Third Person's P.O.V
"Blyx, I know what you've done."
Blyx tensed up at the sudden statement and sudden seriousness of Carmen's voice. Carmen wanted to chuckle but she knew better. This is a serious talk and she didn't want to ruin the moment.
"Which o-one?"
"Everything."
Blyx gulped. I thought only a part of my memories! What the hell is this? A thought aloud in her mind. Her hands sweating. Her minds thinking of possible punishments.
"I'm sorry..."
"But I know why you've done them."
Blyx looked up at Carmen's smiling face. Blyx felt relief.
"When I was in the hospital, I had memories of you and you with my daughter. I was first just seeing brutal and horrible things when I sleep. For the first three days, I can't help but be angry at you."
Blyx gulped again.
"Then, when I went back here, I refused to talk to you nor letting you see me. And since I don't have any things to do, I always sleep. Surprisingly, all of the scenes connected. Your very thought about everything echoed in my head. I saw what you saw. I heard what you heard. I felt how much you loved my dauther. A certain night, I began to notice Harold's stare at our daughter and became frightened. So as a mother, I told my daughter to don't go anywhere where her father asks her to. She was reluctant but I begged."
"Baby, don't go with your father if he asks you to come with him, okay? Night or day, just don't." I won't let you have our daughter Harold.
I was sleeping but was awoken when I heard a scream. My mind instantly imagined my daughter with Harold.
"You have to come with me!" I took a peek. He's holding my precious baby's wrist hard.
"No! I don't want to!" a tear escaped my eye as I was proud.
"We're just gonna have a fucking bond, princess!"
"No! I just heard from my teacher that girls shouldn't be with a man at night! They would rape them!"
"What-- Okay! Fine! I just want to taste you--" I came in with a knife in my hands.
"Leave our daughter alone, Harold."
"Fuck. Heh. If I leave, then you'll just rot away without my money." he sounds pretty confident.
"I will never give you our daughter!" then he left.
"Baby, you okay?" Carly finally cried and clunged onto me.
"You kept saying how you should confess in your mind but you didn't have the guts to do so. Heck, you fingered my daughter."
Blyx slumped down on her seat and looked elsewhere.
"Blyx, we do stupid things for the people we love. I'm grateful that Harold died. But one scene shocked me, Blyx. I didn't know you were willing to die for my daughter."
"What can I say? My emotions get the better of me."
Even if Blyx was trying to be cocky, Carmen knew otherwise. The fear. The pain. Everything.