Frost 60, 109 AoS
“You don’t get to say who I love and who I don’t!” Mannon screamed across the room, her face was red. Tears were streaming down her face.
“Calm yourself, child!” Her mother boomed back, eliciting a hiccuped sob from Mannon.
“I won’t!” The girl answered with a stubbornness of a teenager she was.
“You will, or…” The matriarch raised her hand again and Mannon cowered. She knew, she just showed weakness but the power of the matriarch over her children was too great to break, no matter the amount of swelled up courage in Mannon's chest.
And as she cringed, her eyes fell on Madelyn who was watching Mannon with a mixture of astonishment and disapproval. “It’s your fault,” Mannon growled at her sister.
“It’s your bloody fault…!” She managed to take only one step towards Madelyn before a hand grasped her by the arm and tossed her back. Then another slap landed on her face.
“You respect your elders, Mannon!” Her mother exclaimed. It was just as well that she pulled Mannon back and grounded her in the way she did because Mannon wasn’t sure what she would have done if she got to her sister. But she knew it wouldn't be pretty.
Having that plan ruined, she held her cheek instead. Without restraint she allowed the sobs to jerk at her torso whilst staring at Madelyn with such hate, it was as heated as passion.
“So let me repeat myself one last time, Mannon. And for your own good, you better hear me and remember,” her mother said in a cold voice that Mannon grew to despise at that moment. “You won’t see this Axel again. You won’t meet him, sleep with him, you won’t even think about him. Is that clear?”
Mannon didn’t respond. Her eyes were burying into her sister who could no longer hold her gaze and was staring at the floor. Mannon hoped it was in shame.
“Mannon?! Answer me!” Her mother commanded.
Mannon reluctantly tore her eyes away from Madelyn like a hungry predator that found alternative prey. Mannon's lips twisted. It wasn't a smile but a soul-deep expression of disdain she suddenly held for the people in the room.
Her mother remained stoic like a statue, an emotionless caricature of a woman. The girl chuckled at that thought.
A series of stern stomps across the floor brought her mother close to her again. Even before another blow could fall, Mannon raised her hand to shield herself. There it was again. Reflexes. She wanted to chop her arm off.
“I will,” Mannon barked out, stepping back.
“You will what,” her mother demanded. Mannon gritted her teeth.
The spoken word is what binds you. A promise can’t be broken lest it breaks you as a person, she remembered the words her mother drilled into her from a young age. Back when she was still acting as a mother and not a symbol of the house.
Mannon stepped back again, puffing out her chest, dropping her hands and lifting her chin. “I will do whatever the hell I want! You don’t own me! Boss her around like your puppet,” she pointed sharply at Madelyn, “but leave me alone! I don’t need you. Never did! Never will!”
And before her mother’s anger reached her, Mannon did something that none of her children had dared to do before. She ran away from punishment.
Her mother shouted her name as Mannon bolted through the door and into the corridor. She was running away from the life that suddenly suffocated her and towards a future that was promised to liberate her. Because she didn’t break any promises yet. There was no reason for others to break their promises to her, right?
“Calm yourself, child!” Her mother boomed back, eliciting a hiccuped sob from Mannon.
“I won’t!” The girl answered with a stubbornness of a teenager she was.
“You will, or…” The matriarch raised her hand again and Mannon cowered. She knew, she just showed weakness but the power of the matriarch over her children was too great to break, no matter the amount of swelled up courage in Mannon's chest.
And as she cringed, her eyes fell on Madelyn who was watching Mannon with a mixture of astonishment and disapproval. “It’s your fault,” Mannon growled at her sister.
“It’s your bloody fault…!” She managed to take only one step towards Madelyn before a hand grasped her by the arm and tossed her back. Then another slap landed on her face.
“You respect your elders, Mannon!” Her mother exclaimed. It was just as well that she pulled Mannon back and grounded her in the way she did because Mannon wasn’t sure what she would have done if she got to her sister. But she knew it wouldn't be pretty.
Having that plan ruined, she held her cheek instead. Without restraint she allowed the sobs to jerk at her torso whilst staring at Madelyn with such hate, it was as heated as passion.
“So let me repeat myself one last time, Mannon. And for your own good, you better hear me and remember,” her mother said in a cold voice that Mannon grew to despise at that moment. “You won’t see this Axel again. You won’t meet him, sleep with him, you won’t even think about him. Is that clear?”
Mannon didn’t respond. Her eyes were burying into her sister who could no longer hold her gaze and was staring at the floor. Mannon hoped it was in shame.
“Mannon?! Answer me!” Her mother commanded.
Mannon reluctantly tore her eyes away from Madelyn like a hungry predator that found alternative prey. Mannon's lips twisted. It wasn't a smile but a soul-deep expression of disdain she suddenly held for the people in the room.
Her mother remained stoic like a statue, an emotionless caricature of a woman. The girl chuckled at that thought.
A series of stern stomps across the floor brought her mother close to her again. Even before another blow could fall, Mannon raised her hand to shield herself. There it was again. Reflexes. She wanted to chop her arm off.
“I will,” Mannon barked out, stepping back.
“You will what,” her mother demanded. Mannon gritted her teeth.
The spoken word is what binds you. A promise can’t be broken lest it breaks you as a person, she remembered the words her mother drilled into her from a young age. Back when she was still acting as a mother and not a symbol of the house.
Mannon stepped back again, puffing out her chest, dropping her hands and lifting her chin. “I will do whatever the hell I want! You don’t own me! Boss her around like your puppet,” she pointed sharply at Madelyn, “but leave me alone! I don’t need you. Never did! Never will!”
And before her mother’s anger reached her, Mannon did something that none of her children had dared to do before. She ran away from punishment.
Her mother shouted her name as Mannon bolted through the door and into the corridor. She was running away from the life that suddenly suffocated her and towards a future that was promised to liberate her. Because she didn’t break any promises yet. There was no reason for others to break their promises to her, right?