Stacy's P.O.V
The front door to the flat opened, and I looked upexpectantly at it, smiling. What I thought I was going to see was my usual happy kids, running in with the jar full of money they earned.
Although I told them time and time again that I would buy them bikes, but there's no where to ride them. We live in a high rise flat. And even if we found a park they could ride their bikes in,things are still so hectic right now. I want to wait until everything with the store is settled, and they're settled in their new school before buying bikes.
But what I expected, isnt what I got. They did run in with the jar full of money they earned, but not with happy expressions. They were crying. They completely ignored me and ran to whatever room in the flat, crying, and it broke my heart.
I know it breaks any mother's heart to see her kids cry, but it hurts especially for me because my kids never cry about anything. Even as babies, they were always smiling and laughing. Crying just wasnt something they were capable of doing.
Until now.
Confused, and very angry, I went to the hallway, packing up everything from their lemondade stand and sitting it in the hall closet before following the sounds of subtle sobs to my bedroom. They were burried underneath the comforter on my bed, crying their eyes out.
I sat in bed with them, in the middle, stroking their hair and shushing them so they could calm down. Once they did, their eyes were bloodshot red and puffy. Their noses were running and cheeks were incrediably red.
"What happened out there?" I asked AJ. She sniffled.
"You lied to us." she whispered.
"I what?" I asked confused.
"You lied. You said that daddy was out changing the world." she raised her voice. My jaw dropped in shock. "H-he is." I stuttered.
"No he's not. That lady next door said he doesnt want us." she replied, running away.
I turned to Niam. "You've always said lying is bad, and that people shouldnt do it. So why did you lie?" he asked.
"What? I-I didnt li-" I was cut off.
Niam shot up, clenching his fist and turning red, tears still streamed down his face, and I've never been so scared. I've never seen him like this. I've never seen anyone like this. "DONT LIE TO ME AGAIN! JUST STOP LYING, YOU'RE A LIAR, AND ALL YOU DO IS LIE!" he screamed before running away.
I curled up into a little ball on my bed, rocking back and forth while sobbing. There was a knock at my bedroom door and I looked up to see it was Michaela. "I heard the yelling. Are you okay?" she asked.
I shook my head, wiping my tears. "No." I sobbed before remembering something and standing up. Sadness turned into anger. Anger that some bitch had the nerve to say something like that to my kids.
What kind of person could say stuff like that to two six year olds?
"Can you get the twins ready for bed? I have to handle something." I asked her. She nodded, turning to leave before pausing and facing me again. "Dont do anything you wouldnt want your kids to do."she said before leaving.
I waved a hand at her dismissively. "Whatever." I muttered to myself, walking out of my room, I passed a mirror. Wow, I look like shit.
...maybe I should shower...
Fuck that. I got some asses to kick.
Slamming the front door of my flat, and entering the hallway of the floor, I looked to my left. The lady from next door. That could either mean Randi, or whoever is in the flat to the left. I figured it wasnt Randi. She just doesnt seem like the type of person to say something like that.
