Love's Unwritten Contract

4

( there is a small mention of abuse. in this chapter) 

A few weeks ticked by slowly until the day came when our house became empty to the point where it was only me, Dominic, and the sweet little angel Oakley. Everything was working out. I had my room to myself, and I didn't have to bother myself with Dominic. Most of my time was spent cooking, baking, and just keeping Oakley company while Dom was doing whatever he was doing in his study. " we can head out for a walk to the park if you want to," I offered to the little boy taking how his eyes lit up as a yes. Gathering a few snacks and a water bottle, I helped him get dressed as the weather was getting crisper as each day crept closer to December. Oakley stood by the door as I gathered his hat and mits while I tossed on my jacket and mits. " are we ready now?" I asked the boy, seeing him nodding his head. We walked out the door and down the street to the small park. The park was crowded as usual; I kept a close eye on Oakley as he ran around, jumping off small platforms here and there. About an hour had passed when he came running up wanting something to eat and snack on; after his little snack, we headed back to the house.

Walking up to the house, there stood a random vehicle in the driveway; confused, I picked up Oakley as I walked to the door. There was a bit of yelling back and forth between a female and a Dominic. I held my breath and opened the door to see Dominic face and a short female standing in front of him, facing away from us. I locked eyes with Dominic, staring at him, trying to figure out what and why this woman was there. " I want my son Dominic. You've kept him from me for four years." the small woman snapped at him as I quickly sunk downstairs with the small boy clinging to me as I lay him down for his nap. While I could still hear everything going on upstairs, I sighed, having enough of it due to Oakley still trying to fall asleep for his nap. I closed the door and carefully headed upstairs as the door slammed. I closed my eyes, grateful that there was nothing else going on to prevent the young boy downstairs from sleeping now.

I walked over to where Dominic was now hunching over the kitchen counter with a freshly poured glass of whiskey sitting in front of him, just ghosting his hand slightly. " can I ask who that was and what kid was she screaming about." I mumbled, crossing my arms barely, leaning against the wall, keeping my distance as he looked up, locking a gaze with me. " that there was the mother of Oakley who says I've kept him from her since she left him here on my pouch and did not show after until now." he babbled, downing the glass in one swig, before placing it on the counter. " It runs in the family, huh? Doing one thing but then doing the opposite and blaming the other person," he grumbled, staring at me. His eyes harden. " what do you mean runs in the family? Who was that." I spoke, looking at the door that had been slammed recently. His eyes gazed over mine before rolling his eyes. "Your sister Ophelia.." he said, " and I don't want to take Oakley out anymore." He grumbled, walking away. My heart snapped to the pit of my stomach. Izabella- that was her.. my thoughts raced as I headed to my room, trying to process that I could not take Oakley out anymore and that my sister had shown up again.

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A few days passed, and I had to keep Oakley inside, which he hated to the point he would throw temper tantrums, which I had to deal with. Dominic started ignoring me again. In contrast, Oakley slowly started distancing himself as well, but probably because I kept telling him we couldn't go outside cause his father said so. I stood in the kitchen after putting Oakley down for a nap when a knock came on the door. Groaning, I pushed myself off the counter to head to the door, then came another knock. " I coming. Hold on, god.." I grumbled, opening the door to face a woman with long dark hair and bright green eyes like Oakley's. "May I help you?"

I asked lightly, making sure the door was closed behind me so whoever she was wouldn't bargain like the look she had on her face intended. " okay, little girl I'm here for my kid. My ex has been keeping him from me the past four years." she went on, and my stomach dropped, thinking on the spot. My face lightened. "Oh, he and his son aren't here right now. They went out." I spoke lightly, " but also not to mention it is impossible for the child to be yours. I remember a very hard labour to give life to the boy. So you come here again and try to take him when he isn't yours I'll be sure to call the cops." I added, crossing my arms and staring, making sure I kept calm and relaxed, but it stopped when I was wrapped in a quick embrace, and my shoulder slowly started growing wet. I pat the woman back, unsure what to do at the moment. "Little opal... I'm so sorry.." at those words that echoed in my ear between soft sobs; it felt like my whole world came crumbling. "Bella-" my voice broke, and I pushed her off me gain composer even though my eyes welled with tears. " get off me.." I mumbled before stepping back inside and closing the door behind me. My back was pressed against the cold metal door. As the world grew darker and the walls slowly moved closer, the air thinned quicker than a blink of an eye. An alarm was going off for the cookies I made, but I couldn't find the movement to get up. The walls edged closer, and I slid down and curled in a ball, trying to close myself off the closing-in walls. The loud alarm sounded as if it echoed through my ears before everything went black.