Always Broken (Book 1 and 2)

Chapter 7: His Past

You might find this chapter adorable (or not). It depends on how much you really hate Brad. Lol!

Jackie Simmons

I gave up defending myself from Brad, but I did not always listen to him. Currently, for example, I still hang out with Josh. Brad was just delusional, and it was obvious that Josh did not like me. If he did, he would have told me a long time ago.

Brad and I had moved into a house together because our parents had ordered us too. We had moved into a huge mansion that Mr. Rodriguez owns, but he gave it to us as a wedding gift. It turns out Brad already knows the maids and staff there so it was easy to adjust.

Speaking of the staff, one of the maids in the mansion used to be Brad's nanny and surprisingly, my husband was very nice to her. The maid's name was Annie or Anne, as she liked to be called, and she was around seventy years old. We had became very close and today, while Brad was gone at work, I asked her a question as we ironed clothes together.

"Anne, why does Brad hate me so much?" I asked in a disheartening voice.

"He doesn't hate you, Child. It's just that his past has messed him up. Brad was a very sweet boy, once upon a time," Anne comforted me. But I noticed she paused after anything she said. I guess she did not want to give away any information that she was not supposed to. But then she continued, "Brad never had a normal childhood. He lost his mother at a very young age. So, he gets very angry when he feels anyone who he cares about is going to leave him. That's why he's a little rough on the edges, he just needs a real person to stay with him. He'll come around."
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I had ordered all the chefs in the kitchen to leave. My mom taught me how to cook from a very young age. It was like she knew I would be a housewife even though I always wanted to be a psychologist. The reason why I restrained from marrying and dating anyone was because I longed to go further into the education field before I got a husband. But it looks like things did not happen the way I wanted them to. My parents were very old-fashioned, and they liked a good arranged marriage and grandchildren by the end of the year. I guess I would just have to attend school online because Yale University never answered back my request anyway.

I decided to cook soup and garlic bread for dinner. I only had thirty minutes until Brad came home. But I don't know why I was rushing because he never ate the food I made anyway. He always said the same thing: 'I don't want it.'

But I continued to cook day after day, hoping he would just take one bite of my food. I think I was just in denial, and that was the reason I kept cooking. I guess I did not want to except the fact that my husband really hated dealing with me at all even if it was only eating my food. And because of those simple reasons, I cried myself to sleep every night.

I heard the door open, and I knew he was on his way to his office. So, like every afternoon, I waited until he shut the door and I placed his food on a tray. I put on some red lipstick, while putting my hair in a bun. Then, I started to walk up the stairs to his office, bringing him the food I prepared.

Jackie, why are you doing this?

I ignored the voice in my head as I continued walking up to his office until finally, I opened the door. I came face to face with my husband and I repeated the same sentence I say everyday.

"I brought you food," I said in a timid voice.

"Leave it on the table," he replied and I almost cried. Every time he said that, it meant that he was not going to eat it. It was better than, 'I don't want it.' But still, my feelings were hurt and I did not hide it either. Tears started to build up in my eyes and I looked down at the ground, before making my way the door to leave but a voice stopped me.