PS Series

Motherhood Part 1

work in progress (I need help editing)

Prologue

It was a peaceful night on September 5, 1997. Until the smoke slowly began to creep up the stairs from the kitchen, making its way into the master bedroom. The smoke formed a cloud that looked like an awful dirty blanket that had been left outside for way too long. It laid heavy on the cool fall air. A man and his wife laid fast asleep in their bed, unaware of the impending danger waiting to make its presence known.

The man slowly moved half asleep in a sleepy daze, slowly waking up with smell of thick, heavy smoke filling his lungs. He jolted up when he realized the smell of smoke wasn't a dream, it was real. He pushed at his wife trying to wake her up. Hearing the cry from their daughter for her mom from her room. His wife woke up finally with a few firm pushes and him shouting "Lily get up! GET UP!" Darting up, she screamed "Chloe!". They both looked at each other and they just knew what they had to do.

Lily ran down the upstairs hallway with wet towels she had gotten from their bathroom and draped them around her, to Chloe's room she gathered up the 3-year-old and wrapped her in the wet towels that were on her.

As the fiery monster devours the walls and floors, she ran through and down the stairs,only to run into the maid and her kids. Lily left Chloe with them while she went back upstairs to get their other child but found themselves locked in the room with no way to escape. The butler and the maid ran to Ontario with Chloe and their kids never to be seen again in a town in the outskirts of Toronto, Ontario.

That's when the lies started to happen for what would feel like ages. Once you start a lie, no matter for what reason or cause you must keep to that lie till the end.

Part 1

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P.S I loved You

Motherhood

Chapter *1*

22 years had passed since that horrific day, I recently had to move back into the parent's house of Mary and Joseph Butler. My name is Chloe Heartthorn. They had a small house on the outskirts of Kingston, Ontario. I hated that house, the door crept open eerily silent. How the wood stove could get so hot that you could burn anything just by being near it. How unfinished and unsafe everything was in the barn outside.

Or how cold my room would get in winter because I stayed in the barely working barn. I always had to bring up extra blankets to bed to counter the icy colds of the winters. My parents tolerated me. I don't know who was happier when I moved out for college, them or me. My brother on the other hand got everything he wanted and more. Even though I did everything. Honestly everything, housework, yard work I even picked up a part-time job when I was 15 to pay rent and pay bills.

I guess this was their answer to parenting their son. Son got angry at me, so they sent me away. Sometimes I felt like my parents hated me. They definitely made it obvious. By saying things like "I shoulda left you at the door we found you." "Fuck off you little slut". I think my Mom hates me because my dad took special care of our nighttime routines as he would call them. I never went to the police about it because I just thought it was something that happened in all families

They completely cleaned out my stuff just in time for the person who was arranged to pick me up. All I could hear was a shout from my brother asking why I got to go to the tropics and he was stuck with them "Son, you do not want to be going to the family she is going to." Then my mother slammed the door to the kitchen. Anyways, my brother and I got into a fight that night. We were having dinner in the kitchen. I had informed my brother couldn't use my room for his guests.He got upset and punched me at the diner table. In return, I called him a spoiled brat while holding my face. Before I knew it. My parents had called someone, about an hour later, I was being packed up and sent to the airport in Toronto.