Chapter XIII
"Talk about identity crisis." Lana sighed, after silently checking in on her estranged daughter, who was, at the moment, fast asleep in her room. Her husband was asleep on the couch after a long days work.
After those long years feeling lost and helpless and worrying about her little Kyla, she was back. She had her precious daughter back in her life. There was just a tiny complication. Kyla apparently couldn't quite remember her, at least not in the front of her mind. Perhaps, buried deep somewhere in her mind….
Lana sat down by the window sill, smirking wryly at the dark, swirling clouds overhead and the insistent pounding of the rain. She curled up by the window sill, drawing a black blanket around her.
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Flashes were flickering through her mind.
A tornado. Clark Kent. Freezing rain. Running into an abandoned building. Sleeping on an old couch. Fear. Pain. Mike Bennett. Mike screaming and punching her. A woman carrying her out of a courtroom. David bruising her arm out of anger. Maria Sullivan. Countess Margerét Isobel Theroux.
Lana.
Her mother's soothing voice.
Lana Lang.
A sudden, hot, searing pain as her arm was burned on a white hot piece of metal.
She screamed.
Lana jerked out of her rather uncomfortably doze and immediately headed to Kyla's room. Clark could sleep through an earthquake. Lana entered her daughter's room and gently tried to calm her daughter, her hands lightly pressing on her arms. Almost at once, Kyla's eyes snapped open and she jerked away, falling off the bed.
The mother panicked slightly, before catching sight of the ugly black, green and blue bruises on either of Kyla's arms. No wonder she had pulled away. Those must feel completely awful.
Kyla settled herself back on her bed, putting a good distance between her and Lana. She regarded her mother closely, silent.
"You really are my mother." She said shortly, her green-hazel eyes betraying her lingering confusion.
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Four Months Later
Maria Sullivan-Ross sighed, staring at the clear blue sky. It was a relaxing Sunday afternoon, and she was lying on the grass on the side on a hill. Her life had been so hectic since she had pointed out that Kyla was in her class. She, her mother and father had helped Clark and Lana slowly associate Kyla with her new surroundings.
Kyla had been extremely skittish the first three weeks. Not that she could blame her; after all she had been through. Being abused as a child, taken away from her mother, having magical powers, getting taken in by an unsuitable man and raised by him, thinking that she always had to earn his approval and forgiveness.
Maria snorted darkly as she thought about David. The unstable man had been put in prison, and was currently serving his fifty year sentence on the counts of kidnapping, assault, forging legal documents, and fraud.
On a happier note, Clark and Lana were expecting a baby girl. They planned on naming her Laura Chloe Martha Kent. Kyla seemed thrilled about becoming a big sister. Finally having a bit of normalcy in her life was a big step.
Maria had properly introduced Kyla to her friends Seth Olsen and Caroline Rangel. The second they were all in a group, they seemed to become the quartet, as her mother called them. They were nearly inseparable.
And the three girls were on the same soccer team. They were really, really good too. Kyla was middle back, Maria was right forward and Caroline played right midfield.
"Maria?"
She looked up, and saw Kyla and Caroline standing a few feet away. "We're meeting Seth at the movies. Cry Wolf. You coming?"
Maria rolled her eyes overdramatically and got to her feet.
"Of course I'm coming. I've wanted to see that movie since it came out." She linked their arms together good-naturedly.
"Movie time, girls!"
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Very short ending, but I didn't want to change it.