Alessa rested the side of her face against her knees. Her gaze went just past LaCroix, and she looked like someone who was zoning out. Well, even despite that she was listening to LaCroix speak to her. Her mouth twisted into a frown, yet the expression she held in her eyes was one of sadness, and confusion. She wondered if her mother did love her. Then she started to wonder if she was even planned. Her mother had never been married, and that fact alone made the young woman wonder if she was an accident. Perhaps her mother had a one night stand, or worst yet, what if her mother had been raped?
That thought alone caused Alessa's to raise her head up quickly. Her eyes had become wide, and her mouth was agape. Oh god, what if that's what happened? What if she, Alessa, was the product of a rape? The very thought of that twisted her stomach. If that were the case then her mother would have every right to hate her. She almost started crying, but also realized that her mother might have had a one night stand. Or, perhaps more perverse had engaged in some kind of cult orgy. Alessa shuddered at that thought.
"I don't know if she does. I think she only loves me, because of what I can do. To her I'm not a daughter, but a simple tool that she enjoys when I do what she wants."