The Cursed Child - S01 E03

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The Cursed Child - S01 E03

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3

Olivia picked up a piece of broken glass from the floor, quizzically looking at it for a few seconds longer as if it was the most complicated object she had ever seen. Suddenly, she looked up at the women in front of her, from one to the other before finally stopping at Aunt Petronella whose hand was pressed on the doorknob. A smile lit up Olivia’s face as she looked from the glass in her hand to the hand holding the knob. Tilting her head from side to side, Olivia raised the hand holding the glass and brought it close to her face.
Aunt Petronella felt the walls around her close in on her as she stood before the child…except, there was nothing child-like about the one standing in front of her. A cold chill went down her spine as her eyes met Olivia’s. In them, Petronella saw a shade of darkness she had never before encountered. Before long, the cold chill filled up the whole room. Olivia opened her big round eyes wide and stretching her neck all the way to the back, she looked up at Aunt Petronella. The woman quickly shut her eyes as if to defend herself from whatever demons she imagined resided in the little girl’s eyes.

“Drop it, now,” Olivia commanded the hand that was still holding the knob.

A shivering Aunt Petronella let go of the doorknob. She surreptitiously moved closer to her friend who was standing just a few feet away, also shaking in fear to her very core. The two women locked arms together as they faced the enemy that had obviously invaded the body of Hilda’s niece.

“On your knees,” Olivia commanded in her new horse and tightly controlled glacial tone.

Hilda and Petronella instantly obeyed without protest.
Olivia laughed, a loud, hard and lasting laugh that had the two middle-aged women wincing in both pain and fear. Olivia then turned and avoiding the broken pieces of glass on the floor, the picked up the stool by the dresser and went to sit in front of the women who were now kneeling on the floor next to each other.

“Olivia…have you…lost…your…mind?” Aunt Hilda stammered. She still could not bring herself to look up at her niece lest she caught her evil eyes.
“Do I look like Olivia to you?” The girl asked, running her finger over the rough edges of the broken glass and smiling as she watched her blood spill to the floor.

What do you think would happen if I shoved this through your throats, huh?” She looked from one woman to the other.

The women looked at each other and immediately hollered out in screams.

“Help! Help! Someone help us!” They chorused.

Olivia chortled, shaking her head in amusement. “Just shut up you two.” She said nonchalantly. “Do you think anyone will hear you? Have you forgotten that you sent everyone away just so you could torture Olivia in peace? It’s just us right now.”
“Are you sure this child is ten years old?” Aunt Petronella whispered to her friend.
“What have you done to my niece you demon?” Hilda asked.
“Let me officially introduce myself,” the girl said. “My name is Beth. I am fifteen years old. Comprende?”

“Huh?” Aunt Hilda said.
“I told you, this girl has demons,” Petronella said. “I hear white people have the worst kind of voodoo. Who knows what your brother was engaged in before he died?“
“Shut up Petronella. My brother was not that kind of person.” Hilda said.

“Shut the f--k up!” The girl named Beth hollered.
The two women kept quiet.
“Today I will only give you a warning but next time it won’t be like this,” Beth said. “Leave Olivia alone. If you try this nonsense again, I will set this whole house on fire while your children are sleeping in it. And then I will go to this ugly woman’s house and do the same thing. Do you understand me?”

Hilda and Petronella were too petrified to give a response.
“Why am I not getting a response?” Beth asked, getting up from the stool and pointing the glass directly at their faces.
“We understand!” They both answered, nodding profusely at the same time.
“I didn’t hear you.” Beth said, squatting down in front of them and lifting their heads up so she could look them in the eye.
“We won’t ever do this again.” Aunt Petronella muttered and quickly looked away.
Beth pointed the glass at Aunt Hilda.

“I won’t ever force you to do this again.” Aunt Hilda said and quickly shut her eyes.
“That’s a good woman. Now scram before I change my mind.” She pointed to the door.

The women wasted no time running out of the room. Looking very satisfied with the outcome, Olivia chortled heartily, the sound following the women as they ran through the hallway. And right then, the convulsions started again and Olivia fell to the floor.

Minutes later, Olivia opened her eyes to find herself lying on the floor. There was blood and pieces of broken glass all around her. She was covered in cuts and what appeared to be her own blood all over her hands and feet.

“Aunt Hilda!” She cried out, checking the bruises on her hands and freaking out all the more. She got up and ran out of the room following the sound of the voices coming from the kitchen. She busted through the door and flew into the room unceremoniously.

“Stay away from me you child of Satan!” Aunt Hilda ran away from the child the moment she appeared through the door.
Olivia stopped in her tracks and looked at the two women who appeared petrified at the sight of her. One was wielding a cooking stick in her hand looking about ready to fight and the other was holding a frying pan.

“What did you do to me?” Olivia cried as she examined herself.
“I am going home, Hilda,” Petronella said, moving back towards the door. You will never see me here again. You need to take this child to a pastor.” She said before disappearing.

“Why are you crying after what you did to us?” Aunt Hilda said.
“What did I do?” Olivia asked.
“Huh?” Hilda could not believe the girl’s pretentious act. “Are you asking because you don’t know or because you’ve now remembered who the owner of this house is ah?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about I swear. I didn’t do anything. You and that woman were trying to force me to open my legs. I didn’t want. I said no. I kept telling you no but you kept forcing me. I didn’t want.” Olivia cried. “I only threw the mirror at her because she wouldn’t let me go, I swear. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

“Is this child crazy or what?” Aunt Hilda asked. “Don’t you remember what you just did to us a few minutes ago? You pointed a glass at us and threatened to cut our throats!”
“I did no such thing.” Olivia sobbed. “You’re lying. You did something to me. Why did I wake up on the floor? What did that woman do to me?”
“Now that your demon is gone maybe I should whip you back to your senses and you will remember.”

She came after her but Olivia ran past her and out the yard.