The broken and the torn

Chapter 11

She watched him on the bed playing with his stuffed animals, she can't believe he is getting big so quickly....
He grabbed the stuff animal trying to get a bite out of it..

He was five months old and his upcoming tooth is causing great pain to his gums...

She looked at him sorting out her stuff for evening class. Over the past months she decided that she can't just sit down not doing anything any longer. She left to do a course in Commercial Foods preparations at a centre as soon as she could. She was really an independent person by nature.... She watched him playing and a smile touched her lips. She was more than happy that she is mother.

Things aren't perfect, things are rough but they are able to provide for their son and make him comfortable.
Davar would do anything possible just to ensure that their son is properly fed.

Kim would bring the baby to the classes with her as she was really determined to not stay home and just look after her baby.

She was not destined to do that, she was born with ambitions and dreams to excel. She would not let a child put her life on pause...
She smiled with that thought.

She grabbed her stuff once more to check if everything is in place.
She took the baby from the bed gently and hold him in her arms.....

She looked at the building in which they live and shake her head. The surroundings was not safe at all. The building was prone to thieves and criminals.
As that thought went through her mind, her memory flashed back to the incidentally that happened two weeks ago... Her eyes grew angry....
How could someone just come into somebody's house and take what is not theirs???

Don't they have any morals, or respect for people's privacy???
That very night they stole a laptop and phones, and it devastate Davar so much being that he had actually borrowed the laptop from a friend....

These thieves are ruthless and they should just burn in hell.... She walked away from the door and to be on her way....

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She was angry as she stood at the bottom of the lane waiting for Davar which was supposed to meet her with the baby......

She stood in the same location for about fifteen minutes and Davar hasn't arrived as yet. She knew she is going to be to be tired of carrying Dantae being that he was so overweight.

Her shoulders cry in pain from the contact of the baby carrier.
She was overburdened and tiredness swept over her frame and Davar is no where to be found. She looked at Dante's face and continued her journey.

Steam was flowing through her ears now and anger was infiltrating her. She swore she is going to have him pay for this drastically.... She needed his help and he failed....

She spat in her mind and cursed herself for turning him into a dad then, he is not helping out as a dad. That thought rise her anger so much higher. She was irritated with her own damn voice in her head.

She was dragged from her thoughts when she pushed the door open only to see Davar sitting on a chair all dressed up. She was even more irritated with him infront of her right now...

Why the hell is he dressed and didn't came to meet her with their child... She could hear her self putting emphasis on the their in her thoughts.

He stood there and look at her he could see the anger in her eyes. She knew it..... She wanted to slap him across the face so badly she was tired and drained and if he had met her with the baby he could have taken some amount of strain from her....