broken

chapter 1

EMMA🌸🌸🌸🌸

'Get the hell out of this house! you make me sick! you and your rats! my husband screamed at me.

no! no! I'll never leave this house, it belongs to me...i worked my ass off to buy this house! you have no right to throw me out and call our children rats!!!!
if anyone has to get out, it should be you!

i fell to the floor.

he slapped me..

my cheeks were red immediately. i could feel them burning.

tears moved freely on my face like they've been fighting to come out.

he grabbed my two daughters, struggling to hurt them but
with my weak body, i rushed to him.

"No please, leave my babies alone" i cried. i was weak but i didn't care, i was hitting him as hard as i could.

jason!!!! please!! they've done nothing wrong! i was really crying...my head ached so much, my heart ached worse.

as i tried to pull him away from them, to loosen his hands from them, he hit me once again and this time, i went to heaven.

i could barely open my eyes....they were sore.
with much effort, i eventually did.

i looked at the ceiling, it was different. i looked left and right, it was different too. Everywhere was white, even my clothes...white!

where am i? i thought.

then my aching began, i felt a sting on my arm as i looked at the plastics of liquid passed into my vein...i was shattered immediately.

in the hospital!!

why am i here?? what happened?? i wondered.

yes! i remembered! i fell to the floor.

he hit me, again. my head was starting to ache so much.

my babies!! where are they?? are they safe??? sorrow filled me again as tears filled my eyes.

just then, Mrs potter (nanny) came in with two lil girls but i could barely see a thing, i recognized Jenna's hair and of course, the next girl to her would be Jane.

my babies! my World....the tears were pouring freely now.

Mummy!!! Jane and jenna cried as they struggled from the doctor to run to me on my sick bed.

they looked healthy and i was glad about it although jenna had a fancy plaster on her neck. i could tell why. i ignored the plaster and hugged my kids.

as long as i had them, i didn't care about any one else. not even the devil.

they are my life, the reason i stayed with the devil. i didn't want a broken home for my angels and i didn't want them to suffer like i did daily.

the Two of them climbed my bed without even minding the pain they felt. i was shedding tears of joy because they worried less.

Jane climbed higher to my chest, used her small hands to wipe my tears.

'Mummy, you'll be fine, okay?

i didn't answer, i just nodded.

instead of worrying about herself and her sister's pain..she worried about me.
i held her tight, jenna held my fingers. i wasnt allowed to sit yet so i held them both as they hugged me too, Mrs potter stood there, crying and holding my legs.

two days passed, nobody but my daughters and their nanny came to see me, didn't bother me one bit..i had my girls.
i was discharged from the hospital eventually after a week. out of curiosity, i asked where Jason was.

Angel? where is daddy? he's supposed to pick us up.
did you give Mrs Potter the note i gave to you?

yes mummy, jane replied.

good girl!

after 16minutes, Jason drove by.

i didn't look at him, i took my kids to the car and sat with them in the back seat. he uttered nothing and i ignored his presence because my kids and my bed where all that mattered. he drove us home.

DAN🐾🐾🐾

where did i go wrong to marry an ungrateful bitch like you?? i asked my wife.

'go to hell' she said

it was 7a.m and my wife couldn't be a wife to stay home, take care of her newly born babyboy. Our son. she was about going to hit another party with her friends.

why cant they talk to her? she is so selfish...what kind of friends did she have? gold diggers like her. Birds of the same feathers flock together but my wife is a lost bird...

i could hear the baby cry.

Hannah!!! the baby!! i called the nanny i hired to take care of the house since my wife wasn't fit to be a wife.

the cry stopped and he was back to sleep.

'i should be the mean one here' i thought loudly.
i travel all around to make her comfortable, to give her the best, i sleep 5hours a day just pay for her car and expensive clothes and all she wants! I'm only 33years old and i look 78.

she was like a gift God gave me for losing in a war or something. how did i get stuck with her? no idea.

on my way out to work, i had only walked to my car that was parked outside my mansion when i saw her. she is very beautiful but looks sad..i couldn't tell what but my soul never stopped looking at her.

she's in the back seat with two beautiful but small girls looking at my house.
it is a beautiful sight so they couldn't help but admire my home, they even waved at me and you could tell they were very happy.

i wave to them and smiled too.
my eyes followed their car as it went to the second street.

she's beautiful! and so natural, entirely different from the Godzilla i married. she looks like the girls in such a way. maybe she is the elder sister? or the mom? nah, she is too young to be a mom...or maybe the nanny?

no, nannies dont look like the babies they take care of....well, sometimes they do though.

i shivered at the thought of Hannah looking like my son.

that's what you are when your family is beautiful! happy.

i thought. or so i thought.

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