W.I.T.C.H. Porn Story: What Price Vengeance – Chapter 4

W.I.T.C.H. Porn Story: What Price Vengeance – Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Irma, you’ve been in there for over an hour. It’s time to come out.

Anna Lair knocked on her daughter’s bathroom door. Receiving no response, she tried again.

Irma, are you listening to me?

Mrs. Lair’s only daughter sighed heavily. Why couldn’t her parents just leave her alone? So she’d been soaking in the tub for over an hour; what was the big deal? She wanted to stay here forever and never come out. She felt safe in the water; nothing bad had ever happened to her in a warm bathtub.

She couldn’t say the same for the outside world.

Irma! The knocking came for the third time.

The young Water Guardian knew she had better answer her mother; otherwise the woman would barge in and find her fully-clothed daughter in the tub. That would make explanations a little awkward.

I’m coming, mom. Just gimme a minute.

Anna removed her hand from the doorknob and shook her head. She was worried about her daughter, but how could she get through to a stubborn, independent teenager? Irma was obviously struggling with something, but what? Her changes in demeanor had startled both her and Tom, and it just didn’t seem to be normal growing pains. Overnight their precious daughter had gone from carefree and exuberant to moody and withdrawn…and neither parent seemed to know how to help.

Anna left the bedroom to give Irma some privacy and met her husband coming up the stairs.

Is she out yet? Tom asked.

Anna nodded. She just got out.

Who stays in the bathtub for that long? Sergeant Lair mused.

Anna shrugged. Our daughter, obviously.

Tom gave his wife an unamused look. This has to stop, Anna. We have to get to the bottom of this situation. Irma plainly needs help, and we have to be the ones she can trust.

Mrs. Lair raised an eyebrow. Is that why you tossed her room and accused her of taking drugs? So she would trust us?

Anna, listen-

No, Tom, you listen. Irma is not a criminal; stop treating her like one. You need to be her father, not a police officer. She needs understanding, not accusations.

What if I’m right, Anna? What if Irma has a drug problem? I will not stand by and watch her destroy her life.

She’s not on drugs, Tom, Anna sighed. My heart tells me there’s something else going on here. I don’t know what it is, but she needs to be able to trust us enough to tell us the truth.

Sergeant Lair glowered moodily and sat down on the top stair. You’re right; I’m sorry. I just feel like I’m being shut out and it’s not a pleasant sensation. I love my daughter; I want to protect my daughter. Whatever she’s going through, I want to be there for her. I just don’t know how to do that when she won’t even talk to me.

Anna looked lovingly at her husband. She moved to stand behind him and began to rub his broad shoulders. We’ll figure it out, Tom. Sometime she’s going to realize she needs us, and when she does, we’ll be here for her. But we have to let her come to us. If we force the issue, she’ll only end up resenting us.

Tom shook his head. No, we need to force the issue. She’s had plenty of time to handle this on her own and now it’s time we stepped up. She needs us to be her parents more than she needs us to be her friends.

Mrs. Lair was quiet for a moment as she pondered her husband’s words. Even though Irma was her step-daughter, Anna had grown to love the child as if she had been her own. She had worked hard to form a relationship with the young girl and she worried now about damaging it. Though it was not a fragile relationship, it sometimes felt awkward to Anna. Sure, Irma called her mom, but the woman couldn’t help wondering if Irma resented her at times.

Now Tom was talking about bringing the full parental artillery against her, and Anna wasn’t sure that was the way to do things. On the one hand, Tom was right in that it was time to act like parents. On the other, what Irma was going through was obviously serious, and having more friends couldn’t hurt. Anna simply wasn’t comfortable playing the heavy, but she also knew she and Tom needed to be united.

You’re right, Anna finally answered. She needs her parents now. Whatever we do, we have to be united.

Tom covered his wife’s hand with his and squeezed it gently. We will be, he assured his wife. We will be.

The big man stood up and, hand-in-hand, the two adults walked down the stairs and into the living room.

Irma stood, dripping, in the bathroom. She gazed into the mirror and frowned at what she saw. Dark circles under her baggy eyes, grayish skin tone, a haunted look reflected in her aquamarine orbs. With a sigh, she dried her hair with a towel and stripped off her wet pajamas. She hung them over the tub to drip-dry and padded into her bedroom. Once there, she sat down in the middle of the room.

She felt drained and defeated. She couldn’t help thinking about what had happened weeks ago on Mount Thanos, and how Nerissa had almost forced her to give up the Heart of Candracar. Irma had been on the verge of doing just that when Elyon and Luba had arrived to, quite literally, save the day.

Only Will knew the truth about her decision, and her leader had been unwilling to condemn her.

But that was alright, because Irma condemned herself enough for both of them.

Truth was, Irma would have given anything for the torture to stop; including the Heart of Candracar. Her friends had called her a hero for not giving in to the evil witch, but Irma knew better. Only Elyon’s arrival had stopped the world from being plunged into a reign of darkness and terror.

Nerissa had completely broken the young Guardian…and she knew it.

Irma had told her friends she was fine because she was sick of them all fussing over her. She just wanted to be left alone to mourn the loss of her innocence and dignity. She realized she was throwing herself a pity party but she no longer cared. She deserved it for all she had gone through. None of the others could say they had experienced anything close to what she had experienced.

Irma’s bones had been shattered, her back scalded, her flesh cleaved by a whip, her insides scarred by cruel lightning, her wings nearly separated from her back. As the young girl reflected on her week of torture, she began to tremble, her breathing coming in ragged gasps. The tears uncontrollable, she curled into a ball and had a panic attack. The walls began to close in around her as she shook. Balling her fists, she closed her eyes and wished for it all to go away.

Only sheer willpower kept Irma from rushing back into the bathroom to immerse herself in water once again. She knew from experience that all she could do was wait for the panic attack to stop, but the waiting was agony. Her insides seem to be jumbled up, and her chest felt constricted. Everything seemed wrong and frightening, like the entire world would burst through her door at any second and take her back to Nerissa.

After several minutes, Irma’s breathing stabilized and the shaking subsided. The teenager lay on her floor, crying silent tears of anger, frustration, and terror. Nerissa had been right…Irma would never be free of the hag’s clutches; she would always be a prisoner…a plaything to be tortured every day for the rest of her life. Though she carried no physical scars from the ordeal, the emotional and mental scars were permanent.

Irma Lair closed her eyes and tried to think of something calming and happy. Her mind focused on Hay Lin’s smiling face…but then remembered her dreams from the night before. All she could see was the gleaming knife cutting into her best friend’s chest and Frost…Frost…

With another panic attack threatening, Irma decided to try to busy herself with getting dressed. Perhaps this would avert the attack.

Standing up, the young Guardian pulled out shorts and a t-shirt from her nearby bureau and pulled them on. The activity did, indeed, stop the panic attack, and Irma felt grateful for the first time in a very long time.

As she brushed her teeth, her thoughts turned to Will. The Guardian Leader had claimed to be her friend, and would never do anything to hurt her. So why had she put her through all of this? Why had it taken her and the other Guardians so long to find her? Why hadn’t they stopped the Knights of Vengeance from taking her in the first place? Irma had saved Will’s life in that fateful battle, so why couldn’t Will have saved hers?

And yet, Will had saved her life by choosing to put her through the Joining instead of letting her die.

Irma’s mind immediately changed course. Why hadn’t Will let her die? Death was preferable to this torture every second, every minute, every day. For that matter, why had Will helped Nerissa to cast a terrible mind-raping spell on her? Why hadn’t she trusted her friend’s word that something was wrong with the Mage?

It was then that Irma realized she blamed Will nearly as much as she blamed Nerissa for what had happened to her.

The teenager spit into the sink and looked at her reflection in the mirror once more. Her countenance had changed to angry, while her eyes were no longer haunted, but fiery. Will Vandom would pay for her betrayals; she would pay dearly.

Irma descended the stairs and found her parents sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Tom Lair stood up and faced his daughter.

Irma, sweetie, come in here, please. We’d like to talk to you.

Uh oh…ambush!

Irma swallowed and entered the living room with trepidation. She would have to do some fast thinking to get out of this one.

Sit down, honey, Anna said, patting the sofa next to her.

Irma sat down and gazed nervously at her father. What’s up? she asked unnecessarily. And where’s Chris?

He’s playing at the neighbors’ house, Anna answered.

Irma nodded…she knew this was trouble.

Sergeant Lair took a deep breath and plunged right in. Irma, you’ve changed and we need to know why…now.

Irma needed to stall for time. What do you mean?

Tom narrowed his eyes. Stop this, Irma. You know what’s going on and you need to tell us.

Sweetie, we just want to help you, Anna chimed in. But we can’t do that if you don’t trust us enough to tell us what’s happening to you.

Oh sure, why don’t I just spill the whole sordid story for you? I’m one-fifth of a secret team of superheroes that fights evil on a different planet. Oh, and I was tortured for a week by an evil bag and her minions, then mind-raped by the same bag and now I’m dreaming of murdering my best friend. Yeah, that’ll go over big.

Irma was wracking her brain for any satisfactory answer she could give her parents. They would never believe she was merely under a lot of stress at school, nor would they buy that she was merely a growing teenager with normal teenage problems.

Mostly because she was neither a normal teenager, nor were her problems normal problems.

Her parents were looking at her expectantly. Irma would need to answer them.

I’m just not sleeping well, she tried. I’ve been having nightmares lately, and they keep me awake. It’s really not a big deal.

Tom sighed and shook his head. Why won’t you tell us the truth?

Because lying is so much fun?

Irma looked desperately at her mother for help.

Sweetie, Anna said gently, your grades are falling and you’re not doing your schoolwork. You spend all your time in your bedroom doing heaven-knows-what, and your attitude…

Anna stopped and merely shook her head.

Your room is a mess, Tom continued. That’s not like you; you’ve always been very clean and meticulous, very organized.

Dad-

Tom held up his hand. Now I’ve searched your room and found no pills or other drug paraphernalia. I also examined your hands, arms, legs, and feet this morning and found no evidence of needle tracks. So either you’re not doing drugs, or you’re very good at hiding it.

Irma felt her anger boiling over. Somehow she felt violated. You searched my room? You looked for needle tracks? Irma stood up, her hands balled into fists. That is a serious violation of my privacy and this conversation is over.

Sit down, young lady! Tom Lair thundered, pointing to the sofa. We’re finished when I say we’re finished!

Irma could see the anger on her father’s whitened face. Nevertheless, she was determined to stand her ground. The teenager didn’t make a move to sit down.

You sit your butt on that couch right now, or so help me, I will put it there for you, the big policeman threatened.

Irma, angry beyond words, made to walk out of the room. With a growl, her father grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down onto the couch. The daughter gazed at the father in shock.

Don’t you ever put your hands on me again, she whispered angrily.

And don’t you ever disobey me again, Tom countered. You are on very dangerous ground, young lady. Now tell us the truth.

Honey, we just want to help you, Anna said quietly, gazing at her daughter in desperation. Please, you’ve got to trust that we want nothing but the best for you.

Trust you? Trust you?! You’re nothing but a fraud, trying to replace my real mother. You could never be what she was…you’ll always be just a step-mother.

Irma-

And you, Irma turned on her father. You tossed my room and accused me of being a druggie. How can I ever trust you again?

That’s enough! Tom yelled.

It’ll never be enough, Irma yelled back, standing up again. You wouldn’t know the truth if it bit you in the ass. You can both go to hell!

Irma felt the sting before she heard the slap. She looked at her step-mother with a mixture of anger and shock. Her rage finally hit the boiling point and she could no longer contain it.

You…bitch!

Right then, all the plumbing in the house suddenly blew. Sinks, bathtubs, and pipes burst open and water rushed out, flooding the kitchens and bathrooms. Tom made no move to solve this problem.

Instead he took his daughter’s chin roughly in his hand. You’ve gone too far this time, he hissed. Taking his daughter none too gently by the arm, he hustled her up the stairs and pushed her into her bedroom.

You’ll stay in here until I say otherwise. You have some serious thinking to do, girl. When you’re ready to render an apology to your mother, you’d better pray she accepts it.

He slammed the door and called out to his wife. Call a plumber…and a locksmith.

A few miles away, Taranee Cook lay on her bed, thinking. Her earlier conversation with Irma had shaken her a little. She now knew her friend had been lying to them about being alright. What else was she lying about?

Taranee knew her powers of telepathy came with great responsibility and as such, she refused to read her friends’ minds without their permission.

But now she struggled with that code of honor.

Irma was obviously in trouble and needed help, but Taranee knew the stubborn Guardian would never ask for it on her own. In order to know exactly what Irma was going through, the Fire Witch thought she had to read her friend’s mind.

Closing her eyes, Taranee prepared herself to violate Irma’s trust. Just as she was about to enter the Water Guardian’s mind, she felt a telepathic spike that caused her to cry out. Putting a hand to her head, she sat up immediately and gritted her teeth. What was that?

Somehow, she knew it had something to do with Irma, but what? She tried to contact her friend telepathically, but to no avail. She could feel a great deal of anger and despair from Irma, and this increased her worry all the more.

Taranee needed help, so she contacted the other Guardians.

Guys we have an Irma 911.

Not surprisingly, Hay Lin was the first to answer.

What’s wrong?

I’m not sure, but I felt a mental spike not long ago, and I know it has to do with Irma. I think she’s in trouble.

Isn’t she always? Taranee recognized Cornelia’s bored drawl.

Knock it off, Cornelia, Will’s cool voice came through. Tell us what you know, T.

That’s about it, really. I can’t prove it but I think she’s still having nightmares all the time. I’m pretty sure she had one last night because she asked me to check on Hay Lin. She won’t talk to me, though.

And what makes you think she’ll talk to any of us? Cornelia asked. She’s already proven she wants to handle things herself. Why do we think that’s changed?

It may not have changed, Corny, Hay Lin responded. But if Irma needs help, then we’re the only ones who can give it to her.

Don’t call me Corny…

Ladies, Will tried to head-off an argument before it started. Let’s try to focus here. Taranee, can you contact Irma at all?

No, Will. I’ve tried and she’s not responding. Either she can’t hear me or she’s ignoring me.

At this point I think either scenario is possible, Will grumbled.

Stop being unfair. Irma’s been through a lot and I, for one, don’t think that kind of thing would be easy to live with, much less talk about. If it were me, I think I’d rather forget the whole thing.

No one’s bagging on Irma, Hay Lin, Will soothed. The fact that’s she’s still alive and functioning at all is a miracle, all things considered.

Well that’s cheerful, Cornelia said.

But also true.

What if she’s not really functioning?

What are you getting at, Cornelia? Hay Lin was getting defensive.

Calm down, tiger. I’m just saying that something like this can screw a person up for a long time. I’m not so certain Irma wasn’t lying when she told us she was fine.

Now you’re calling her a liar?!

Oh for crying out loud. Could I get some support here?

Taranee tried very hard to think about her response. Hay Lin, Cornelia has a valid point. Irma told me she still has nightmares sometimes, but I have a feeling it’s more often than that. She cut me off when I tried to press her about it.

Why wouldn’t she tell us? Hay Lin queried, the fear in her voice evident.

Let me take a guess, Will said. She doesn’t want to worry us. We have other problems.

That’s what she said.

When is that girl going to learn that she needs us? Cornelia asked.

Probably never, but we have to convince her otherwise.

Agreed, Will, but how do we do that without alienating her further?

Well first I think we need to pay her a visit, Hay Lin.

Why don’t I just call her and see how she’s doing?

No go, Hay Lin, Taranee answered. She’s lost her cell phone.

Well that’s rude…

Will giggled. I guess it’s back to Plan A; let’s all meet at Irma’s house in half an hour.

Right, the Guardians echoed.

Taranee cut the mental link and headed for the bathroom. As she was brushing her teeth, a loud thunderclap shook the house. Startled, she cried out and dropped her toothbrush. She spat into the sink and walked to her bedroom window. Where once there had been clear, blue skies, there were now heavy, black storm clouds. A torrential downpour had begun and Taranee thought Heatherfield might be in danger of flash-flooding.

The Fire Guardian frowned and shook her head. Yes, she thought Irma was definitely in trouble.

And that’s Chapter 4 everybody. Thanks for reading.

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