Days bled into one another, each one more suffocating than the last. The tension in the house grew palpable, like the air was thick with unspoken threats. Karen was ever-watchful, her eyes lingering on me, her movements unnervingly calculated. Every time I thought I had an opportunity to act, she seemed to know, always just a step behind.
But I had a plan now. Detective Hayes had warned me to act normal, to gather evidence as subtly as I could. So, I did just that—carefully, quietly, like a shadow in my own home.
Every night after Karen fell asleep, I would slip down to the basement. The hidden room, the photographs, and the letters were my lifelines. But the more I dug, the more I realized how deep this web of lies stretched. It wasn't just about David's disappearance—it was about Karen's obsession, her need to keep us both tethered to her.
I spent hours in the hidden chamber, sorting through the boxes of old belongings. The further I dug, the more I uncovered. More photos of me as a child—ones I didn't remember being taken. They weren't just casual snapshots either. They were carefully staged, as if someone was documenting my every move.
I found one particularly disturbing picture: a photograph of me asleep in my bed, taken from the edge of the doorway. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I hadn't heard anyone in the room that night, but there it was—proof that Karen had been watching me long before I ever suspected.
But then, I found something even worse. Buried beneath layers of old clothes and knick-knacks was a small, leather-bound journal. It wasn't David's. It was Karen's.
I flipped it open cautiously, the pages yellowed with age. The first entry was written in her neat, precise handwriting, dated just a few months before David disappeared:
"Alex is growing up so fast. I can hardly believe how quickly time passes. Soon, he'll be leaving me, just like David did. I can't let that happen. I won't."
I felt a chill crawl up my spine. It was a small entry, almost innocent. But the words beneath it were far darker.
"I will do whatever it takes to keep him with me. No one will take him away. No one will ever leave me again."
I sat there in the dim light of the basement, the journal clutched tightly in my hands. My mother, the woman who had raised me, had a darkness in her heart that I had never known.
The next day, as I walked through the house with the journal tucked safely in my jacket, I could feel Karen's gaze on me. She was sitting in the living room, flipping through a magazine, but her eyes never left me.
I knew she was watching, waiting for a sign that I had discovered something. But I couldn't let her know. Not yet.
I had to be careful.
That afternoon, as she was preparing lunch, I sneaked a glance at the journal again. Her entries were becoming more erratic. As the days passed, the words became more frantic, more obsessive.
"David is weak. Alex will never be weak. I will make sure of that."
"They can never take him away. Not again. I won't let them. No one can have him. He is mine."
Each entry felt like a weight pressing down on my chest. I had known Karen was controlling, but I had no idea how far her obsession with me—and with keeping me close—ran.
That night, as I sat at the kitchen table, the journal open before me, I read her final entry:
"It's all set. Alex will stay with me forever. I've made sure of it. No one will ever know. No one will ever take him from me."
A cold knot of fear settled in my stomach. What had she done? What had she meant by "it's all set"?
I tucked the journal into my jacket again, my mind racing. This wasn't just about controlling me anymore—it was about something much darker, something far more sinister.
Suddenly, I heard a noise from the hallway. A faint sound, like footsteps. Karen.
I jumped up, my heart hammering in my chest. I had to get out of there. I had to leave before it was too late.
But when I turned, I froze.
Karen was standing in the doorway, her eyes locked onto mine. There was no mistaking it now—the look in her eyes was not that of a concerned mother, but of something much more dangerous.
"You've been snooping again, haven't you?" she asked softly, her voice almost a whisper.
I felt my stomach drop. There was no denying it now. She knew. She had always known.
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Chapter 10: The Breaking Point
Karen stepped into the room, her movements slow and deliberate. My breath hitched, and I could feel the walls closing in around me.
"I told you, Alex," she said, her voice soft but chilling. "You can't escape me."
I backed away, my hand brushing against the kitchen counter for support. "What… what do you want from me, Mom? This isn't love. This is… this is obsession."
Her expression darkened, and for the first time, I saw the true extent of her madness. "You don't understand. I've done everything for you, Alex. Everything. I kept you safe, I kept you close. And now you're throwing it all away."
"I never asked for this!" I shouted, my voice cracking. "I never asked for you to control my life, to keep me locked in this prison. I'm not your possession!"
She moved toward me, faster now, her face twisted in a mixture of fury and desperation. "You're mine, Alex. You always have been. And you always will be."
I took a step back, but my foot hit something on the floor. A chair. It toppled over with a loud crash, and in that moment, I bolted.
I rushed out the back door, into the yard, my mind racing with panic. I had to get away. I had to escape.
I heard Karen's footsteps behind me, her voice screaming my name, but I didn't stop. I couldn't.
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My feet pounded against the grass as I ran, the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Behind me, I could hear Karen's frantic calls, each one growing more desperate. But I couldn't slow down. Not now. Not ever again.
I bolted around the side of the house, my mind racing. I needed a plan. I couldn't just run forever. There had to be a way out.
The air was thick with tension, and I could feel my heart in my throat. I reached the back gate and pushed it open, only to hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps getting closer.
I turned the corner, my breath coming in sharp gasps. She was still chasing me.
"Alex!" she screamed. "You can't run from me! You'll never escape!"
It was like she wasn't just my mother anymore. She was a force of nature, a relentless shadow that I couldn't outrun.
I kept running.
I didn't know how much time had passed, but my legs burned, and the weight of my fear threatened to drag me to the ground. It wasn't until I rounded the corner of a nearby street and spotted an alley that I stopped, gasping for air.
I leaned against the wall, my heart thumping in my chest, trying to steady my breathing. My phone was still in my pocket, and I knew I had to call Hayes. It was the only hope I had left.
With shaking hands, I dialed the number. My fingers slipped once, then twice, but finally, the phone rang.
"Hayes," he answered, his voice steady despite the late hour.
"It's Alex… It's worse than I thought. She's… she's lost it. She's not just controlling me—she's completely obsessed."
"Stay where you are," Hayes said, his voice low but firm. "I'm coming to you. I need you to stay put until I arrive. Do you hear me?"
I nodded even though I knew he couldn't see me. "Yes. I'm just down the street."
"Good. Stay safe, kid. Help's on the way."
I hung up, the first ounce of relief I had felt in what seemed like years settling in my chest. Hayes was coming. But was it too late?
I didn't know how long I stood there, huddled against the wall, listening for any sign of movement. The sound of my heartbeat seemed to echo in my ears, drowning out the noise of the city around me.
And then I heard it.
A familiar voice, calling my name in the distance.
"Alex!"
I froze. It was Karen. She had found me.
I turned on my heel and sprinted further down the alley, my heart pounding in my ears. But when I reached the end of the alley, I saw something that made my heart stop: a pair of headlights cutting through the darkness.
It was Hayes.
I ran toward the car as fast as I could, but before I could reach the door, a hand grabbed my shoulder.
I whipped around, and there she was—Karen, standing in front of me, blocking my way.
"You're not going anywhere, Alex," she said, her voice a dangerous whisper.
"Mom, please—"
She slapped me across the face. The sting was sharp, but I didn't flinch.
"You're mine," she hissed, her eyes wild. "No one can take you from me. No one."
Just then, the car door opened, and Hayes stepped out, gun drawn.
"Back off," he commanded. "You're coming with me, ma'am."
Karen looked at him, her eyes narrowing. For a moment, she said nothing. Then, without warning, she lunged at me.
But Hayes was quicker. He grabbed her arm and wrenched it behind her back.
"I said back off," he repeated, his voice low and menacing.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Karen stopped. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she glared at me, her face twisted in a look of pure hatred.
"Don't think this is over, Alex," she spat. "You'll regret this."
Hayes cuffed her and led her to the car. I stood frozen, still in shock, unable to move.
With Karen taken away, I felt a strange mixture of relief and dread. The nightmare was finally over, but the question still burned in my mind—what had happened to David?
I met Hayes back at the station. He led me to a small, sterile room where I sat down, my mind racing with the things I had learned.
"We're going to get to the bottom of this," Hayes said as he sat across from me. "But you've got to be ready for the truth. It's not going to be pretty."
"I need to know," I said, my voice hoarse. "I need to understand why she did all this. Why she kept me locked in this house. Why she drove David away."
Hayes took a deep breath. "Your mother, Alex… she's been mentally ill for a long time. What you saw with David—her obsession with keeping you close—wasn't just about love. It was about control. She couldn't cope with the idea of losing someone else. Losing David broke her."
I swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking in.
"We've found David, Alex," Hayes continued. "He's alive. But barely. Your mother kept him locked away in that basement for years. He's been in hiding, but we've got him now. He'll be in a safe house for as long as it takes to get him stable."
Tears welled in my eyes. "Where is he? How is he?"
Hayes smiled faintly, though his eyes were full of sadness. "He's getting better. Slowly. But we've got a long way to go."
I nodded, a mix of relief and sorrow flooding over me. The answers I had longed for were finally coming, but at what cost?