Mercy

by SeleneDucky123

This is the story of a young woman with disorders that causes her to look like a small child. For her entire life, she wanted happiness and love from a man and a family she could call her own. Her past is dark and full of blood due to her violent behavior, But she is willing to do anything to reach her goal. Anything at all. (This story is inspired by Leena's story and others.)

25. Constance

I have changed the month to January, for the story to take place in Winter.

"Goddammit!" I mumbled in my Hungarian. I glared at myself in the mirror. "I can't believe I have to do this all over again!" I complained. Today was my first day of school. My second time in third grade. I examined my face, my face painted with youthful makeup. My golden hair was primly curled and glossy.

I must endure the misery of repeating the third grade again!

On the bright side, at least Alyona would be going to school with me. Thankfully me, my two little daughters, and Alyona are all going to attend the same elementary school.

I gazed at myself in the mirror with a frown. I anticipated constant torment and bullying when I enter the school. I stood out like a sore thumb with my frilly, outdated dresses and ribbons. Today, I wore a white frilly dress with a matching ruffled skirt. I desired the day I will able to dress normally.

Then there was a light knock on the door. I heard the sweet voice of Alyona. "Mercy?"

I headed over to my bedroom door and opened it a crack. Alyona appeared at my doorway, her hair was tied into a long ponytail. She was dressed in a cute black skirt and a hot pink pink long sleeved blouse.

She looked adorable as a button. "Are you ready?" She asked me in a small voice. I could sense the nervousness in her.

I forced out a cheerful smile. "Yeah! This is going to be fun!" I exclaimed. Alyona clasped her hands, biting her lower lip. "I guess." She whispered.

"MERCY! ALYONA! TIME TO GO!" Wanda shouted from downstairs. I felt my hatred for her boiling in my chest. Just her voice infuriated me. "Fuck you! Fuck you, Wanda!" I screamed in my head.

But my outer voice was meek and innocent. "Coming, Mommy!" I shouted back.

Alyona inhaled and exhaled deeply. "Yeah.." She mumbled under her breath. I grabbed her hand gingerly and led her downstairs.

As we headed downstairs, I saw the rest of the Weiss's children waiting downstairs.

"Oh my God.." Cody looked at me with great annoyance. Morgan spitefully giggled at me. She took a quick snap of me on her cell phone.

Melanie witnessed this, gasping sharply. "MORGAN!" She raised her voice. Her voice was brimful of strictness. "DELETE THAT NOW!" She commanded. Morgan rolled her eyes. "Shut up!" She hissed.

"MORGAN!" Wanda's voice boomed, making Morgan to flinch from the intensity. "Delete that picture now! Do not send it to anyone!"

Morgan rolled her eyes and evaded her Mother's blistering glare. Angrily mumbling under her breath, she looked down at her phone. "Deleted, happy?" She snapped at her twin sister and Mother. Wanda was not having it. She pointed a stern finger to the front door. "Car now!" She barked. Morgan huffed and hurried out the door.

"Dumb bitch." I said in my head. Guess I am dealing with another Gabby.

Sabrina's eyes lit up with delight. "WOW! I LOVE YOUR DRESS!" She complimented.

I smiled broadly. I did love Sabrina's sweet nature. (God, I miss her so much!) "Thank you." I said softly.

Melanie chimed in, brightly and happily. "Wow, that dress is so adorable!" She chirped. Wanda was smiling ear to ear, then I am blinded by a sudden flash of a camera. I blinked and saw Wanda taking me and Alyona's picture.

"Awesome, girls! Happy for your first day of school?" Wanda grinned.

My hands turned into tight fists. "Yes, Mommy." I replied. Wanda turned to Alyona.

Alyona gulped. "Yeah." She said sheepishly.

Wanda nodded excitedly like an idiot. "Come on! Come on!" She urged. We all went outside to the SUV. Sheila was already sitting the car with the car door wide open. She was seating in the backseat, she was occupied with homework to notice me sitting next to her.

I looked down at her homework. It was a math sheet filled with sixteen questions of division and multiplication. Sheila was a diligent child. I watched her as she swiftly wrote down the calculations of most of the problems on the paper.

Wanda got into the driver seat. Melanie was sitting in the passenger seat. Melanie turned around in her seat to look at me and Alyona.

"Are you two ready?" Melanie cooed. I feigned a ebullient attitude. "Yeah!" I squealed.

Melanie was a kind soul. "Well you can talk to me if you have any problems. I know two kids that really wants to be your friend!" She said.

Wanda started the car and began to drive. "That's really nice, Melanie." Wanda praised.

Melanie beamed. "Thanks," She stared Alyona in the eyes. "Their names are Mary Kate Johnson and Jillian Campbell. They are really nice and they told me that they want to sit with you two at lunch."

Alyona gave Melanie a small grateful smile. "Thanks." She whispered.

I gave Melanie a genuine smile. I did like her. She seemed to be a tenderhearted soul. If Mercy was a real person, I would cherish her as a older sister. Sabrina was in the second backseat with Morgan and Cody. "I'll sit with you two too!" She declared.

"Thank you." I chirped.

Alyona was silent as a mouse. She was near the window and stared out of the window for the rest of the ride.

"Don't worry, Alyona. You will have fun." Wanda encouraged. Alyona doesn't remove her eyes from the window. "I hope so." She muttered in a soft voice.

"I am." Wanda reassured. Then with that we pulled into the parking lot of the school. When we parked, Wanda beamed."We're here!" She rejoiced.

Then me, Alyona, Sheila, and Sabrina all exited the car. I stared the massive brick building. Waves of children flooded the parking lot.

Sheila was in a rush, she impatiently ran towards the school entrance. Wanda gasped sharply when she noticed Sheila running to the school. "NO! NO!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Sheila flinched and stopped in her tracks. Like a whirlwind, she spun around with a blistering glare. "What?" She shouted.

Wanda beckoned her to come back to the car. "Picture time!" She pulled out her camera out of her thick purse. Sheila looked around, as if debating if it was smart to just run off. But Sheila sullenly walked back to us.

Wanda was too happy to notice Sheila's annoyance. She ordered all of us to stand in a row to take a photo.

"Alyona and Mercy's first day of school!" She exulted. "SMILE!" A beautiful smile was printed on my face when she took the picture.

Sheila then sprinted straight for the school seconds later. "SHEILA!" Wanda hollered. But Sheila didn't stop and spilled inside of the school.

Wanda exhaled wearily, she let this incident roll down her back. "Have a good time, girls!"

"Yes, Mommy!" I beamed. I grabbed Alyona's cold hand and led her to the school. Sabrina was following us like a shadow. But since Sabrina was in the first grade, she had to go into a different part of the building.

Sheila was in second grade and was on the same floor as third grade. But Sheila was nowhere to be found. Me and Alyona were lost in a sea of new faces.

Alyona kept close to me, her eyes was shimmering with timidity. Children stared at me. I heard cruel giggling and whispers around me. I knew they were gawking at my outdated outfit.

"I think we're in Class 219." Alyona told me. She pointed to the classroom down the hall. We walked through the sea of children to the classroom. The classroom was wide and open. It was tastefully decorated with beige colored wall. There were at least ten children already in the classroom, they were sitting in their desks, talking among each other. My teacher, Mrs. Hicks sat at her desk, scribbling on paper. She was a middle aged African American woman with curly black hair and brown eyes.

When she saw me and Alyona, she gave us a maternal smile. "Hi, Alyona, hi, Mercy." She greeted us. She got up from her desk and extended her hand to me. I promptly shook it, looking her directly in the eyes. "Pleasure to meet you." I said politely.

She then extended her hand to Alyona. "Welcome." Mrs. Hicks smiled. Alyona shook her hand limply. She said nothing out of shyness.

I took a step to the desks, I wanted to sit in the back. But Mrs. Hicks had other plans. "Wait, we need to introduce you two to the class."

I feigned a cheerful smile to hide my disdain. I stood next to the teacher, flashing all students with a broad smile.

When all of the students gathered inside of the classroom, Mrs. Hicks introduced me and Alyona. "Class, this is Mercedes Weiss, but she likes to be called Mercy." She introduced me first. I flashed the class a beautiful smile and I even forced myself to give the class a friendly wave. I eyed all of the children, trying to see who was friend or foe. All eyes were drawn to my odd fashion choice. Then my attention is glued to a petulant brat with straight light brown hair and brown eyes. I would learn that her name was Marissa. She sat in the front and stared at me with a cocky grin.

"Welcome to class, Mercy. I hate to break it to you, but your dress went out of style in the 1600s." Marissa mocked. The class erupted into cruel laughter.

"Marissa!" Mrs. Hicks scolded. Marissa did not appear afraid, she was still giggling among her friends. I glared coldly at this brat. I will not be tormented by snotty brats!

"Enough, stop!" Mrs. Hicks commanded. The laughter ceased after a few seconds. "Marissa, do not make jokes like that!" She rebuked.

I smiled at the teacher's defense of me. Alyona appeared overwhelmed. She stared at the floor with innocent timidity.

"Class, this Alyona Weiss! Her and Mercy are our new exchange students!" Mrs. Hicks announced.

Students began to cruelly snicker. "So we have little Miss. Victorian Princess and the Mouse girl!" I heard Marissa mocked to her friends behind her. The children snickered and gawked at me and Alyona, as if we were freaks.

Alyona, blushing profusely, made a haste to the first desk she saw and sat in it. I shot a defensive glare at everyone who was laughing and I sat down right next to Alyona.

The laughing ceased and Mrs. Hicks started class. I was burning up with anger. I tightened my fists, struggling to keep calm. How dare these brats mock and tease my little angel? I wanted to hurt Marissa badly. She needed a lesson.

But sadly I know I can't. I can't afford to be violent and be caught red handed. So with strong willpower, I allowed the incident to roll down my back.

Lunchtime was not better. The lunchroom was booming with noises from the rowdy children.

I never found the girls Melanie was talking about. Me and Alyona sat alone at a empty table.

"Shit." I commented on my cold meatloaf.

I glanced at Alyona, she was miserably picking at her food.

"Alyona, what's wrong?" I asked her. "Marissa?" I added.

Alyona nodded. "Yes, I….I….don't know what I did for her to make fun of me." She confided. Emotional tears swelled up in her eyes. "What did I do?" She asked me.

I felt pity for this child. She was a sensitive soul with low confidence. I smiled at her. "Nothing, Marissa is just a bully." I told her with a smile.

Alyona sighed heavily. "I know. But this is the first day of school and everyone already hates us!" Alyona wiped tears from her cheeks.

I put a warm hand on her shoulder. "It is okay, I promise. Ignore them, Aly." I advised. Alyona inhaled and collected herself.

"You're right." She whispered submissively. She gave me a small smile. "Thanks." After lunchtime, it is recess. There I was finally able to see Sabrina.

Sabrina was energetically playing on the playground, chattering with her many friends. Sheila was nowhere to be found. I briskly walked to Sabrina. She was happily playing on the monkeybars with her friends. Her little friends noticed me and giggled at my fashion. I ignored the little brats and focused on my daughter.

When Sabrina's eyes laid on us, she was filled with delight. "Mercy! Alyona!" She beamed. "Wanna play with me?"

One little girl with blonde hair stuck out her tongue at me. "Ew..no!" She cried. "She's a weirdo!"

Sabrina frowned. "Mercy isn't weird. She just likes dresses!" She defended.

Another little girl that is African American cruelly giggled at me. "She looks like she is ready for Halloween! She looks like that weirdo Constance girl!" She mocked rudely.

Sabrina became upset. She sat on top of the monkeybars, she glared at the African American girl. "Stop it!" She cried. "Stop being mean to Mercy!"

I rolled my eyes at the cruelty of the children. I can't believe I'm being bullied by second graders.

Her friends ignored her and continued to tease me. I tuned them out, I would not allow myself to be tormented like this.

"Where is Sheila?" I asked.

Sabrina appeared sad. "She's in the office."

My eyes widened with shock. "What?" I gasped. Sabrina nodded. "Yeah she was really upset and started yelling at the teacher. She was screaming at another girl and the teacher told her to leave the classroom. Sheila just argued with her and she made her go to the office." Sabrina sighed.

I frowned. Sheila is going to be a challenge for me. Argumentative, stubborn, defiant. I have no idea how to deal with a child like this. This is the only thing I can understand Wanda on. Morgan is a bitch, but Wanda can lay down the law. Melanie is the golden child, so Wanda barely had to yell at her. Cody is a dick going through puberty, and Sabrina is a sweetheart. Sheila has mental issues, so parenting must be difficult for Wanda. Cole was a gentle soul that could tame the unbridled defiance in Sheila.

I must be like Cole. Clearly Wanda's method is not working. "I will talk to her." I vowed.

Sabrina shook her head and dropped off of the monkey bars. "When Sheila is really mad, it's best to leave her alone. If you don't, she scream at you." She warned.

I nodded.

"GO AWAY!" The blonde girl hollered with a dumbass smirk. "HALLOWEEN PRINCESS, GO AWAY!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. Other children looked at me and Alyona.

Sabrina glared at the girl. "Stop it! Or I will tell the teacher on you!" She threatened, she pointed a strict finger in the girl's friend. "Stop bullying my big sister!" The blonde girl huffed and ran away.

I smiled at my child's selfless action. I loved how she is defending her Mommy.

I walked away to give Sabrina privacy. I wanted to go inside, I had no interest in playing. Alyona followed me like a shadow. We both sat on a bench near the opening of the school.

Then it happened. The fateful moment I met Constance. A young girl caught my eye. A girl that was hauntingly my height and size wearing an outdated dress. She wore a frilly, soft yellow dress with a white ruffled skirt. Dark tights and Mary Jane slippers. Her curly hair was a chestnut brown, like the bark of an oak tree. She had porcelain skin, high cheekbones, and brown eyes. She wore black ribbons around her neck and wrists. The girl was wandering the playground alone, she stuck out like a sore thumb.

She reminded me of me. When the girl aimlessly walked towards us, me and her met eyes. She appeared shocked, her eyes studied me as she passed by. She flashed me a beautiful smile and gave me a affable wave. She doesn't stop to talk to me and kept walking around the playground.

Alyona was gawking at her. "Wow, she looks just like you, Mercy." She remarked.

"Yeah. She does." I mumbled. I felt like I was looking at myself in the mirror. My bafflement was short lived and I dismissed the girl in my thought.

Then I caught something else in my eye. "Shit." I muttered lowly. Marissa with her flock of friends rolled over to me and Alyona with stupid grins on their faces.

Marissa was visibly cocky, with a toothy grin. "Hi, Mercy!" She spoke in a mocking tone. "I heard you're from Estonia? Do they have a retard camp there?"

Three girls stood behind her, giggling and chuckling like idiots.

"Good one!" A dark haired girl cheered. I rolled my eyes. "Go away!" I ordered. This just made Marissa even more cocky. "Getting upset, Mercy?" She arched up an eyebrow. "What's wrong, Halloween girl? Getting mad that no one is going to go to your cross dressing party?"

The girls exploded into laughter.

I gritted my teeth, I did my best to restrain my rage. I balled my fists as I shook with anger. Then Marissa's eyes darted to a sheepish Alyona. She preyed on Alyona because she knew Alyona was easy. "What?" Marissa teased.

"Cat got your tongue, Mutey?" She taunted.

Alyona blushed profusely. "No...no...I have nothing…...to say.." She muttered. Marissa leaned in and screwed up her face. "What did you say? Talk louder? Why are you mumbling?" She teased coldly. Alyona lowered her eyes to the ground.

I shot up from the bench, with unbridled rage in my chest. "You fucking bitch!" I shouted directly in her face. Marissa took a step back with a shocked expression. She did not think I would react like this.

Then Marissa's confidence resumed. A prideful smile formed on her face. "Shut the fuck up!" Marissa snarled.

"NO! LEAVE HER ALONE! OR ELSE!" I growled darkly.

Marissa giggled. "Or what?" Marissa challenged. I took a aggressive step towards her.

Alyona got up from the bench and grabbed my wrist to restrain me. "No! Stop, let's just go." Alyona begged urgently. "Come on, Mercy!"

I glanced at her, then back at Marissa. I wanted to batter this brat black and blue. But my reasonable side forced me to listen to Alyona.

Marissa rolled her eyes and laughed. "Stupid bitch!" She mocked me. Then me and Alyona hurried away from them. Once recess was over, I had to go to the bathroom. I asked Mrs. Hicks to go the restroom, leaving Alyona alone in the classroom.

When I entered the bathroom, I found Constance applying her makeup in the mirror. She gasped when she saw me in the reflection. No other soul was in the restroom.

Constance turned to me, I raised an eyebrow of confusion at her smirk.

"Hello, Mercy." She had a sweet Russian accent. But her sugary voice did not match with her sly smirk. I looked at her as if she had two heads.

Constance took a step closer to me. Her vibrant brown eyes studied me from head to toe. "What's your name?" Her sweet voice dampened into a serious tone. Her eyes narrowed at me. I felt my stomach churn. I had no idea what was going on.

"Excuse me?" I said flabbergasted. "You just said my name." I pointed out.

Constance rolled her eyes. She looked at me as if I was stupid. "Your real name." She insisted.

I felt great pressure building within my mind. My legs turned to stone, my heart thundered in my chest. I questioned my fear. Why the fuck am I clamming up like this? I examined Constance. She looked like a normal little girl. But there's something about her that frightened me. Her eyes were cold as ice, completely devoid of humanity. No childlike innocent emitted from her. I glanced at her makeup case, then back at her.

Constance eyed me like a hawk. "What's wrong, Mercy? Forget your real name?" She taunted.

I felt chills up my spine, I took a cautious step towards the stall. "I….I..um…" My voice trailed off as I opened the nearest stall door. I felt disturbed by this girl. I wanted to be far away from her.

Constance doesn't move from her spot. Once I'm in the stall, Constance raised her voice. "I know who you are. I know what you're doing."

My heart dropped, my bladder nearly leaked. I forced myself to remain calm. "What?" I gasped.

"Come on, I know who you are." Constance teased. "Just admit it."

Anger grew in my chest, all of my confusion was replaced with frustration. "Who are you?" I hissed.

Her voice echoed through the restroom. Her voice is firm and stern. No sweetness or tenderness resided in her tone. "You are Alanna Petrov." She said.

NO! NO! NO! NO! WHAT THE FUCK? NO! NO! I wanted to scream, kick, and cry at this moment. Livid emotions boiled inside of me. With a full bladder, I shot up from the toilet and sprinted out of the stall. I ran so fast that I slammed myself face first into the wall.

I felt sheer terror from having my real name. My lungs tightened, preventing air from entering my lungs. I swallowed heavy amounts of air to feed my lungs with oxygen. I was sweating beads at this point. I was bursting with anxiety. My composure has vanished.

Gasping for air, I turned to a cocky Constance. I knew that this girl was not normal. I feared that this brat was going to reveal my identity. I would be hauled away to prison.

Constance rolled her eyes at my anxiety. "Calm down. I'm not going to tell." She reassured. I was not convinced. I wanted to run out of the restroom. Away from this girl. I considered killing the girl right here and there, but I would be caught red handed either way.

"Look, I will not tell anyone your secret." Constance said softly. Then a radiant smile grew on her face. "I'll tell you my secret." She offered.

I managed to collect myself despite my stress. I was afraid that some child would walk into the restroom. I stared directly into Constance's eyes. "Secret?" I breathed.

Constance took a confident step close to me. She spoke to me in Russian. "I am Tatiana Volkov." She revealed.

My eyes widened. Is she like me? I just stared at her in baffled silence.

Constance seemed to have read my mind. "Yes, Alanna. I'm like you. Dressing up like a child and pretending to be an orphan." She said bluntly.

I spoke in Russian as well. I dropped my facade because no child could know this. "Why are you telling me this?" I demanded skeptically.

Constance smirked. "Because I've been stuck here with these little tots all day, now I see you. Someone who is just like me. I knew who you were. I heard of you. You're that woman who was locked up in the Vaarne institution. I heard about your disorder and I heard that you escaped."

I raised an eyebrow at that. My trial was popular for a couple of months. My facade of Mercy was never revealed to the court. I was charged with murdering my clients. I did dress up like Mercy, but I was playing a nameless little girl who was just eyecandy to pedophiles.

I scrambled my mind, trying to remember if I ever heard of this female.

"I murdered several men before I was caught. I was constantly on the run. I was with a family for a short time, but then things did not work out." Constance admitted. I was shocked by this girl's openness.

Time seemed to slow down.

"I have a hormonal disorder. Hypopituitarism. I'm 32 years old. You're 30, I believe?"

"Yes." I breathed. My heart thundered in my chest. "Why are you telling me this? What do you want?"

"I found someone that is just like me. I have nothing against you." Constance admitted. "I just wanted to make sure that me and you know each other's secrets."

I nodded, a solemn look printed on my face. I was still not convinced. This girl has my darkest secret in her hands. She could blackmail me and make me do whatever she wanted. This woman is a madwoman.

I still had to pee. Constance smiled at me brightly. "I just want to be good buddies with you." She told me. "You don't tell my secret, I won't tell yours. Just remember that." Constance said firmly.

I went to the stall and did my business. My head was swirling wildly from all of this. "Bye, Mercy!" Then I heard the restroom door close.

When I'm done, I felt like I'm going to faint. "It's okay..it's okay.." I whispered to myself excessively. I thought about Mrs. Hicks. I have been gone for a long time. I washed my hands and hurried off to the classroom.

I was utterly silent for most of the school day. I didn't see Constance for the rest of the day. When Wanada picked me and the girls from school, I was quiet as a mouse for the whole ride. Ignoring her curious questions of my first day. Melanie was chattering with her Mother, happily talking about her day. Sabrina sat in the backseat, chattering with a withdrawn Alyona. Cody and Morgan were glued to their addictive cell phones. I was terrified that all of my hardwork, my love for my beautiful daughters, my love for Cole could be crumbled and smashed at anymore! It is not fair! I felt walls of tears building in my eyes.

When we arrived home, I bolted inside without a word. My silence seemingly disturbed Wanda. "Mercy, are you okay?" She shouted from outside as I spilled into the house. I had no plans to tell Wanda anything. I'm not going to tell a soul.

I feigned a cheerful voice to shut her up. "YES, MOMMY! I'M JUST TIRED!" I excused. I hurried upstairs before anyone else. I desired the internet. I wished I had a cell phone in my possession. I made my way to Morgan's bedroom. Her door was wide open, I could see her laptop laying on her purple bed.

In a haste, I entered her bedroom, shut the door, and locked it. I scurried to her bed and grabbed her laptop. When I opened it, I was fortune that Morgan did not shut down her laptop. The laptop was alive with multiple tabs open.

With brisk fingers, I typed in the search bar, Constance's real name.

It took me many tries to find the right articles about this woman, but after eventually I did. I scanned the information I learned, I felt excitement for some odd reason. Excitement that I was accomplishing getting information.

I learned that Tatiana, (Constance) was born in Estonia, but raised in Russia. At age, nineteen, she murdered her Father, her stepmother, and her Father's mistress. She stabbed her Father and stepmother multiple times. She bludgeoned the mistress in the head with a hammer. Tatiana burned the house down and managed to avoid the authority for a full year. What she did during her run is unknown, but she was discovered in Tartu, Estonia, being a prostitute. Tatiana was charged with ten counts of murder. She murdered several clients and other prostitutes.

Her trial had several family members claiming that her family life was abusive and "mentally damaging." There were allegations of sexual abuse, emotional abuse, and physical abuse against the stepmother and the Father, but they were never proven. Tatiana was deemed insane and sent to a mental institution.

The last information about this girl is that she has recently escaped and her whereabouts is unknown.

Next chapter will come. Reviews and thoughts. I am working on the other stories, Infection, the Avenging, the WD, Only Us, and etc. Please leave reviews and thoughts.