She Locked Me In Basements And Called It Love Called It Training Chapter 02

She Locked Me In Basements And Called It Love Called It Training Chapter 02

The very next day, she dragged me out to the middle of a busy avenue as cars roared past us.

I turned pale, my entire body shaking with fear.

“I saw you close your eyes during that car crash the other day,” she said. “Were you scared?”

I opened my mouth, but the words caught in my throat.

Mom suddenly released my grip and turned on her heel. “Walk home by yourself. And don’t use the crosswalks. As long as you keep your eyes open, no car is going to hit you.”

But she didn’t know that just five minutes after she abandoned me, a car slammed into me.

Before everything went black, I only caught a glimpse of panicked bystanders lifting my body.

I was rushed to the hospital ER, and Mom arrived shortly after. But the first thing out of her mouth when she saw me on the gurney was an accusation.

“Oh, playing the victim now, are we? You think you’re safe just because you’re in a hospital?”

Without warning, she ripped me out of the hospital bed, ignoring my frantic cries, and dragged me down to the hospital morgue, locking me inside alone.

The morgue was even darker than the cellar, reeking of chemicals and formaldehyde.

I knew there would be no kitten to save me this time.

I resorted to biting my own arm, using the physical agony to drown out the suffocating terror, until my skin was a bloody mess and my consciousness began to slip away.

I truly believed I was going to die in that room. But unfortunately, I didn’t.

Dad saved me.

By the time he burst through the doors of the morgue, I was on the verge of hypovolemic shock.

Later, I heard him screaming at Mom through the thin walls.

“Audrey was born fearless! She climbs because she actually loves it! Why are you forcing Lily into these terrifying situations when she’s naturally timid? And using such dangerous methods!”

Mom’s voice remained entirely cold. “We’re divorced. How I raise my daughter is none of your business. I’ll prove that Audrey choosing you was the biggest mistake of her life. Even if Lily is two years younger, my training will make her far more successful than your daughter will ever be.”

“You’re completely out of your mind!” Dad roared, slamming the door as he stormed out.

I lay motionless on the bed. After a few minutes, Mom walked back into the room, and I flinched automatically.

She stood over me, her icy gaze sweeping across my bruised and bitten skin. “So you’ve learned to self-harm? Meaning you aren’t afraid of bleeding, right?”

Before I could process her words, she returned holding the stray kitten and a small pocketknife.

“Do it. Prove it to me.”

I screamed, throwing the knife across the room and shaking my head violently. “Mom, please! I beg you, don’t make me do this!”

But it was pointless. Mom grabbed my wrist, retrieved the blade, and forced my hand down, plunging it straight into the kitten.

At the sight of the blood, I shrieked and blacked out completely.

I never saw the kitten again after that day. I never dared to ask about it either, terrified that the sheer horror in my eyes would only make her despise me more.

But today, the moment she pushed me off that bungee platform, I realized something. Over all these years, I actually had grown up.

Mom had abandoned me in so many terrifying places since then—broken elevators, deserted cemeteries, always completely alone.

And I had stopped telling her I was afraid.

So why did I still have to keep proving it to her?