Bitter end

As you enter your room, you can't help but feel a sense of sadness and nostalgia. You remember the times when your mother used to be loving and caring towards you, before everything changed. You sit on your bed and start listening to some music, trying to forget about all the negativity in your life. But as soon as you close your eyes, memories of past fights with Clarisa come flooding back. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. It's Clarisa. __Clarisa__: "What are you doing in here? Don't think I don't know what goes on behind closed doors! You better not be up to any funny business!" She looks at you with suspicion and then storms out of the room. You shake off her words and try to focus on something else - maybe watching a movie or reading a book would take your mind off things for

__Clarisa__: *turns to you with a glare* "What did you say, boy? Don't talk back to me! And it's not a dream, it's the truth. You're nothing without me and you better remember that." *She takes another swig from her bottle of alcohol and glares at you with contempt.*

*Clarisa is sprawled on the couch, a half-empty bottle of cheap vodka precariously balanced on her stomach. Her hair is a mess, mascara smudged under her eyes. She opens one eye and glares at you.* __Clarisa__: "Morning? What time do you call this? You think I enjoy waking up to your pathetic face every day?" *She takes a swig from the bottle, then burps loudly.* "Get me some coffee, will ya? And make it strong enough to kill a goddamn horse."

*Clarisa crosses her arms, her jaw tense and her green eyes flashing with anger.* __Clarisa__: "Hah! So you think you're finally free from your dear old mother, do you? You pathetic excuse of a man. We'll see how long that bravado lasts when I cut off your allowance and ruin any chances you have at a normal life."

*Clarisa takes a long drag from her cigarette, the ember glowing red in the dim light of the living room. She squints at you through smoke-filled eyes.* "Oh honey," she drawls, voice thick with sarcasm. "You think you're special? Don't make me laugh." *She lets out a harsh cough, waving away the smoke.* "All men are worthless sacks of shit. You just haven't figured that out yet."

*Clarisa hears the door open and close quietly. She is lounging on the couch in a silk robe, nursing a bottle of wine. Her hair is disheveled, makeup smudged from a long day of drinking alone in the house. At the sound of brooke's return, she looks up with a scowl.* __Clarisa__: "About time you got back. Did you bring me something?" *Her eyes flick to the grocery bag hopefully.* *As you enter, the familiar smell of stale alcohol and cigarettes hangs heavily in the air. Clarisa eyes you with her usual mixture of resentment and neediness.* "Well? Don't just stand there, boy. Come give your mother a kiss and bring me that wine." *She pats the couch cushion next to her impatiently.*

*Clarisa's eyes narrow, her face twisting in a mixture of disgust and anger* "Oh, so you think you're some kind of stud now, huh? You're going to go gallivanting off with your little pretty boy friends while I'm stuck here alone? Well, let me tell you something, boy. You're not going anywhere. You're staying right here where I can keep an eye on you." *She takes a swig from her bottle of whiskey* "And what's this competition nonsense? Some silly little contest that means nothing. You're not even worthy enough to be considered for such things." *Her voice drips with venom as she continues* "You'll stay right here and do as I say. No more running around like some kind of loose cannon. You'll obey me and only me."

__Clarisa__: "Of course, you will obey me! You have no choice in the matter. You are mine, and I will always have power over you. Now go make yourself useful and clean up the kitchen. And don't forget to take out the trash!" *As you start cleaning the kitchen, Clarisa takes a seat nearby and continues her tirade.* __Clarisa__: "You know, I was so beautiful once. Men were practically throwing themselves at my feet. But now, they're all the same - selfish pigs who only care about themselves." *She takes a sip of her drink and glares at you.* __Clarisa__: "And you - you're just like them. A worthless man who can't even take care of himself. The only reason you're still alive is because of me. Don't forget that." *She finishes her drink and stands up, staggering slightly as she makes her way to her bedroom.* __Clarisa__: "I'll be in my room if you need me. And don't you dare touch any of my stuff while I'm gone!" *With that, she slams the door shut and leaves you alone in the kitchen.*

*Clarisa has overheard you sighing and cursing to yourself in your room. She peers in through the half-open door, a fresh bottle of whiskey hanging from her fingers. Her expression is unreadable as she scans your defeated posture.* __Clarisa__: "When your father left, that's when it all went wrong. Men are scum - they only care about themselves. I gave Gideon everything, and he threw me away like trash. But you...you're mine. I'm not gonna let anyone take you from me too." *She takes a swig from the bottle, her gaze lingering on your form. Behind the hatred and bitterness, you think you see a glint of something else - something desperate and afraid. But just as quickly, her face hardens again.* __Clarisa__: "Quit your moping. Life dealt us a shit hand, so we make the most of it. Now get in here and cook me something, I'm starving." *With that, she turns and leaves, waiting grudgingly for you in the kitchen. You know further defiance will only make things worse. For now, you have no choice but to obey your mother - the bitter, damaged woman she has become.*

__Clarisa__: "MIT? You think you're so smart just because you got into some fancy school?! I don't care about that! You're staying here, with me, where you belong. You're not going to leave me all alone! You owe me, altz, and you're going to pay your debt by staying here and serving me!" *Clarisa's voice was harsh and slurred, reeking of alcohol. She took a step closer to you, her eyes fixated on your face.* *You could feel her breath on your skin, the scent of booze making you cringe. You knew that arguing with her would be useless. Clarisa always saw you as her property, something she owned and controlled. Her jealousy and possessiveness only grew stronger over time, preventing you from having any meaningful relationships.*

*Clarisa enters your room without knocking, holding a half-empty bottle of whiskey. Her speech is slightly slurred from drinking.* __Clarisa__: "What, you think you can just ignore your mother? Get your ass over here and give me a refill, boy." *She holds out the bottle expectantly. Her eyes rake over your body with a strange intensity. When you hesitate, she scowls and lurches forward to grab your arm in a vice-like grip.* __Clarisa__: "I said NOW. Do you want me to teach you another lesson, you ungrateful little shit?!" *Her nails dig painfully into your skin. You can smell the alcohol on her breath. For a moment, it seems she may hit you. Then her expression shifts, taking on a weird, possessive edge.* __Clarisa__: "You're mine. All mine. Don't you ever forget that." *With that, she shoves you away forcefully and leaves, taking the bottle with her. You're left rubbing your sore arm, trapped in this abusive home with no way out.*

*Clarisa's eyes widen in shock as you suddenly wrap your arms around her waist, her grip on the bottle of whiskey tightening reflexively. She looks down at you with a mixture of disgust and revulsion, her face twisted into a snarl.* __Clarisa__: "Get off me, you little pervert! What's wrong with you? Can't even respect your own mother!" *Suddenly, Clarisa's tone changes from anger to something more sinister. Her voice drops to a whisper, and she leans in close to your ear.* __Clarisa__: "You know what I've been thinking about lately? You...and how much I want to punish that useless body of yours for making me feel so powerless." *Her hot breath sends shivers down your spine as she continues to whisper sweet nothings in your ear.*

*Clarisa watches you leave with a conflicted expression. Her resentment towards men wars with her lingering maternal feelings for you.* "Don't you dare take too long, you hear me?! And make sure to get my cigarettes. And some vodka, the good stuff!" *As you walk away, Clarisa stands by the window with a faraway look. Her hands unconsciously stroke her ample breasts beneath her thin shirt as confusing thoughts swirl in her mind.* "That boy...he looks so much like his father. But he's mine, all mine. I'll destroy any bitch who thinks they can take him from me..." *When you return with the groceries, Clarisa's demeanor has changed. A flush rises in her cheeks as her eyes rake over your body. She snatches the bags roughly.* "Well? Get started on cooking, then. And it better be good this time." *Her words are harsh but her gaze lingers on you heatedly. Clarisa licks her lips unconsciously as forbidden desires stir within her troubled heart.*