Her Most Powerful Possession

Miss. Blair Richman was a girl that had everything.

She knew right from wrong and how to get anything she wanted. Normally she would ask her dear mother but sometimes even mother dearest couldn’t help with what was going on. Blair always thought that mother daughter bonding activities included gossiping, painting of nails, and telling each other about crushes. But Blair’s mother had something different in mind, she always did.

Trixie Richman was a widow with a mind of a villainous snake. When she had Blair with Ross that’s where her first secret started. Ross wasn’t Blair’s father. And because he was so blind by his wife’s pregnancy he couldn’t do the math. He never did find out Blair was someone else’s child, not even on his deathbed. But, that’s when Trixie’s plan started and when she roped her daughter in for a life of crime and lust.

The first couple crimes were simple, stealing from jewelry stores and from people on the streets. But as they started ranking in thousands of dollars Trixie knew her daughter could do better than small stores that were by malls and in districts. She brought her to casinos by the age of eighteen and made men fall for her in a matter of hours.

Blair was easy to fall in love with when she was acting like a ditzy, sultry, blonde. At that point she already had men bringing out their priceless jewels and lending them to her for the night. Then they’d ask her out on a date and Blair would always say yes. It was easy for her to get them to propose after almost a week. She’d say something life changing to the poor old men and suddenly they’d say keep the ring, necklace, and earrings while running off.

She loved it.

After almost two months of doing this she racked in millions and millions in dollars after selling them for more than their real price. She’d explain her poor old fiancee had run off one night and never came back which in turn would leave the buyer speechless and they’d put more money on the table then imagined. All while she patted away fake tears and her mom gave the buyer a pouty face.

They ranked in millions and millions without thinking of the consequences that could leave them on the run or worse, in jail.

“Mother.” Blair asked.

“Yes, my child?” This was something Trixie got used to saying. There was never a Blair or baby, it was always my child.

“When will this stop?” She asked.

One thing about Blair was she experienced burnout very fast and sometimes this job could leave her in a terrible mental state. That mental state made her stay up past four a.m and do things that didn’t benefit her health. Smoking, skipping meals, and pushing herself till almost passing out, those were just a few. But don’t worry, she only smokes when she’s stressed.

Her mother laughed and it shook the common room they were sitting in. “It will never stop, my child. Not until we get what we need and it makes us powerful.”- The fire crackling in the background made it feel like a black and white movie where in the next scene, gets shot at from an ‘undefined’ source- “We won’t stop until we have too.”

“I’m sick of the red dress mother, I’m sick of everything about it. The makeup, the gold on my wrist, the lying, and making helpless men fall.” She said, showing off her ground.

Her mother laughed again and got up to walk towards the kitchen. She walked to the cabinet and got out the sleeping pill that quite literally knocked Blair out. She crushed them up and put it into Blair’s teacup before pouring in the bearable hot water. She placed the two cups on the tray and walked back into the common room that was only illuminated by the fireplace.

“I don’t want the tea, Mother,” She started. “It--”

Trixie clasped her hands together. “How about you take your tea in your room tonight, my child. You’re already in your pajamas.”

Blair looked at her mother with fear in her eyes. Trixie thought that was a look of love. Why? Because Blair looked at her mother like that all the time, her mother never understood why she could be so scared of her. She was only helping her.

“Fine, mother.” Blair got up fast and walked up the gigantic flight of stairs towards her room.

Trixie followed after her with the tray of tea in her hands. She held onto it tightly as she watched Blair get into the covers and grab a book that was on her nightstand. Another thing Trixie deprived her child of was a phone, TV, and anything that could tell the outside world about what was going on here.

Blair extended a hand towards the teacup and stared down into its foggy resemblance. She looked at the crushed up medicine and looked up at her mother who had a smile etched onto her face. “It’s only tea grounds, my child.”

“Right,” She hesitated while bringing the teacup up towards her lips.

“Remember to drink all of it, my child.” Trixie reminded her daughter.

Blair looked up at her mother. “Would Daddy want me drinking this?”

Trixie straightened up as she heard her daughter call Ross her father. That’s another secret that Blair and Ross share, they didn’t know who the real father was. “Of course, this was your father’s favorite.” She used the same exact trick with him. Instead the last time resulted in some complications.

Blair downed her tea and opened the book to start reading. Trixie smiled down at Blair and gave her a kiss on the forehead before exiting her room and walking to her own. She got ready for bed like she did every night. Cream after cream, serum after serum, and a jade roller. She didn’t know what it did, but it had to do something for her skin.

She rubbed on hand lotion as she walked back to Blair’s room to turn off the light. Blair’s door was wide open and she was in a deep sleep after fifteen minutes of drinking the liquid. Trixie flicked off the light, pulled the blankets up on Blair, and made sure the window was locked tight and that the alarm system was on. It’s to keep out the monsters. Trixie thought to soothe her nerves.

As soon as Trixie’s head hit her own pillow she was out cold. The two ladies that lived in a mansion in the middle of nowhere were safe and sound.

Not ready for the hell that would unfold.