“You don’t understand.” Marta had heard Maria whisper, as Fernando pushed her back to see her puffy red face. Marta’s hands had started sweating as a wave of heat enveloped her. She’d felt her eyes widen. Maria had never opposed anything Fernando said.
“One evening Sonia couldn’t take Marta’s wailing no more. Sonia knew Marta was just hungry and I too, was crying. She looked at me and pulled me to her. She hugged me and said she loved me. She said she’d give her life for me and with that, she left. She came back, her tank top ripped from the top, with a can of milk for Marta and bread with chocolate drink tablets for us. She boiled water and put the tablets inside. She boiled water for Marta. We all ate and she gave me money. My sister wasn’t my sister the next morning. I never got her back.” Marta burst out crying again.
“Maria!” Marta had heard Fernando shout, making both Maria and her jump. She’d seen Fernando stand up abruptly. He’d started pacing around the room while brushing his buzzcut hair repeatedly then sat next to her. “You want her to kill our baby like she’d tried to kill her own daughter that time she wanted to throw her in the hole? Is that what you want Maria?” Marta had heard his deep, annoyed voice as his hands had tighten around Maria’s hands when she’d tried to move hers away. His eyebrows had furrow with impatience. “The past is the past. You can’t change it. She had to protect you, like you must protect our child. Do you understand?”
Marta saw how
Ruby placed her small hand on his shoulder then pulled him into a tight embrace. Eventually, Henry released his younger sister and held her at arm’s length, only then did he notice her own tear stained cheeks and trembling shoulders. He grasped her cotton wrap in an unconscious effort of comfort and readjusted it loosely across her shoulders, patting her protectively before dropping his arms to his side. Ruby reached up and pulled the wrap tightly across her chest and, despite the heat, Henry felt a shiver snake down his
She turned away and took a deep breath, wondering how to say it, and when she finally started, her voice was quiet. “I’m pregnant. You remember Ian, right? He was our high school friend.” Lawrence sat in silence for endless minutes, staring at Daisy, unable to believe what he had just heard, yet believing it. He could see in her eyes that she meant every word she had said. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. He nodded understandingly.
She said, ‘It was extraordinary, now, how clear her mind became all of a sudden.’ When she ran home from the grocers, she opened the door normally. ‘And she ran over to him, knelt down beside him, and began to cry her heart out. It was easy. No acting was necessary.’
“No, I understand, Father,” she assured him, looking down at the wood floors. After a few deep breaths she pulled her shirt up over her head, revealing her upper body to him, clad in only a bra now. She handed the shirt to him and put on the new shirt, a white long sleeve that was tight against her body. After a bit more hesitation she unbuttoned her jeans, slipping them down her hips to puddle on the floor. She was thin, showing the effecting of leaving in poverty for the past decade. Jeans were folded and place in Father’s Thorne’s hands, before she slipped into the sweat pants
Her mother called her, Ikena emerged and she was informed that her father was expecting her at their home. Ikena seemed frightened, my pulse quickened and thoughts raced through my mind. I wanted to protect her, but I fought my urges, she left and did not return. She must have thought I didn’t care, this, a lie I had become so good at telling that it was practically printed on my
"Oh really, why are you always in this room?" I didn’t answer her. I tried to keep a straight face, but it was hard too she had changed so much it hurt to look at her. The mother I had once known was almost gone. Her eyes had darkened and she had a smaller figure. Her perfect white teeth were now a perfect yellow, one that resembled the colored of old damaged books pages. "ANSWER ME NOW," she shouted with exploding words
Attempting to keep her composure, she tried to keep herself from crying. Shaky breaths escaped her nostrils as her eyes began to reopen, her vision may of been blurry - but she knew exactly what was happening in front of her. Visibly she was trembling, the once powerful woman now rendered completely helpless. She broke down, full on sobbing as he tainted her pure skin with his filthy cock. No matter what she did or said, there was no getting out of this situation - but god knows that wouldn’t stop her. Once more she grabbed onto his arm, not nearly as forceful as before. “Please… I just… I just needed the money. There’s a large bounty on your head, and… I - I couldn’t pass it down.” The somewhat muffled pleading would do nothing, deep down
Never run toward a scream, her mother had warned her each night as she smoothed Lara’s auburn hair from her forehead and pressed a kiss to her young brow. No matter what.
She wiggled frantically against the hard wall tried to set herself free but she was already growing lightheaded and weak in his grasp. “Stop-“ she gurgled on her words slamming a fist into his hands but they bounced off him the same as before. Panic set in, as he dragged her body along the wall with only the slip of lingerie to protect her skin. Amira couldn’t cry out of she wanted, her eyes watering up as he shoved
Valarie had become hot and distressed, almost afraid, so afraid. How could she be afraid of this tiny baby lying beside her? It called to her natural instinct,
Then her father released her mother, and once her mother had gotten her arms free, she swung back her hand, and wordlessly, slapped him; slapped him once, twice, three times, alternating with her hands, on alternate cheeks, until her father said. That’s enough, Engracia. And saying so, he took her hands in his, led her resisting to the bed, and made her sit down.
“And you said that you fought.” The feelings were all there, crashing against her repeatedly. “After… you came back to the car. Detective Thibault? Were you violent again to Detective Lambert?” Was that why he didn’t wish to return? She wondered. “Wait. To bring him back in with more than an assumption?” Doctor Ruslana pulled her hair back out of her face as she thought. “An assumption…? Of… what is to happen here? Or of your partnership? I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
into her. Capri popped the cork off the champagne bottle, and it ‘accidentally’ sprayed down over her front. The bubbly wine shot all over her, white and frothy.
Hellene took the keys by the tips of her fingers, making sure not to brush against the peeling skin of the guard. “Thank you,” she mouthed as she squeezed past them. She scurried down the stairs, her feet turning a bit bluer with each step as she descended. All that while, the cries of the baby lingered around her ears, so that she was no longer sure if a baby really was crying, or if she was just remembering the sound of it.
“Ok.” Alicia said. Alicia has the same first period class as me. Michael came up to Alicia. Michael is a jock and he loves beating me. “What are you doing with a slut like Mikena?” Michael said, venom in his voice and his eyes are wild. “Mikena is not a slut. She’s a princess.” Alicia said. I smiled. Michael walked away and the wildness never left away from his eyes. “You owe me.” Alicia whispered to me when Michael left. She pressed against my back and my ribs starting hurting from the beating yesterday. “Ok. I’ll make it up to you this one time.” I said. Alicia had a smile on her face. She looks so pretty. I traced the outline of her face. I