Rehabilitated Mother Chrysalis by Kirko Bangz

>You carefully stir it, not wanting it to start burning.

>It’s Sunday, and you’re home for a family dinner for the weekend.

>Your name is Anonymous. Only son of the Armor household. Well...Adopted son, but they treat you as if you were their own.

>Mom was especially enthused about you coming over. She said she had a surprise for you. You wonder what it is.

>After stirring for a solid three minutes, you lower the heat and bring the wooden spoon to your lips.

“My god. That’s flavorful!”

>You’re a cooking genius.

>You’re about to put the used spoon in the sink when a pair of petite arms wrap themselves around your waist.

>”I want to taste tooooo!”

>A smile forms on your face. It’s your little sister, Flurry Heart.

“I used this spoon. Let me get another.”

>She buries her face in your back, tickling you.

“Oy! Cut it out! You know that’s my weak spot!”

>”Hee hee! I know!”

>You roll your eyes, getting a clean utensil for Flurry Heart to try the sauce with.

>Her face takes on a dreamy expression after tasting it.

>”Oh Anon...That’s amazing. Make this for me every night when we’re married!”

>You flick her forehead.

“You’re only 16. That’s not something a girl your age should be saying.”

>She sticks her tongue out at you.

>”You’re not that much older!”

“Mhm.”

>Flurry pummels your chest with her soft

little fists. You can’t help but laugh. It’s like an anime.

>”Getting along as usual, I see?”

>The play-fighting is interrupted by the arrival of Mom, and Dad, who are hand in hand as usual.

>”Mom! You have to try this sauce, anon made! It’s out of this world!”

>”Oh? Let me taste it then...”

>You watch as both Mom and Dad partake of your creation.

 

>This is like every sitcom you used to watch as a kid. Family Matters, Full House. All of them. It all seemed like an unattainable dream from that lonely little one bedroom apartment, but here you are.

>Dad puts his hand on your shoulder.

>”I see you’re putting that Culinary degree study to use.”

“I better be, considering how much it cost for me to even get my foot in the door.”

>Dad chuckles.

>”What’s a few years of crushing debt, if it produces the next Gordon Ramsey?”

>He winks.

“Well then. Everything is ready. Is the table set?”

>Flurry raises her hand.

>”I set it!”

>Dad claps his hands together.

>”Then let’s eat! I’m starving!”

>Mom, who had been helping herself to the pasta sauce, wipes the corner of her mouth.

>”Oh! Before I forget! Make sure you set the table for one more.”

“One more? Is Twilight coming over?”

>Mom, and Dad exchange knowing looks.

>”You’ll see.”

>Mom smiles reassuringly. This must be related to the “surprise”.

>The two head into the dining room, whispering to one another all the while, leaving you with Flurry.

“What’s that about?”

>She shrugs.

>”Who cares? I’m ready to eat!”

> You shake your head, jealous she inherited her mothers metabolism, as she takes a big pot of Noodles you cooked earlier to the table for you.

>You soon follow with sauce.

>Everyone is at the table already, Mom and Dad still whispering to each other.

>Flurry taps the seat next to her, while looking at you with a huge grin.

>This girl...

>Sitting the last component of dinner on the table, you scoot in next to Flurry.

“Alright. Soups on!”

>”Yay!”

>Flurry tried to grab a piece of Garlic Bread, only to get her hand slapped by Mom.

>”Ow! What was that for?!”

>”Everyone isn’t here yet. You have to wait.”

>”Huh??”

>She confusedly looks at you, then your parents, rubbing her hand.

>”J-Just give it a moment sweetie.”

>Dad seems noticeably nervous. It makes you suspicious.

 

“Are we waiting on somebody? Who is it?”

>Mom bites the corner of her mouth, looking to Dad for backup.

>He does the same to her.

>Seeing no other option, Mom starts talking.

>”W-well you see...Uh-“

>”A family member is going to be joining us today...!”

>You cock an eyebrow.

“Oh? Then why didn’t you say so? Who is it?”

>Mom gulps audibly.

>Flurry is pouting, while eyeing the food.

>Mom puts a finger on her temple.

>”It’s...ah..,”

>NOK NOK.

>Both Mom, and Dad perk up.

>”It’s time to meet them!”

>Mom quickly gets up, disappearing around the corner into the living room. You can hear the door open, and intense hushed talking.

>You look at Dad, who awkwardly smiles.

>Finally footsteps. More than one set.

>Mom is first to enter, with an uneasy smile.

>”Anon. There is someone I wanted you to meet.”

“...Okay?”

>Mom turns to the person hidden around the corner.

>”Come on. He’s ready.”

>Someone takes a deep breath before stepping into vi-

“...What...”

>A tall woman with long green hair, stands across the table, her hands folded together in front of her stomach.

>She shivers, keeping her gaze on the ground.

>The silence is tense, and thick. Stifling almost. You feel like you’re being choked.

>Flurry touches your tightly clenched fist, you didn’t know was balled up, as you glare at this failure of a woman with pure hatred.

>Mom and Dad sweat nervously, watching with bated breath.

>The woman raises her head slowly, peeking at you through her long locks.

>”H-hello Pharynx...I-it’s Mommy.”

 

>You blink a few times in disbelief, looking from this wretch of a human to Mom, and Dad.

>Mom is pale. She can see things aren't going like she thought they would, and her face says she is thinking of a way to remedy the situation.

>Flurry is still holding onto your hand, with pleading eyes. She's clearly unaware of what is going on, but the expression on your face is enough to tell it isn't good.

>As you stare at her, it all comes back.

>In a flash, you're that little boy again. That little boy whose big brother left home when he hit Eighteen, and left you alone with "her". The same "Her" who would go out every night, looking for love in all the wrong places. Did she find that love? Yes. She found it in the bottom of a bottle. She found that love in a needle. In powder to be snorted in her nose. In random men, that she put over you whenever possible...even when you got...

>You taste Iron. You've been biting your lip this whole time.

>She looks up at the trickling blood, with worried eyes.

>"Pharynx...you're bleeding-"

>She's about to come around the table, but your sudden death glare freezes her in her tracks.

"You...If you come around that table...I swear to GOD...I WILL KILL YOU!!"

>You reach for a steak knife, and point it at her threateningly.

>Flurry flinches at the venom in your tone. You're a completely different person.

>"A-anon, calm down!"

>"It's fine son! Just breathe..."

>Mom, and Dad have already made their way around, trying to deescalate the situation.

>Your teeth are grit tightly. Your eyes are bulging out your skull, and tears are streaming down your cheeks.

"Y-You! You ruined my life! Broke me! Abandoned me, and now you have the FUCKING NERVE to come here, and call yourself "Mommy"?! YOU SICK BITCH!"

>The "woman" looks down in shame.

>"This was a mistake. I should go-"

>She turns to leave, heading to the front door.

>Mom's head is rapidly going between the two of you, before she chases after the "egg donor".

 

>"Put the knife down, Anon...it's okay..."

>Even though she isn't in the room, you dare not drop the Knife. Your knuckles turn white from clasping it so tightly.

>Dad puts his hand on yours slowly lowering your arm.

>"D-daddy? What's going on?"

>He hugs you close, not caring for the blood and tears staining his shirt.

>"Just a passing bad memory Flurry. That's all."

>You retired to your old room for the evening, long having lost your appetite.

>Flurry wanted to console you, but Dad thought it best you have some time alone to process things.

>So here you are now. Filled to the boiling point with rage, and Vitriol. Your heart racing like you're about to have a heart attack, and your fists are balled so tightly, the palms of your hands are raw.

"That fucking whore...who the fuck does she think she is?!?!"

>You hammer your fist into one of the pillows on your bed.

"I hate her! I HATE HER!"

>More punches. What you wouldn't give to hit her instead.

>Tnk Tnk.

"..."

>Your door opens slowly.

>It's Mom.

>"Anon, sweetie...can we talk?"

>You sit up, looking at her with intense, puffy red eyes.

>Mom gasps, bringing a hand to her mouth.

>"Oh Anon...My baby..."

>She cautiously approaches, hugging you much like Dad did earlier.

>"I'm so sorry...I'm so so so sorry!"

>You sit there stoic, and still.

>It's a few minutes, before Mom holds you at arms length, stroking your face.

>"I swear to god, Anon, I didn't want this to happen. I didn't want you to be hurt!"

"Was it you?"

>"H-huh?"

>You look at mom with those frightening, weary eyes.

"Was it you who brought her here?"

>Mom brushes your ear with her thumb, trying not to avert her gaze.

>"I..Well..."

"Mom."

>Mom looks scared to speak any further.

>"I-I did."

>A low throaty growl, makes mom sweat a little.

>"W-wait! Please let me explain, honey! She contacted me once she got out of Prison! She said she was a new person and she wanted to be part of your life again-"

"NEW PERSON?!?!"

 

>Your rage can't be contained any longer.

"What's new about her?! She meet some nation of Islam retard who found god after committing crime after crime? Do you honestly think that spending ten years in prison is enough to get her on the right track?! How long until she goes looking for more men to spend the night with or drugs to shoot up into her withered out veins??"

>Mom silently listens, taking a seat next to you.

"You know what she did to me Ma. You know the state she left me in, before she went to prison!"

>"I do."

"Why would you even entertain the notion that she gave a damn about me in any sense? You know what it is? She needs a place to stay. She needs money to go have fun with, and since she can't find Thorax, guess who's next in line?"

>Mom sighs.

>"I suppose...I thought you needed closure. I mean, as a mother myself I just thought that if I had been separated from my boys for so long, I'd be trying my hardest to see them again."

>You put your face in your hands, and sigh loudly, as Mom rubs your back tenderly.

"I don't need closure. I just need her out of my life. Forever."

>"Anon..."

"No mom! She had her chance, and she blew it. BIG TIME."

>"Anon please! Just-"

"Mom! NO! All the nights I was hungry! The Men! The molesting! I'll never forgive her!"

>Mom clasps your cheeks.

>"I'm not asking you to forgive her! I'm asking you to talk to her...to forgive yourself."

"Forgive-?"

>Her words are confusing. Why would you need to forgive yourself? You didn't do anything wrong! You didn't force her to practically abandon you, or force her to sign away her rights to you.

>You still imagine to this day what would have happened if Mom didn't kick that door down, seeking the mistress of her cheating fiancee.

>You probably be dead, or living the same way "She" did.

 

"Mom...I don't understand. I don't need her. I just need you, and everyone else..."

>Mom blushes lightly, rubbing your cheek affectionately.

>"It's been long enough sweetie. Do this for your soul."

>You grunt, as Mom gets up.

>"She left, but maybe the two of you can meet up for coffee tomorrow? It's still the weekend. Maybe you can get on the road to patching things up?"

>Patch things up, huh?

>It's odd she would start with you, and not Thorax. Then again, she knew exactly where you were and who to contact to get in touch with you.

>You don't know what she did to Thorax, but as far as you're concerned, she did you the worst. The Night Terrors still come and go to this day.

"I'll think about it, but I can't make any promises. I don't know how I'd act alone with her."

>Mom lets out a sigh.

>"Then what about if I invited her here tomorrow morning? Would you at least try?"

"....."

>"Please? For me? I'll be here to mediate things so it doesn't get out of hand."

>You smirk.

"Are you sure? I mean you originally wanted to beat her up."

>Mom's cheeks puff out.

>"For that, you're DEFINITELY gonna try tomorrow morning."

"Aw come on!"

>She leaves the room in a huff. Maybe you went too far with that one.

>Laying back on your bed, you begin to reminisce. You were in that cold, filthy apartment watching Full House, while hugging your scrapped up, dirty knees. "She" was out as usual. Said she couldn't take you stressing her out when you told her about how the guy she brought home last night touched you.

>"And what do you want me to do about it? I know you're lying! You just don't want me to be happy! You need to understand I .have my own life to live!" Her exact words.

>You just sat there. Envious. Sad, and too tired to cry anymore.

>Lucky bastards.Having Siblings who are always there. Family that protected you.A clean house. Food.

>The tv suddenly seems louder. People are shouting, but the mouths are matching up.

>Wait. It's from outside.

 

>The words "whore", and "Cheater" are being thrown around. Sounds like the neighbors are fighting again. You go back to watching TV.

>BAM.

>The impact against your door makes the wood crack.

"Wh-who is it?!"

>BAM BAM-

>"Open up bitch! I know your loose ass is in there!"

>BAM.

>Is it another Dealer, owed money?

>BAM-

>The door flies open after another hit, and a young woman barges in, with a nervous guy behind her.

>"KNOCK KNOCK WHORE! AVON CALLING!"

>What's Avon?

>She looks around the dilapidated apartment, and looks back to the guy.

>"You slept with this slut, and she lives in a Roach Motel like this?!"

>The lady scans the apartment until her eyes fall on you.

>You stare back with large frightened eyes, making the woman's rage-fueled scowl soften. She looks back at the guy again, who just shrugs.

>She reluctantly kneels on the dirty floor.

>"It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you..."

"..."

>"Is your mommy around? Are you by yourself?"

>You start to shiver.

>"No no no! Don't be afraid!"

>She touches your knee. Her hand is warm.

"...She left. I don't know when she'll be back. I never know when she'll be back..."

>"?"

>The lady looks around again.

>"This place is a mess. When was the last time you ate? What did you eat? Where's your father?"

>So many questions at once...it hurts your head.

>"This isn't right. We should take you to the police-"

>"A-are you sure honey? I mean, we don't want to be kidnappers..."

>She shoots him a look shutting him up, before turning back to you with a friendly smile.

>"What's your name? I'm Cadence."

>Nok Nok

>You're broken from your flashback by the sound of someone knocking on your door.

"Come in."

>It slowly opens.

>Flurry quietly steps in, closing the door behind her.

>"H-hello, Anon."

>She stands in the middle of your room, playing with her hands.

"Hey."

>"Can I sit with you?"

>You chuckle. She's such a kid.

"C'mere."

>You hold your arms out for a hug. She of course wastes no time diving into your arms.

 

>Flurry practically sits on your lap.

>She just quietly holds you saying nothing.

"Are you okay?"

>"I should be asking you that. I;ve never seen you that way! It was so scary!"

>You stroke her bobbed hair.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to scare you."

>She puts her head on your shoulder, sighing.

>"Who was that woman? She called you "Fair-rinks"."

"She's....a bad reminder of the past. It;s also "Pharynx". It's my old name before I had it changed."

>"You changed your name? It wasn't always Anonymous?"

>You shake your head.

"Nope. I had a whole other life before I came here."

>"Will you tell me about it?"

"When you're older."

>Flurry gets off your shoulder with an expressive gasp.

>"I'm old enough to understand stuff like that!

>You ruffle your hair.

"Sure you are."

>"Dangit Anon! I'll show you!"

>A wrestling match starts between you, and Flurry Heart. Your laughter could be heard throughout the house as the small girl tried her best to pin you down, It goes on until she falls asleep right there in your bed.

>Leaning over her slumbering form, you kiss her forehead. This is what you always wanted, but now you're starting to feel..."different", and you know why.

>You lay next to Flurry, staring at the ceiling.

"Just coffee tomorrow? Can I do that?"

>Flurry snuggles up to you, mumbling something.

>All you do know, is you don't want to scare her or your parents again. They don't need to see you like that. This is your family. This is your ONLY family, and they all love you.

 

>The police station is cold, with an air of loneliness.

>You sit there on a hard wooden chair, while the Detective types something up.

>With all the Family Matters you've watched with Carl Winslow, you know what's happening.

>He finally stops with a hard thud of the keyboard.

>"Alright son..."

>You look up at him.

>"Your mom...did some really bad things, and she's going to be gone for a long time-"

"I don't care. I hate her."

>The detective gives you a pained expression.

>"I see..."

>He takes a deep breath.

>"Do...Do you have anywhere to go? Any family that'll take you in? What about your father?"

"..."

>He rubs the back of his neck.

>"Right. Well then. I'm gonna give Child Services a call, and we'll see what to do next. I'm really sorry about this-"

>A packet of papers brushes past your face from behind, as someone puts a report on his desk, making you look at the officer.

>"Here's that report for the Tirek bust, Spear."

>Wait...you know him.

>He looks down at you, and his face turns pale.

"You're..."

>"Wh-What're you doing here, kid??"

>The detective looks between you both.

>"You know each other?"

>You nod.

"His Girlfriend kicked down-"

>"ON CRIME! She's an avid speaker for stomping out crime. H-hahaha!"

>Detective "spear" cocks an eye.

>"What is he to you?"

>"The cop sweats.

>"I...I'm his-"

>You look at him wondering what his answer is going to be.

>"He's...my...."

~~~~~

>Your eyes flicker open to a white ceiling.

>Flurry is curled up next to you, still sleeping. Another dream of the past. A past you didn't want to explore ever again.

>You sit up, getting out of bed, and go to the bathroom.

>Dad is in there shaving.

>He notices you in the doorway.

>"Good morning kiddo. I was just finishing up."

"It's okay..."

>Rinsing his razor off, he flashes you a look.

>"You okay? I know yesterday was pretty hectic. I'm sorry we put you through all that."

"..."

>You lean on the door with crossed arms, saying nothing,

 

>letting out a sigh, you merely shrug.

"I...I don't know. It's like I'm a kid again, in that dirty apartment, starving half to death."

>"I can imagine. I'd think you would feel that way each time you see your mother around doors."

>You chuckle.

"...Dad?"

>"Hm?"

>You're gonna regret asking this you know, but...

"Did you really...?"

>"Did I really what?"

"You know...Sleep with "Her"?"

>"URK."

>He freezes up at your question. Guess that's all the answer you needed.

>"W-well...We all do stupid things in our youth! Ehehe..."

"Right. How did she even tempt you?"

>He looks at you, then rushes past you looking into the hallway. Seeing the coast is clear, he comes back inside the bathroom.

>"Chrysalis was really pretty in her day. Don't get me wrong, your mother is gorgeous too, but..."

"You wanted something a little strange for some change?"

>"Th-that's one way of putting it."

>You won't lie. She IS beautiful. Even after all the Drugs and booze, she's still got her looks. That makes you sick. It's almost like God is rewarding her evil deeds.

>He nudges you with an elbow.

>"This whole Coffee thing? Just give it a try. Just one shot. Your past? You're better than that Anon. I believe in you."

>I believe in you. Those words almost make you tear up.

"H-heh. Okay dad."

>He pats you on the shoulder leaving the bathroom, to finish getting ready for work.

>You take this time to look yourself over in the mirror.

>You really do look like her.

"All I need is green hair..."

>You splash yourself with some water, and take a deep breath.

"I can do this."

 

>Completing the holy Trinity, you reluctantly head downstairs, after seeing Mom, and Dad weren't in their room.

>The smell of Mom's favorite columbian Roast, and butter are getting stronger as you get closer to the kitchen.

>"-nk this was a good idea. I mean don't you hate me also?"

>You can hear talking. You can make out Mom's sigh.

>"This is about you, and I. This is about making things right with Anon. I don't want him to go through life living with this over his head."

"..."

>Ceramic clinks against the table. Suppose you can't sit out here eavesdropping forever. You enter the Kitchen, your heart beating a mile a minute.

>Both of them look to you with big eyes.

>"Pharynx...!"

>"Anon! Good Morning.."

"Morning."

>"She" lowers her head, not wanting to meet your gaze.

>You sit next to Mom, resting your hands on the table, staring at that wretched person who gave birth to you. The silence is deafening and the tension thick. Easily comparable to yesterday.

>"W-well! How're you doing this morning, Anon sweetie? You sleep well?"

"I did."

>"She" traces a finger around the rim of her coffee cup.

>You narrow your eye, and cross your arms.

>Mom fidgets with the collar or her shirt.

>"W-well...I think I hear your father calling me. Be right back Anon!"

"What? I didn't hear anythi-"

>Mom hurriedly gets up, and leaves you both there alone. You and...Ugh. Just acknowledging her makes you ill.

>She peeks through her green locks at you like yesterday, as you stare at her.

>"H-Hello Pharynx..."

"It's Anonymous. Don't call me that name again."

>"R-right. I'm sorry.

>You suck your teeth, looking to the side.

>"S-so Cadence tells me you're into cooking...?"

>You glare at her, gripping your bicep muscle.

"Yeah. All the times you left me alone to fend for myself at home, I learned how to combine different kinds of crap to create something mildly edible. I figure, why not make it a career?"

>She winces at your comment.

 

>You continue to stare at her intensely.

>"I-I see."

>She looks down.

"Is that it? "I see"?"

>"I-I don't know...what do you want me to say?"

>You can feel your rage bubbling up.

"How about, you tell me "why"? Tell me why a Mother would bring children into this world, and utterly neglect them? Why would she go out each, and every night leaving them to starve, and suffer under her care? Why would she ignore the pleas of her son telling her strange man number 64 decided he wanted kiddie dick?!"

>You didn't realize it now, but you're standing up, with your hands on the table. Every fiber of your being wants to glass her her and now. To strangle her. Just make her feel an ounce of the hurt and pain you experienced.

>"....."

>The woman just sits there staring with wide eyes, fear lacing her green orbs.

"What are you here for? What do you want? What's your goal? You want somewhere to stay so you can go out and whore around again?"

>"N-No I-"

"Trying to butter me up so you can mooch off me? Get my money and go shoot up every narcotic you can get a hold of? Maybe it's for your own ego? Trying to please some loon in the pen who found some arbitrary religion, and converted you? HUH? TELL ME WHEN I'VE HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD."

>Her eyes become glossy after a moment of silence.

>Is she about to cry?

>"Is it so wrong, to feel awful for what I did to you?"

>A tear slides down her cheek.

>"Yeah. I get it. I screwed up big time, and have no right to even call myself anything close to your mother! Fact of the matter is-"

>She sniffles.

>"Cadence is your mom. Not me..."

>You bite your bottom lip.

"THEN WHY? WHY COME BACK?"

>You push the chair aside, and make your way around the table. She sits there, not meeting your gaze, as you grab her by the neck, getting a low gurgle from her in response.

"WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO COME BACK INTO MY LIFE?!?!"

>She puts a hand on your wrist.

>"B-because I love...you."

 

"Love? Are you-"

>You laugh a little at the absurdity, not releasing your hold.

"Now you choose to "Love" me?!" You couldn't do it when I was BORN? When I was growing up?!"

>She puts her other hand on your wrist now, gritting her teeth slightly.

>"Pharynx....you're hurting me..."

"GOOD."

>You shake her several times before letting her go. She lets out a couple coughs, nursing her neck.

"Is this a joke? You trying to mess with me? You just said you accept you're not my mother!"

>She rubs her throat.

>"I'm serious. I love you. I always have, and I'll do anything to get you to forgive me..."

>She looks into your eyes pleadingly.

>"...To get you to love me back, someday."

>You scoff.

"Anything? I don't believe you. Not a single word!"

>"I mean it! I want nothing else, but to make things right! To start over!"

>You rush her, pinning her to the chair.

"Anything, huh? Would you agree to becoming my slave, or letting me mistreat you? Maybe I should molest you, like you let happen to me?"

>She stares you dead in the eyes.

>"....Anything."

>Her stern expression takes you aback for a moment, but it's all a front, and you know it.

"You're full of CRAP."

>You grab her left breast, and squeeze.

>She gasps looking down at your hand, as you stare at her.

"Well? Go ahead. Say something."

>Her nipple slowly starts to stiffen against your palm, as her eyes lower.

>"A-anything."

>You blink a couple times, starting to feel strange as you run your fingers along her bosom.

>What the fuck is going on, right now?

>She's just sitting here. Taking it.

>A small moan escapes her mouth, as you can feel your lower half pressing against your pants.

>"Mmnn..."

>You're going to be sick. Are you actually enjoying this??

>You step back, your concealed erection in full view.

>Chrysalis looks at it with half-lidded eyes,then up to you breathing haggardly..

>You just called her by her name.

"....FUCK!"