Chapter 13

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Hilary /president
It hurt me badly, to see my only daughter crying in pain and agony that I pretty much put her through. It hurt me to hear her say that she hated me.she and I were so close when she was growing up. She was a very tough headed girl but she adored me. I wanted to protect her from the world and the pain it offered. I wanted her to never undergo the pain of ever giving birth when she was that young, like her mother did.

I know it was selfish of me, but I never wanted her to give me any grandchildren. That duty, I left for my son, that was why I didn't mind him going out,hell I even brought girls as young as fifteen years into the house and made them seduce him, I didn't care that those girls were young, as long as it wasn't my daughter feeling the pain, I didn't give a damn.

But Henry, he was another thing all together. Instead of giving into his carnal desire, he covered them up, instead of giving them what they actually wanted, he borrowed clothes from Regina and clothed them. After which, he sent them home in his car. What kind of freak was that?How could he ignore a beautiful, undressed, woman?

I once heard him say that, he was protecting those girls so that out there, someone would one day protect his little sister. You know that day I cried a river, after feeling stupid of course. You know for me to hear all that, I was on my way  going to ask him if he was gay or something , instead, I was confused, happy and sad. I was proud of him for turning out to be like his mother, yet I was jealous of my dead wife for having brought the greatness out of our son.

I know in some way, his prayer was answered when  my daughter  fell in love with  Justin.

I don't know what to say about that young man. He was amazing, I realized that. Unfortunately, it was too late. I was not on the steering wheel anymore, Zayn was. Ever since he saw me accidentally push Crystal, he used that to get whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. He knew I would do anything not to lose my children.

Because of him, I locked my princess in the house like some caged bird. Because of him, I broke my children's hearts without a second thought. Furthermore, because of him, I did something even abominably despicable.

Flashback

When we arrived at the hospital, my baby was already turning blue. My doctors did everything to save her and once they had stabilized her, they went ahead and did Unplanned  Cesarean delivery. The c section was barely a success,  But thankfully, a beautiful baby boy was born.

I had a grandson. I couldn't stop smiling even though the situation was weird. First, I was shocked, every one was, by the fact that it even made it to the world given the amount of blood my daughter had lost. It was gruesome to watch her  heart stop beating, and her resuscitation failed more than three times. I cried each and every time they increased the charge of the defibrillator but she remained still. For once in my life I desperately prayed for a miracle to happen .

I couldn't lose her, she was my life.

I held the little boy in my arm and everything changed. It was like the day I held Henry in my arms. I felt all my sadness washing away, but it was just momentarily because once the name Zayn crossed my mind, everything  good was replaced by chaos. Zayn wanted the baby dead, I had had no choice but to agree with him, but as soon as I held him, I instantly changed my mind. I couldn't hurt him.

"What is your name?" I asked one of the nurses that had helped deliver my grandchild.

"Elizabeth West, your excellency." She bowed slightly to show some respect.

"To everyone in this hospital ,this baby was never born alive. No one must ever know that it survived, do I make myself clear?" they all nodded, no question asked. Not that anyone could have dared ask, I intimidated them, let's not forget the part where, I make the rules. I turned to Elizabeth who was still gazing at the floor nervously." Take him, go through the back door and make sure you stay off the radar. I will meet you at your house in an hour.

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