The Game Masters Obsession

My Worst Nightmare

Jazmon's POV:

"The Broken Angel

My tears streamed down my face as looked at my husband on the floor. My other half was gone, he could no longer smile at me and say it'd get better. How am I supposed to go on without him? My body shook, harder and harder with each sob. That's when I heard her sweet little voice.
"Daddy, why you so sleepy? Wakey up, mommy's sad." Allisa said while she shook my husbands shoulder. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her back, a waterfall of silky blue waves. She was wearing the new baby blue dress her father had gotten her. Oh how she adored her father. She turned to me, and there was tears in her large forest green eyes. "Mommy, don't cry. I'm here, so is daddy. We make you feel better." She said, her little lip trembling from the sadness she was feeling from me. It was as if my pain was hers to. My baby girl, how could I tell her this? What could I say?
"Baby, daddy's gone to sleep. And he won't wake up for a long time." I said, while struggling to breath. She looked down at her father on the ground, and then looked back to me.
"When will daddy wake back up?" She asked, her little brows furrowed as she tried to understand what I was saying.
"I don't know baby, I don't know." My voice was hoarse, and my head was throbbing from all the tears I've cried.
"Why's daddy got kechup on him mommy?" She asked softly, and I whimpered. Blood, it was blood. He'd been shot, and all because a man wanted my laptop.
"Daddy was making a sandwich, but he slipped and fell and squirted the ketchup all over himself and missed the sandwich. Then he feel asleep." I said softly, I can't tell her the truth. She giggled and looked at me, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Daddy so clumsy, and he forgot his sandy! Silly daddy!" She said with a smile, and I smiled at her. The ambulance will be here soon, I don't want her to see that. So I pulled out my phone and called my sister, asking her to come and get Allisa. She pulled up six minutes later, and quickly pulled me into a hug. When we pulled back we both had tears running down our cheeks. Why him? Of all the bad people in the world, why him?
"Allisa sweetie, what are you doing?" Brenda asked her. She was doing something to his body, what was she doing?
"I'm wiping way the kechup, Bwenda. Daddy will not wanna wake up  covered in ketchup, nobody wants to wake up in kechup!" Allisa  replied, and turned back to us with blood all over her. Oh god. I turned around, any second now I would puke my guts out.
"Well maybe he shouldn't have been so clumsy! When he gets up he'll have to walk his lazy but to the shower." Allisa giggled, and came back to us. Brenda told her to hop into the car, and that they were leaving soon. Before she got back into the car she hugged me once more, whispering words of encouragement. Words to ease some of my pain.  But it didn't work. She hopped in the car and I went to hug Allisa before she was taken somewhere else. When I was satisfied with my hug I went to turn away but she stopped me.
"Mommy!"
"Yes Angel?" I asked, and her childish expression disappeared. Her little face losing all hints of emotion.
"Father is dead mother, I know that. He won't wake up, he won't tell us everything's alright. He won't smile again, and he will never ever hold us again. He's gone. Thank you for trying to shield me from it but, there is no reason for it. I understand." She said. I stopped breathing, for a minute it was if my heart stopped. How did she know, we've never talked to her about death! She-she, my poor baby.
"Oh Angel I'm so-" I began.
"Don't call me that please." She interrupted softly. But she loved it when we call her that! She loved her nickname.
"I'm not an Angel, if I was an Angel I could've healed daddy and brought him back. But I couldn't. So I'm no Angel, if anything, I'm the Broken Angel." She said with a sad smile, and then she asked Brenda to get going. As Brenda pulled away, I watched with more tears escaping. Only the sirens of the late ambulance pulled me out of my thoughts. My thoughts of my husband, of my little girl.
The Broken Angel"

"What'cha doing?" I jump, HOLY SHIT! Growling I swing around and almost attack Andrew. Gah! I need to put bells on him so I can know he's there!
"Goodness, you scared the everlasting shit out of me! Couldn't you see I was doing something?" I said to him.
"Yes baby, and that's the reason I came in here, to see what your doing." Andrew said with a smirk. Assface, I shoulda let Starr beat him more before telling her he was my mate. Grrrr.
"If you have to know, I'm writing. Or at least I'm attempting to." I said with a grimace. My writings suck, like horribly. But Starr always said that its there, I just have to find it and write it down. She says I have the potential of an amazing writer, and I want to be great like her. So I will not stop trying. Andrew slyly grabbed my phone from my hands and read it, even though I protested and kicked him in the shin seven times. Finally he looked at me, then back at the phone and smiled.
"You are an amazing writer baby, you gonna show me some more that you've wrote?" He said sincerely. I blinked, what? I expected laughter.
"Uh sure, here are some more I have wrote." I replied as I opened up a new file.