me when the rest of the family is not home. I hate you.”
In a flash, her hand lashes out and she grabs hold of my jaw, roughly yanking my head around so that I can face her. The dark desire I once saw in her eyes has now died away, suddenly replaced with a heathen like fire, “You listen and you listen well, Vyla, I’ve told you before-“
Before I know what I’m doing, my hand is airborne and it slams against my mother’s face in a loud slap. Her head snaps to the left, away from me. A decade seems to go by in our silence, but she still does not turn back around. Instead, I am gazing at the back of her head as I feel the heat of my temper abate. I honestly don’t know why I slapped her just then, but I do know it was well worth it.
Without a word, I spring up from my seat and swing my door open so that is bangs into the wall. Blinded by the haze of tears in my eyes, I run down the stairs and out the front door into the dark rainy night. The light weight curls in my hair fall heavily into straight tendrils against the valley of my back as I race to the corridor and disappear into the fog of the night, sobbing all the while.
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