Never Love An English

Pains Of A Childhood

Be Jake:

I'm Jake. I stared at my Momma. Every day or so, she kept putting her hand on my wrist or chest. I don't understand why.

There's also this other lady. We've been with her for a week. She's really nice. Yesterday I even got to play with a toy she gave me.

Momma cries on the lady's shoulder a lot. I hope Momma stops crying soon, and we can go home. I didn't even get to spend a day there.

*time skip*

Momma and I have been living with grandma for 4 years now. Today Momma seems very worried. Grandma keeps saying, "he won't hurt Jake. " hearing my name makes me wonder. Who does Momma think will hurt me?

I hear the door bell, I rush to the door. I'd been practicing how to open it. I opened it within 2 minutes.

"Hi!" I stated happily, closing my eyes for a few seconds as I smiled. Then I opened my eyes. A man stood there. He has dark hair like me! And brown eyes, unlike Momma and I.

"Where's your mother?" He asks, very angry.

"Oo, she's upstairs! I'll get her!" I said happily, I ran upstairs shouting, "Momma! Momma! A man is here for you!"

When she came out of grandma's room, she scooped me up. She held me kinda tight, walking back to the door.

"There you are Fiona. I was wondering when your annoying brat would bring you back to me." The man said. W-was he talking about m-me?

"Don't talk about MY son like that. " Momma said to the man. He was talking about me! Wait, what he said was mean. Momma told me not to say mean words.

"That's not bery nice to say about me." I said to the man. He gave me an angry look.

"Jake, baby, go upstairs with grandma. She'll give you some milk and read you a story before nap time. " Momma said, setting me down. I held onto her leg. I didn't want Momma to be hurt.

"No." I said, bushing my face against her leg.

"Jake please, dad and- oh my god. Forget what I just said." Momma's words ring through my ears. I looked up at the angry man in the door way. He came closer to Momma. I backed away. He grabbed her wrist and smacked Momma.

"Let go of her!!!" I screamed at the man.

"Baby, go upstairs. Now!" Momma shouted at me. I ran over. But stopped at the top of the stairs. I watched as the man punched and hurt Momma.

"I told you to never tell him that, ever! Fiona, you are by far the worst person in this world! I wanted a child of my own! Your bodily issues have caused my dream to come to a halt! You shall pay for ruining what I would've called MY child!" The man shouted at Momma. I remembered. They had this fight back when I was younger.

Tears ran down my face. I ran to grandma's room. "Grandma! Save Momma!!! A man is hurting her!!" I yelled at Grandma. She got up, running downstairs.

Eventually, cars were at our driveway. Momma didn't look at pretty as she had the night before. She has bruises everywhere. I hugged Momma, the people from the cars dragged the man away. The last words I heard were, "you'll see me again Fiona, I will get revenge on you for taking my child away from me!" Shouted the man.

Momma shook, she held me tightly. Kissing me all over. "I love you Jake. Don't ever forget that your Momma loves you." She says. "I love you too Momma." I say holding onto her tightly.

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