Miss Adkins : The Unmarried Mother

💔 heartbreak 💔

ADELE

"Yes...I am...did you miss me my wife?" with that I froze. I can't move... I don't know exactly what to do.

He held my shoulders and I flinched, he turned me to face him. I can feel my blood escapes my face. My hands was cold.

He held my chin...caress my face and then he kissed my lips. I can't move. My brain wants to push him off me buy it feels like my motor skills were not responding with what my mind tells them to do.

"S-simon..." I stammered. My knees were shaking. He smiled at me, a smile that seems something wasn't wrong and so normal.

He pulled me. He led me out of the kitchen. "Please introduce me to my son...God, I waited for this moment." He said. He's too excited. I gulped. I can't find the right word to say. I'm afraid of him...

"Angelo...baby..." He called my son. How does he knows my son's name?

Simon made me sat down on the couch next to where peanut is sitting. He squats in front of peanut. He was teary eyed. He really think Angelo was his son. How dare he?

"Adele...please...I want you to introduce me to my son." He pleads but he's not leaving his eyes to Angelo.

I saw how Angelo looks at him with confusion. Of course, my son knows his father...and then out of the blue someone stranger to his eyes will appear demanding things like this.

I have to be strong for my son...and for my daughters. Remembering how much he hurt my daughters, I felt strong... I felt the urge to fight him.

"Simon...please leave or I will call the police now." I told him. His smiles disappears and was replaced with a dark grim.

"Why?" He asked. He got the nerve to ask me why?

"Just leave and never show me your face. I swear I will put you in jail!" I snapped at him. He stood up and walks over me. He held my neck and pulled me up choking me.

"You're not afraid of me?" He asked with a smirk.

"Let me go Simon... Peter will be here in no time--" I didn't finished what I was saying when his grip on my neck tightens and he held me up, my feet isn't reaching the floor, he's killing me.

"Mummy!" Peanut is crying now. Simon's face softens and he put me down but he didn't let go of my neck.

"Oh, Angelo...son, I'm sorry... I swear I will never hurt your mum anymore." He said to him. Angelo was just looking at him with so much anger. How dare he make my son feel anger at his age.

"You're not my dad...mum...tell him he isn't my dad, my dad isn't bad!" Angelo screams.

"Simon...please, let me go. He isn't your son. He's Peter's son!" I yelled as I felt his grip tightens again.

"That's not true! I killed your child, I saw how it died in your womb!!" He said.

"No...I will never have a child with you!" I told him. He reached behind him and I was horrified when I saw he has a gun.

"He isn't your son." That's what escapes my mouth, which isn't a very good idea... he slaps me on my face with the gun. I can feel my cheeks bursts and blood dripping down as I fell on the couch behind me.

Angelo comes running to me but he was stopped halfway. Simon lifts him...

"Mummy...mum...are you hurt...mummy I'm sorry..." My son was now screaming and crying hysterically.

"Peanut..." I cried. I tried to get up and walk over Simon to get Angelo.

Simon seems out of his mind...he's holding peanut on his hips. While his other hand with the gun was holding his head.

"If he isn't my son...then I should kill him?" He said out of the blue, pointing the gun to Angelo's head.

"No...no...please no..." I beg him on my knees down on the floor. "Please Simon...don't hurt my son." I cried in front of him.

He again, held his head and murmured something to himself.

"Please, I'm begging you...give me my son." I said, I'm trying to find an opportunity to grab Angelo from him but I am afraid, I don't want to put my child's life at risk.

"Ok...ok, let's talk about it. But first..." He hang his words, he went to the kitchen with peanut. I wanted to follow them but I'm too weak.

I tried to stand up and when I manage to do so, he's back. He sat peanut on the dining chair he get...and my heart shattered as I saw how Angelo struggles to free himself and his cries when Simon was tying him on the chair.

He also put a tape on peanuts mouth. I saw how my son's tear up...and it's killing me.

"Simon please...stop this." I plead to him as he walk over me. He pushed me down on the couch.

"Tell me...is he really not my son?" He asked. He was sitting on the coffee table in front of me.

"Simon...please, let's stop this...Angelo isn't your son." I told him. He was crying like a child. He's rubbing his hands on his face. He was really hurt.

"Do you know how much I waited for this day? All along I made myself believe he was my child. I saw how you bleed, knowing I succeeded killing your child with that bastard. I was too happy to hear you were pregnant after a month I am in jail. Thinking I was the father... " He told me. He grab my hair and pulled it. I felt like it's ripping off my scalp.

I was silently praying...crying for someone to come and save me and my child or at least my son to be out of this hell.

"I am conceiving a twin Simon...and you killed my other child while Angelo survived." I answered him. That's how it really happens.

"You cheated on me!!" He said angry  as if it happens just yesterday. He slap me hard on my face, I almost lost consciousness, my heart's beating so fast, I can't caught up on my own breathing...this isn't good for my heart...but I fought hard to stay with my child.

I hear a car pulling in front of my house, I wanted to scream for help but there's no sound coming from my mouth. I can't move, I felt so exhausted.

Please...bare with me, don't give up now...my son needed me. I beg to my heart...

"Princess..." I hear Peter. I wanna warn him but mybody wasn't moving accordingly.

Simon immediately position himself behind the door. My heart races again when hear the door click open and Peter steps in looking down on the bags of chicken he have in his hands, he didn't see us right away, and so Simon had the opportunity to hit his head with the gun.

I can feel my heart failing... this isn't what I want. I want a peaceful life with my children and him.

I eyes were drifting away... I can still see how Peter hits his head on the floor as he fell unconscious due to Simon hitting his head with the gun.

I saw peanut cried for his father... my son. "Pe--" I didn't even finished my words when I felt a stinging pain on my chest.

This is too much...why does it have to happen to me?

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a/n. Someone's dying. 😭