Love's Unwritten Contract

7

"Ophelia! Come on, wake up. I need you to count for me, opal... Come on, please wake up!" a voice came back into earshot as I stirred from the black pit to where the light was over, baring as I went to open my eyes. I groaned, seeing my father, mother and Izabella all hovering over me. My breathing picked up once again. "Dominic.." I groaned, shielding my eyes from the light, only to see the figure I'd started growing Accustomed to coming into a few while the others fled from around me. The one time I was grateful was when he settled his figure, blocking the light from my view; his hand found mine as I was carefully brought up to sit against something, my head spinning. " you were out for almost five hours. I tried calling-"

" you have no idea what you're doing with her Dominicc. She is practically a child that you're married to! You don't need to be taking care of children only, so maybe if you-" Bella's voice came into My register. I glanced around, my eyes shifting comfortably to suit the lightning that came about. My eyes fluttered open and closed a few times before my eyes trained on my mother. Her eyes filled with panic and concern while my fathers. Iike is usually filled with rage and hate. " im fine mum.. Not the first time this has happened. And I always pull myself out of it because that's how I was raised." I mumbled and looked at Bella " if its what he wants fine get the fucking papers ill sign them so I can stop having you breathing down my neck and I can go about my life with dealling with my blacking out from the stress and over build of emotion because I dont know how to express it so my body grows to tired to the point it gives out. As for him not knowing ' how to take care of me.' he has done more for me then the years you tried blocking what the man did to us. I found out the hard way." I spoke slowly, getting up. Oakley was standing in the doorway of the living " oakley.." I would mumble, forcing myself to walk over to the small child who looked as if he was on the verge of tears " hey I'm okay.. It happens.." the small boy wrapped himself around my leg. " mama, you scared me.." his little voice was just soft enough for me to make out. I froze slightly. 

Mama?! Whoa, no, no, correct him. You aren't his mom. You are nowhere near fit to be a mother! 

The little voice echoed as it screamed at an Annoyingly high pitch. I crouched down and hugged the boy even though those thoughts were screaming protests.

I kept quiet. "I'm okay, I promise, sweet boy." I would confirm to him that I was, in fact, fine now. I just needed to lay down. I was jolted slightly as Bella grabbed my shoulder. " MAMA!? No, this woman isn't your mother, Oakley." she snapped, almost as if Bella knew the battle she had tried fighting was no longer hers and she would no longer win. Dominic stood up, walking over, his eyes dark, unlike I've seen before. " andersons. Get the hell out of my house. None of you are welcome here anymore." he snapped, causing Oakley to hide in my chest, almost knocking me off balance.

"That means you too, op-" Bella's snarking tone filled the room. My father grabbed her arm. " last I checked she was my wife. Izabella. Opehila Ivangroskiis her name. So don't you dare have that tone?" Dominic's voice echoed throughout the room, and Oakley clung to me tighter. " opal Christmas at our house, please. I hope to see you all there, please.." my mother's voice was soft. It's been a while since I heard it. I nodded, unsure if I could walk into the house again after my last interaction. With that, there are three. But yet, there was no sign of Ella. "We have to go to Christmas dinner there.." I would mumble, picking up Oakley, heading over to Dominic's side, and watching them three pull out of the driveway. " what? No, not after what happened today Ophelia. Like hell I'm about to bring Oakley there either." he spoke, his hand finding itself around me as he carefully pulled me closer. I tensed slightly as his arm brushed against my back. "Ella needs to leave that place. I'm not leaving here there without the protection.. I know what it's like," I whispered, my voice breaking as I stared at the transparent reflection of myself in the window.