Heart of Pains

Chapter Five

Hannah's POV

What I saw made me pause. His black hair was brushed back, showing off his caramel eyes and sharp jawline, which was ready to cut anything. This dude is pure perfection, but his character is a disaster.

He took a seat opposite mine as I looked down and went back to eating, but I noticed that he had not yet touched his food.

"Should I feed you, or should I dump your ass outside? Because if you're thinking about your pride that has just been busted, I don't care about that shit. You had better eat; besides, I don't kill pure perfection of art. You're handsome, and I'm going to manage that, but as for you, that shit is a disaster," I said. My harsh words made his face turn red with rage, and he glared at me, hate spewing from his eyes.

"How dare you!" he yelled. I rolled my eyes before making a sarcastic statement.

"Dude, it's nighttime. You better stop yelling like one of those plastic bitches you like to fuck."

His anger quickly turned to embarrassment, and he couldn't look me in the eye. He seemed really humiliated. I wished he was one of those cartoon characters. One of the ones you could see steam coming out of their ears when they're mad. He looks so funny right now. I want to laugh, but I'm too annoyed.

After a few minutes, his anger returned and he leaned forward so he was in my face, glaring at me frostily.

"Why can't you shut the fuck up, bitch? You think you can control me like you did to your dad and led him to death?" he asked.

Shocked by the cruelty of his question, I banged my fist on the table. It was so forceful that everything fell off. But I didn't care. I was too upset as I stood up to confront him. I aimed my finger at his angry features and spoke with a growl.

"You better stop judging a book by its cover. You are not perfect yourself." And with that final statement, I had lost my appetite. So I turned on my heel and walked out of the kitchen to my new bedroom, trying to lock away my pain before it surfaced.

My room was cozy yet spacious, and most importantly, it had a balcony in the back.

I took my guitar and walked to the balcony, looking up at the sky with the bright white moon and the twinkling stars before my gaze returned to my guitar. I stroked the chords; before you knew it, I was singing my heart out.

However, my singing was interrupted by my cell phone ringing. I quickly picked it up, noticing it was my kids.

"Hey, baby," I said to my older child, Leo.

"Mommy, we miss you. When are you coming to see us?" he asked.

"I'm coming to see you and your sister, baby," I said. "And speaking of, where is she?" I heard Mariel's familiar, sweet giggle in the background before her loving, angelic voice filled my ears.

"Hi, Mommy!" I laughed fondly at my daughter's bright, bubbly voice.

"Hi baby, it's good to hear your voice. I miss you and Leo, but I'll come stay with you tomorrow." I could hear them jumping excitedly before I looked at the clock and cleared my throat. This made them stop before I heard their nanny, Katherine's voice.

"All right, children, it's time for you to go to sleep," she said. I smiled lovingly as I thought of their matching pouts over the phone, their eyes going all big and sad. I was then snapped out of my thoughts by their voices.

"Goodnight, Mommy, I love you," Leo said.

"Goodnight, Mom," Mariel added, pouting. She was so adorable.

"Awww..... Mommy loves you both with all her heart," I said, blowing a kiss. They did the same before we ended the call.

I know you all are wondering how I have two kids, but that's a story for another time. It was a nightmare, but I love the result. They're my happiness, and I'll do anything to protect them, even if it means trading my life for theirs.