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she ran across the room and fell into her fathe r’ s embrace.
“ Oh daddy , ” she cried, the tears spilling down her cheeks. He had come to rescue her, to take her out of this wretched prison and out into the world again.
“ Shh , ” said her father, gently stroking her hair .“ Do n’ t cry , ” he continued .“ It will be ok . ”
He turned his gaze toward the door, where a woman of about thirty stood in the hall, hesitant to walk into the dayroom. She had her arms crossed protectively over her chest, as if protecting herself from whatever danger still lurked in the heart of the daughter that had attempted to kill her not so long ago. The man smiled, nodding his head to let his wife know that it was alright, that everything was going to be fine now, that their beautiful daughter was cured, and that the danger had passed.
The woman visibly screwed up her courage, still unsure of anything, and walked to her husban d’ s side.
Gina pulled away from her father, her face red and swollen from her outburst of tears, and turned to her mother. They stood staring at each other for a long moment, each apprehensive of the other. Gina made the first move, stepping toward her mother and slipping her arms around her waist. The woman froze, still afraid of this creature and what she was capable of, looking to her husband over the top of the gir l’ s head. He nodded, smiling through unshed tears, and the woman hesitantly put her arms around the girl, patting her awkwardly on the back.
She was good , he thought. H e’ d give her that. She had them all convinced, had pulled the wool over everyon e’ s eyes. They thought she was cured, that she had battled her demons and won. That it was safe to let her out of the cage.
He wanted to spit, to rinse the taste of bile out of his mouth. He knew the real Gina and had seen the hatred in her eyes when she talked about this woman, this monster that she was currently clinging to. There would never be trust and never be the love that should be found between a mother and child. But Gina knew that in order to be set free from her prison, she needed to put on an excellent show for the crowd.
So she wept, her arms wrapped tightly around the woman whom she hated more than anything in the whole world. She looked to her father, a weak smile on her face as she wiped the tears off her cheeks and swiped at her nose with the sleeve of her sweater.
Jake sat in his chair across the room and watched the whole scene play out as if he were watching a bad sitcom on the television. The lies, the deceit, the heartwarming reunion between mother and child. Soon the credits would roll and another act would take the stage, a murder mystery, complete with the grim details of the crime, all to be solved in under an hour with the help of a crack team of forensic investigators. He would watch for it on the news and in the papers. Eventually this little girl would succeed andwould end her mothe r’ s life. It might not be soon. Gina was too smart to get put in here again, but it would happen.
The nurse touched her father, saying something to him, her voice soft enough that Jake could not hear her words across the day room. He smiled at Gina, running his hands up and down her arms, and kissed her on the forehead. It was time;he and his wife were to go and sit with the doctors to discuss his daughte r’ s progress in healing in the months that she had been locked in this place. It was time for them to discuss whether she should rejoin their lives on the outside. Would they be safe with her back in the home? Could she be trusted? He took his wife into his arms, leading her down the hall after the nurse.
Gina wiped at her nose with the sleeve of her sweater, the skin on her face blotchy and red from her tears. Sniffling, she looked around the room, observing the audience to her little performance, gauging their reaction to her skill. She met Jak e’ s eyes across the room, and she walked toward him, a
“ Oh daddy , ” she cried, the tears spilling down her cheeks. He had come to rescue her, to take her out of this wretched prison and out into the world again.
“ Shh , ” said her father, gently stroking her hair .“ Do n’ t cry , ” he continued .“ It will be ok . ”
He turned his gaze toward the door, where a woman of about thirty stood in the hall, hesitant to walk into the dayroom. She had her arms crossed protectively over her chest, as if protecting herself from whatever danger still lurked in the heart of the daughter that had attempted to kill her not so long ago. The man smiled, nodding his head to let his wife know that it was alright, that everything was going to be fine now, that their beautiful daughter was cured, and that the danger had passed.
The woman visibly screwed up her courage, still unsure of anything, and walked to her husban d’ s side.
Gina pulled away from her father, her face red and swollen from her outburst of tears, and turned to her mother. They stood staring at each other for a long moment, each apprehensive of the other. Gina made the first move, stepping toward her mother and slipping her arms around her waist. The woman froze, still afraid of this creature and what she was capable of, looking to her husband over the top of the gir l’ s head. He nodded, smiling through unshed tears, and the woman hesitantly put her arms around the girl, patting her awkwardly on the back.
She was good , he thought. H e’ d give her that. She had them all convinced, had pulled the wool over everyon e’ s eyes. They thought she was cured, that she had battled her demons and won. That it was safe to let her out of the cage.
He wanted to spit, to rinse the taste of bile out of his mouth. He knew the real Gina and had seen the hatred in her eyes when she talked about this woman, this monster that she was currently clinging to. There would never be trust and never be the love that should be found between a mother and child. But Gina knew that in order to be set free from her prison, she needed to put on an excellent show for the crowd.
So she wept, her arms wrapped tightly around the woman whom she hated more than anything in the whole world. She looked to her father, a weak smile on her face as she wiped the tears off her cheeks and swiped at her nose with the sleeve of her sweater.
Jake sat in his chair across the room and watched the whole scene play out as if he were watching a bad sitcom on the television. The lies, the deceit, the heartwarming reunion between mother and child. Soon the credits would roll and another act would take the stage, a murder mystery, complete with the grim details of the crime, all to be solved in under an hour with the help of a crack team of forensic investigators. He would watch for it on the news and in the papers. Eventually this little girl would succeed andwould end her mothe r’ s life. It might not be soon. Gina was too smart to get put in here again, but it would happen.
The nurse touched her father, saying something to him, her voice soft enough that Jake could not hear her words across the day room. He smiled at Gina, running his hands up and down her arms, and kissed her on the forehead. It was time;he and his wife were to go and sit with the doctors to discuss his daughte r’ s progress in healing in the months that she had been locked in this place. It was time for them to discuss whether she should rejoin their lives on the outside. Would they be safe with her back in the home? Could she be trusted? He took his wife into his arms, leading her down the hall after the nurse.
Gina wiped at her nose with the sleeve of her sweater, the skin on her face blotchy and red from her tears. Sniffling, she looked around the room, observing the audience to her little performance, gauging their reaction to her skill. She met Jak e’ s eyes across the room, and she walked toward him, a
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