Kapitel 2: Irene Pov
Irene let out a cry of pain as she bolted upright in her bed, her breaths in pants. She raised her hand to her face and felt moisture which she scrubbed off as if it were causing her pain.
"It happened again."
She moved to the edge of her bed and allowed her hair fall in her face like a curtain separating her from the world. She got to her feet and made her way to the bathroom where she washed away the encounter from the night. When she came out, she could hear pots and pans and the sizzling of oil which made her know that her mother was in the kitchen. Throwing on a dress that had seen better days, she sauntered out of her room.
"Good morning, Irene!" She piped. "Gosh, are you ill? You look like hell."
Her mother commented as she set her eyes on her. Irene didn't reply immediately but walked to the counter where a steaming cup of coffee was already brewing. She took it in her hands and inhaled deeply as she allowed the heat seep into her palms, it was comforting. After a moment, she took a huge scalding gulp.
"You look like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Long night?"
Her mother asked as she flipped eggs in the pan.
"You could say that."
Irene dropped the cup and played with the saucer, her throat still burning from downing steaming hot coffee. Her mother realizing that there was something bigger at play, spooned the already fried eggs into a plate, turned off the cooker and walked around the counter to take a seat beside her daughter.
"Is something the matter?"
She asked in a gentle voice which made tears spring to Irene's eyes.
"Something is the matter then. Oh, my sweet girl. What is it?"
Irene dabbed at her eyes.
"Aren't you going to finish up your cooking? You usually have your breakfast early." Irene replied with the slightest tremble in her voice.
Her mother instantly waved her hand dismissively.
"I can always have breakfast, Irene. Now tell me, what's the problem? What's going on that's got you in tears this early?"
Irene picked up the cup of coffee and took a sip as she tried to think of where to start from.
"I'm listening, take your time."
She turned to face her mother.
"I don't know where to start from. I'm so confused and I'm so tired, mother. I'm just so tired."
Irene's mother frowned slightly as she gauged her daughter's mood. She got to her feet and gathered her up in her arms. Stroking her back, she spoke into her ear.
"Whatever the matter is, we'll get through it. I'm here with you."
Irene nodded as she hugged her mother back. She heaved a sigh as she allowed her mother's usual scent of cinnamon and baby powder, which for some reason never left her, envelope her like they were being reunited after a long time. She pulled back and looked at her mother.
"Do you feel a bit better?"
She nodded and cleared her throat to get rid of the lump that was there and preventing her from speaking.
"Yes, mother, thank you."
Her mum sat back on her seat and waited for her to speak.
"I've been having the craziest dreams for years now and…"
"Crazy dreams?"
Irene nodded at her mother's interruption and thought of just how much was okay to divulge. Should she tell her everything or leave some details out to make her feel less worried?
"Okay, go on,"
"It's been happening for years now, but it got worse when I was 16."
"16? Irene, you're 26 now!"
Irene closed her eyes and prayed for patience.
"Yes, for about 10 years now, I've been having the same dreams where I see myself chained in a bed and a man with the fiercest look on his face hovers above me."
"And what happens in these dreams, Irene?"
Irene knew that was going to be the hard part to tell her mother about. What mother was going to be okay with hearing about how her daughter was molested and used by a man she didn't know for his sexual pleasure?
"Irene, what happens in these dreams?"
Her mother was no longer able to keep silent and from the way Irene was behaving, she had a rough idea of what the answer to her question was without words being spoken.
"Don't tell me…. No, don't tell me that he touches you."
Irene looked down at her hands and played with her fingers.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why did you keep this all to yourself?"
"I didn't know how to tell you. I didn't want you to look at me like I was crazy for being with a man that I didn't know when I went to sleep."
Irene's mother ran a hand down her face. She couldn't believe that her little girl was going through so much and she was in the dark about it all. No matter how old Irene was, she was still her baby.
"You know what? I'm going to think of a way to get that to stop. A strange man can't be using your body as he pleases whenever he wants. I'll make sure of that, don't you worry."
Irene's mother noticed a change in her demeanor when she said those words to her.
"What? Do you not want it to stop?"
Irene refused to look her mother in the eyes and her mother let out a scoff.
"Don't tell me that you enjoy the encounters with that strange man you don't know anything about, Irene!"
Her mother came down from her chair and started pacing. She walked around the counter and washed her hands. She didn't know what to do with all the information that was coming to light, and she was starting to feel destabilized by all of it.
"It's not like I enjoy it but…"
"But what?"
She raised her voice and Irene flinched a bit.
"The last one was different. I could feel like he really wanted me. I loved how he worshipped my body and was attentive to everything. He took care of me, and it didn't feel like the other times, Mum. I really loved it this time."
Her mother felt like she was going to blow a gasket. As she looked at her daughter, she felt like grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her to snap her back to reality.
"Irene, you can't be serious. That's a man that you don't know. A man who's taken advantage of your state and had his way with you. How can you like having sex with him?"
Irene shrugged and leaned back in her seat. She knew how she felt, and she didn't expect her mother to understand.
"Let's just both calm down."
Her mother walked around the counter again and reclaimed her seat. Taking calming breaths, she took her daughter's hands in hers.
"Do you not want a mate? Do you not want a family? Do you not want to raise children of your own in real time?"
"I do."
Irene's mother dropped her daughter's hands and looked at her straight in the eyes.
"Then we must find a solution to this problem. We must find a way to get him away so that you can have a normal life."
"How do we go about that, mother? I've tried all that I can, but nothing works."
Irene's shoulders fell because she didn't think there was a way out. She appreciated her mother's willingness to help but the odds didn't seem to be in her favor.
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