Destructive Decisions (Lesbian Story)

The Fallout

Chapter 11

(Amelia's P.O.V)

Hearing Devan say those words to me, it broke me. To finally hear someone else say it, instead of just trying to hide it, caused the emotions of losing her to swell up inside of me again. I was unable to meet Devan's threatening gaze as I slid down the wall to the floor, unable to stand any longer.

"I'm not going to tell anyone, if you tell me about her." She finally stated, cutting through the silence as I thought about the young girl. I was finally able to meet her eyes, tears threatening to spill over mine as her face softened and somehow she had slipped out of her handcuffs, which I hadn't seen her do, to sit in the chair directly in front of me. I sighed, letting my walls fall like the Berlin Wall had done, meeting her gaze weakly before smiling softly. After a small silence where I gathered my thoughts, I began....

"Her name is Isabella Maria Barbati, and now I think she is almost six. I thought that I still liked men at the time, and the fathers name was Martin something, I don't even care to remember anymore. Well, Martin was my boyfriend at the time, and his family just loved me to death, and my family loved him, so basically it was a 'you date him or we'll hate you' kind of thing. After dating for over a year Martin had given me an engagement ring and we were set to be married in the summer next year. Well, our plans sort of derailed when I found out that I was pregnant, but our families were overjoyed. At the time that I found out that I was pregnant I had been on the police force for a little over a year so I wasn't excited about taking maternity leave when the time came, even though I had wanted to have a child. Martin was a little skeptical of me working while I was pregnant but since I didn't even have a bump yet he paid it no mind, for the time being. But, once later, when we had found out the gender of the baby, a girl, that's when the bullying started. He started to say that I was endangering the baby by being on the force, telling me that I wasn't being a good mother to her, and that he was the father and he knew best, even though he wasn't the one that had to carry the being in him for nine months."

I stopped my story as Devan chuckled and took the note pad and pen and began to write down some of the details of my story. "Why?" I asked her as she smiled at me, I felt that this was the first time that we had actually had a nice moment. "You do it to me, so I can do it to you. Now, describe how he looked and then go on with your story." She ordered. I smiled and shook by head, trying to find my train of thought...

"Let's see, god I don't even want to remember when I was attracted to him. He had blond short hair, green eyes, he was about 6 ft. 2 in. and he had a muscular build. He was from Massachusetts so he had an accent. Anyway, after that started happening, even though I was an officer and didn't put up with that shit while I was at work, I let him. He made me believe that I was going to be a bad mother, but I was raised by a proud Italian mother, and I knew in my heart that I would be as great as her. Finally, as it was getting closer to her due date, I was put on maternity leave and constantly in pain and could not sleep. So I would sit in the rocking chair that we had put in the nursery for her and I would sing her all of the Italian songs that my mother had sung to me over the years, and if she didn't like it, I would feel her kick, and I'd just move to the next song. God that baby was demanding, but I loved her as much as a mother could. Then came the day that my water broke suddenly while I was in the kitchen trying to cook breakfast for Martin and I. Of course I was terrified and started to yell for him, some in English, some in Italian, which he never took the time to learn, that asshole. He ran downstairs in his boxers for Christ sake and asked why I was yelling at him while I was standing in my wet pajama bottoms, trying to forget about the pain. He finally understood that my water had broke after I had struggled to get it out through my pained breaths, and got the bag that we had already packed for this, and drove me to the nearest hospital. She was born at four that day and weighed a healthy 6.5 pounds and hair, my god that girl had a full head of hair."