Chapter35 Chelsea Confronts Mary

Their animosity towards each other has reached an all time high. Mary feels her presence on the other side and thrusts open the barn doors; stepping out to confront her nemesis. They meet tonight…face to face…for the first time. "You don't look too good, Chelsea;" Mary taunts, "having a rough time are we?" Chelsea's silent for a moment before uttering in her low, raspy voice, "Where's Tommy?" With a smirk on her face, Mary tells her, "I don't know." Chelsea repeats, "Where's Tommy?" Mary mocks her foe, "Where's Tommy? Where's Tommy? You know what your problem is, Chels'; you've got this one track mind that derailed years ago. Reality check, you killed Tommy; you smashed his head in with a hammer. Tommy doesn't want anything to do with you; he wants you to leave him alone. Look at what's happening to you; you're running out of time, you know. Why don't you do you and the rest of us a favor and just move on. Trust me, no one will miss you. No one cared about you while you were alive…and, no one cares for you now that you're dead. Forget about Tommy; just go." Chelsea, now with a decrepit smirk on her face, asks Mary, "Where's Delilah?" Mary scowls. "You bitch! You moved her body; didn't you, bitch! You moved it so they wouldn't find her; and then, Beth wouldn't believe me! It doesn't matter though, I still have Anna's trust; you don't have that. And, you're not going to; not if I have anything to do about it. Face it, it's over for you, bitch; get lost!" The smirk leaves Chelsea's face as she slowly raises her arm, extending it out in front of her while balling her hand up into a tightly clenched fist. Mary immediately drops to her knees and grabs her head. Chelsea begins telepathically constricting Mary's brain. Mary's in excruciating pain as she collapses to the ground into a fetal position; still clutching the sides of her head, violently convulsing. She's shrieking horrific cries, while her body writhes from the unbearable pain being inflicted upon it by Chelsea. Chelsea tortures Mary for several minutes before unclenching her fist and lowering her arm. The pain begins to subside, and Mary stumbles to her feet; still rubbing her head. "That doesn't change anything, Chelsea…you're still a bitch!" "Where's Tommy, Mary?" "Go to Hell!" "Not without you. Now, tell me; where is Tommy?" "I don't know!" "You're lying, Mary. "I'm not lying!" "Where's Tommy?" "Christ, you're dense! I said…I…don't…know…where…he…is!" "Find him, Mary. Find him and send him to me." Chelsea starts walking back towards the woods. Angered…and embarrassed…by her recent attack, Mary allows herself to momentarily become empowered with a newly discovered false-sense of bravado. "And, if I don't?" Chelsea slowly turns around and starts to raise her arm again. Almost immediately, all her recent assuredness and confidence in herself deserts her; and, even before Chelsea can fully extend her arm out, Mary raises her hands out in front of her and cedes. "Okay, okay! If I see him, I'll tell him you want to see him. But, that's all I can do. I know he doesn't want anything to do with you though; so, don't count on him going out there to find you." Chelsea lowers her arm, turns around and walks off into the woods. Mary goes back into the barn, walks over to a stall and looks down into it. Tommy's in there crouching behind the gate. He looks up and smiles. Mary smiles back. Beth realizes that Anna's life's in danger until some type of resolution's made between Mary, Chelsea, and Tommy. Beth goes to check on Anna in her room. Within a few feet from Anna's door, she suddenly stops, turns and looks to the stairwell. Beth, for whatever reason, feels compelled to go down to Mary's old room. As she gets closer to Mary's bedroom, the door opens and the lights turn on. Beth reaches the doorway and looks into the room. Mary's sitting at the vanity table, brushing her hair in front of the mirror. There's no reflection of Mary in the mirror…all Beth sees is herself standing in the doorway. Mary stops brushing her hair and puts the brush on the table.