Nadia was almost living in a fog. Without a clear vision on anything, she felt numb.
Her daughter was home after long time and she couldn't enjoy her days with her. Not as she should have.
She was in panic before they came across Clara at the mall but even panic was an indicator of life.
After that day, she became exhausted from thinking.
The risks waiting for her and even worse, for her daughter were consuming her; she was questioning her toxic love for this girl and anything they had with her, if there was anything which she could call real.
She just knew she longed being alone with Clementine like before, in spite of those complicated thoughts.
After a few days with her mother, Sandra kept going out every night and Nadia was hesitating to ask if she talked to Clara again. A few times, she asked who she was meeting with and the answer was always 'Girls'.
Clara was a girl. Was she among those 'girls'?
She checked Sandra's phone a few times and there was no call record on Clara's number.
She saved the number to her phone as well but since she wasn't officially given that number, she saved it with a different name 'Claus'. She knew this was ridiculous but she was afraid to be caught.
In fact, this was the only naughty thing she did since the beginning, which gave her a faint sense of what she was missing.
She had nothing to remind her of Clementine and when she 'stole' her phone number without her permission, this reminded her the disturbing good times. Being afraid of that young girl for such an innocent thing made her feel belonged. She wanted to be scolded by that dominant young owner of her heart.
She wanted Clementine to keep owning her. She was worried that she could be done with her, moving to her next and God forbid, real target.
And, this final thought was enough to destroy her self-inflicted arousal.
Sandra was important and she didn't have a luxury to get confused like that, until she was sure Sandra was safe from Clara's manipulations.
A few days later, when they were trying to find something to watch on TV, Sandra said "Why don't we watch Transylvania?"
"Ehm, aren't you a bit old to watch animations?"
This was bullshit but she didn't want to watch it with her. She didn't want to watch it at all, due to many reasons. Especially, when she was worried that 'Mavis' was never going to be in her life again. She was feeling too upset about Clementine. She had no idea how watching that would make her feel.
Sandra was already starting the video.
It could have been good watch, doing something she always did with her daughter but it wasn't possible for Nadia not to think of Cl...
Then, she started to think about Clara and Clementine.
She couldn't decide which one was more real. Or, which one was more evil, dangerous. And, attractive.
It wasn't clear for Nadia, which one represented that person's self. In an interesting way, they were both incredibly attractive, making it impossible for her to compare. But she knew Clara was disturbing her more.
Even if Clara didn't have any ulterior motives, she was the one hiding her true identity while doing all those things to...
'Oh, the things she did. The things she made me do' thought Nadia.
They already haunted her for a long time and she recently learned that she was fooling herself when she hoped her secret was well protected from anyone who knew her.
Clara or Clementine knew her since the beginning.
She had goosebumps realizing that some of those plots were real.
She wanted to stop thinking that one of her daughter's childhood friends was the witness of all her disgraceful secrets. While acting as her daughter's friend. Making Nadia go off rails in such a plot. Diabolical...
Then it got worse. For a moment, she felt like Clara was a regular teenager girl. In her daily routines, who wore the same socks until they stank, spent most of her time at pubs or cafes, gossiped about handsome boys, rushed into her homework before coming to her house acting like a sophisticated person to practice her kinky curiosities. This thought was even more disturbing, being the plaything of a normal young girl.
And she knew Nadia since...
What about 'being thankful' or 'you have a special place for me'? Who would do that to the person who was the only one that, with her own definition, cared for her?
What was she thinking when Nadia made a fool of herself in front of her all those days?
Was she thinking 'Oh, Mrs. Laerdal, I can't believe you wanted to taste my piss drop' that day?
Or, was she surprised and ashamed on behalf of Nadia to see her beg to kiss her feet?
'I want to die' she thought. Her mind was a mess.
And, seeing Mavis on the screen in her striped socks was making this even more complicated. In the similar socks she sniffed and kissed for days, masturbating and dreaming of the feet and legs which those socks hugged. Which were still in her drawer, sitting there like her most valuable treasure.
She looked at the Mavis on her screen.
'She looks hot?'
Her daydreaming was interrupted when Sandra's phone rang and as she jumped "Clara's calling, I have to take this!"
She learned what a cold sweat meant.
She hated every minute of that phone call. Sandra was giggling, blushing, walking around the house.
"Oh, you're so funny..."
Nadia hated to see her like this, wiggling her tail in excitement. She couldn't be sure if that was the case or if she was perceiving everything wrong.
Sandra stopped; eyes wide open, apparently excited about something Clara was telling her.
"Really? I'd love to..."
What was she saying? What was making her excited like that? This was dangerous. She had to do something.
"When?" Sandra asked "Of course! How can I say no to you, I mean to that offer? I'll be there." she paused and listened, "Why would I?", laughed, "Wow, thanks. I'll send you my location."
'How can I say no to you?' Nadia was the expert on this. No one could say no to Clara. It hit her hard that her daughter was in Clara's palm to be played with, like anyone else.
"What's going on?" Nadia asked when she hung up.
"She called me to a costume party at one of her friends' house. She'll pick me up. I have to call the girls and cancel my other plans."
"What? I mean, where is it? Whose party?"
"Mom, I'm at parties the whole year, calm down."
"Yes, but... I mean..."
It felt like anything she said would make Sandra suspicious.
"When?"
"Tonight."
"What will you wear? You don't have time to..."
"She'll bring me my costume. And, you won't believe..." she looked at Nadia as if she was about to say something very interesting "...she will bring me Mavis costume. What are the odds? What a coincidence!"
Nadia smiled, said "Wow" with the deadliest voice "It has to be the weirdest, most coincidental 'coincidence' ever."
