October 26th, 1990. Nightingale Hospital, Bristol UK.
A woman holds onto the bedsheets of what felt like her deathbed. As yet another contraction hits. The doctors have left her be, her boyfriend lacked presence and her dilation slowly increased. Being offered no epidural simply for the fact that no one believed that her child was coming soon.
So, alone and still crying from the pain she struggled to tell herself to at least try to breathe regularly, and she practically felt the blood leave her face as her body told her it was time to push.
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October 29th, 1990. Felix rd, Easton, Bristol UK.
Music reverberated around the home as the woman opened the door with one hand. The other held a car seat. The detachable kind. The house was a mess. Curtesy of her boyfriend and baby father. Beer bottles, burnt spoons and the occasional needle was scattered around, some on the table, most on the floor. She winced at the dump. Placing the carrier on the counter
"Daniel!" Anastasia called out, walking through the house, "Daniel, I'm home sweetheart, you can come out now!" She placed down her bag next listening out for the expected sound of her five-year old running down the house's steps to meet her. She frowned seeing the sunken look he had. "Did you eat yet, Danny?" She asked, bending down to be level with the boy. Sighing is he shook his head. "Papa didn't feed you?" Another head shake. She sighed, mentally asking herself why she was still with such a useless man. But the thought of her parents and family telling her that they told her that he was no good quickly took those thoughts away. She'd hate to be embarrassed by finding her family to be right. She was always the rebellious one after all.
So, taking the initiative she sent her son to sit down instead putting her baby into his crib after setting on a pot of macaroni and starting to clean. Waiting for her boyfriend to get home from what she guessed was the bar. Not like his lazy ass went to work anyway. And though she was in pain and her body ached from recently bringing a whole human into the world. She knew what she had to do to keep her family functioning, and that in itself overrideded any want for rest. Especially since she knew that if she didn't do it, no one would.
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Notes:
I struggled to make this, I hope writing gets easier lol- its just that I didn't really expand on our MC's home life before he relocated, bare with me for these first few chapters!
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Opal
General FictionThis story follows the life of a boy. Who finds himself lost and overly submissive to almost every man in his life. This story is fiction but has been in my thoughts and discussed about for over one and a half years. Please read tags.
