Matthew Espinosa Imagines

"I'm sorry." pt. 1

*Alex's POV*

I sit on the couch in my apartment watching Little Einstein's while my little boy Kian sat perched in my lap playing with his little white teddy that I bought him today.

While Kian watched TV with full attention, I petted his short dirty blonde hair which he inherited from my husband Matthew. He got his sea blue eyes from me and his personality was mixed from us both.

Kian leaned back on my stomach as if it was a pillow and started playing with his teddy.

"I think I'm gonna name it Kitty" Kian squeaks, studying "Kitty" with his blue eyes widened.

I smile wide and kiss Kian's temple, then say "You can name it whatever you like sweetie."

Kian starting playing with Kitty, placing it on his head and kissing it's head, until there was a load bang on our apartment door.

I jump and Kian does too. He then whimpers and hides his head in my chest.

"Mommy what was that?" Kian cries.

I take a shaky breath and try to hide my shaking hands under my legs. I trained for this, I trained for protecting my little baby boy.

I try to stay calm and make my voice steady as I then say "Honey how about you go get ready for bed and lock your door, okay? I'll be right in."

Kian looks at me unsure, but then sighs, jumps off my lap and runs into his bedroom with Kitty clung in his tiny hands.

I smooth my sweaty hands over my shirt and walk up to the door and look through the peephole first.

Oh my God. It wasn't a criminal or kidnapper...it was my husband Matthew.

I instantly open the door with a smile until I see that Matt's hand is holding a beer and he was tripping over his own feet.

I frown and my lips part in confusion. Was he...drunk?

"Matt?" I say in disbelief as he slips again and catches himself on our door frame.

"H-Hey!!!" Matt yells back, making my ears hurt.

I shush Matt and he glares at me as if I had just punched his eye. I didn't want anyone making noise complaints to the police so I tug Matt inside and lock the door behind him.

Right when Matt was inside, he slammed the empty beer bottle onto our wooden floor, making brown glass shatter everywhere and spread all around my bare feet.

I shriek and then keep my feet still so I won't cut myself. I take a long deep breath to calm myself and then say "Matt...where were you?"

Matt didn't answer me because Kian then suddenly came out crying from his bedroom, in his pajamas as I told him to but still sobbing his tiny eyes out.

""D-Daddy?" Kian cries, making grabby hands to Matt who was still drunk as a skunk and not even paying attention to Kian.

"Kian don't come near the glass sweetie you'll hurt yourself" I say motioning for him to back up.

Kian pouts and backs up but then Matt points his finger in Kian's direction and says "Kian guess what buddy? You were a mistake" Matt hisses, making me gasp and making Kian frown in confusion while holding back tears.

"MATT!" I yell, moving towards Matt to scold more until I felt the sharp glass shards under my feet, making me yelp and whimper, making me stay still and hold in my cries.

"W-What does Daddy mean Mommy? I'm a mistake?" Kian sobs.

I force myself to ignore Kian and scold Matt more. "Look what you've done Matt! This is the fifth time you've come home drunk and do you think this is good for our child?! A good influence, a good choice?!"

"Don't talk to me like that you pathetic bitch!" Matt yells as Kian cries louder for me.

My eyes well with tears as I finally force myself to keep walking, but not towards Matt, towards Kian.

I keep walking with the shards of glass in my feet, holding in whimpers as I lean down to Kian and whisper "Sweetie go to bed" my voice cracking as I say it.

"Mommy you're crying" Kian whimpers.

I say "Go to bed" again, but a bit sterner, but then the unbelievable happened.

It was all a blur. Matt grabbed my shoulder, whipped me around and punched me in the eye. I screamed, wailed, and felt backwards onto the floor while holding my black eye.

Kian screamed, yelled, as he was terrified seeing his usual sweet and loving Dad punch his Mom.

Matt hissed some slurred, cursed words at me that I couldn't hear from the extreme hot white pain going through my head, then he stormed out of the apartment without looking back.

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After all that chaos, all those tears and all that pain, I put Kian to bed after he stopped crying and after I assured him I was fine, then cleaned up the glass and treated my injured feet with out first aid kit.

As I did help my feet, all I could think about is where the hell Matt went...and if he would remember what he did to me tomorrow.

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Im sorry if this sucked! but I tried and I hoped you liked this one_direction_55 !

Pt. 2 will be published soon!!😘💗

- abby xoxoxoxo