Pierce Your Heart (Jealousy book 3)

Chapter 28 : Anything

Destiny

I'm hot.

The only thought I can say is consistent in my mind alongside my kids and my Brandon....And my mom that I havent seen in hours.
I do not know where they have gone with her.
I only know that I am nauseous and hot...

Nauseous , hot and more angry than I have ever been in all my days.

I have been someones hostage, twice in my life and both times are excruciatingly unpleasant.
Well its official i am a statistic.

Everyone in the goddamn room who is crash bate for kidnappers or if people who have big guns and jealousy or greed as incentive to kill them, please do raise your hand.

I sigh rolling my eyes.

If my hands weren't tied being my back to this chair I would rasie them both.

A little sarcasm does help when you see nothing to have humor in, especially when your face is covered with a black material bag, that you barely see through when its day or time to give us coconut water to drink once a day, before the sun goes down.

"Just enough to sustain the corps,"lex would say " Make no sense to waste food on dead people does it?"

I really have no feeling in my hands anymore, because of how long they've been behind me.
My breast is starting to fester, and has the smell of rotting skin.

Great.
Just fuckin great.

I hang my head, as the head ache I have worsens with each thought.

And my Brandon is out there fighting a war against those who killed his brother and father...
Against the people who are framing him...
And those same people now have me and my mother.

I should feel very lucky, knowing who he is,
And that in a times like this I can count on him to be there.
To try anything to protect us....or atleast get us home.

But I really do not want him to come here.

They plan to kill him upon sight, if he does show up here.

And I cant live with that. I just can't.

I have already come to grips with dying.
Having cancer for nine months can do that to a person's mind.
I have been conditioning my mind to go.
But damn doe it hurt to get hope. ...just a little hope...
To be with your family,
Love them..
Make memories..
and have it be torn from you so soon after.

This black bag is really coming in handy to catch these tears.

I shake my head.

I've never wished so much in three days that he didn't love me...
That I had left that day when I found out he had murdered Nyjah..well when we all, including him thought he did.

I wish i had never came back.
Sure, I'd send our babies to live with him, like I did do.
But I should have stayed away...
I should have.

Cause only then would he not be in this situation ready to die to save me and my mother.

And I cannot lose him..
I...
I...
I can't

My chest pained me with both the infection of my breast and the pain in my heart.

It may be selfish to even think like this...to think him losing me is better than me losing him...
Cause it isnt.
I know what his heart feels,
I know who he is..
He'll never forget...he'll never allow himself to be happy after that.
He believes I am his life. ..
And I do not know why I don't tell him differently.
He was Brandon Pierce before me...