Golden Eyes, Broken Heart

Chapter 13 - Part 2

Carried on straight from the last chapter, that was just a bit of a fright to get your attention haha.

Chapter 13, Part 2

"He's just sleeping sweetheart," Ro-sa-lie whispers to me, coming over to cuddle me. Water is running down my face but she wipes it all away with her soft hand. "Do you hear that beeping noise Jake?" I stop sniffling and listen. Beep. Beep. "That's your daddy's heartbeat," Daddy. I stand on my tiptoes again even though it hurts and put my little hand over his big one. He still doesn't move. "Do you want to stay here with him Jake? We can go home if you want." my toes start to sting and I have to let go of his hand again. I turn to look up at Ro-sa-lie's pretty face as she watches me. "Stay." I whisper, I try to walk over to her but fall on my bum. She smiles, "Okay, but it's bedtime so we have to be very quiet," I flinch when she lifts me up off the floor and puts me down on the bed beside daddy. She lifts my top over my head and puts it down on the bed. "Jake, who done this to you?" Ro-sa-lie asks, her soft eyes staring at the scar on my shoulder. "No." she whispers, running her hand over another scar on my chest. Water begins to gather in her eyes and I reach out to brush it away. "Did he do it to you?" I turn to look at daddy. His soft skin and messy hair. Daddy looks like me. And daddy is pretty. "Did he Jake?" I look back at Rosalie, nodding slowly as I try to remember what happened. Daddy shouting. Mummy comes in my bedroom and starts to shout too.

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"You're scaring Jake!" Dexter hisses to his girlfriend before leaning over the dark blue baby crib to soothe Jake who is staring at him with wide eyes. "It's okay little man," he whispers, lifting his baby son up into his arms. "Here, give him to me." Dexter's girlfriend mutters with a sigh, "I'll go and give him a bath." Dexter eyes her suspiciously for a moment before carefully sliding his half naked son into her arms. Jake trembles quietly as his mum carries him into the bathroom and the already full bathtub. "You took daddy from me. Yes you did," she whispers threateningly into his ear as a thin razor pierces her son's shoulder. The water turns red as Jake whimpers.

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"It was mummy," I cry, "mummy done it." Rosalie shushes me calmingly, lightly rubbing my back with her hand. "It's okay," she folds the quilt over and slides me under it, pulling the soft cover up to my chin. "Sleep," she whispers. I turn onto my side so I can rest my head beside daddy's. Sleep.

My eyes drift open to see sunlight pouring in from the window. Rosalie is asleep on a couch in the corner. And I turn to see golden eyes staring down at me and Daddy's smiling lips.