A Lovers Revenge

Chapter Twenty-Nine

It is 5 in the morning and I have been itching to write a chapter.

Chapter 29 (Zac's POV)

The next day was hectic. After taking Isabelle home i realised she needed proper care and love and I was the luckiest man alive. She was my bride to be, the boy who started off with nothing is finally making something of his life. With her, everything makes sense but at the same time...it doesnt. I feel as if i'm living a movie, as though nothing is real. It's all a facade, a pretense...a false illusion. I watch her as she lay asleep on the sofa, soft snores escaping her slightly parted lips.

My mother walks over to me and rests her hand on my shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze as if to say 'Well done, you deserve it'. But that's just it...do i deserve her? The worst part of this entire thing is the fact i am guilt ridden by what i said to her the day she came over. At the same time, had she not come over i wouldnt have let slip of it being Jason's baby, never giving her a reason to confront the lying weasel.

To say I am the happiest man alive is an understatement. My world is finally placing together, my life is like a jigsaw, all the missing pieces are finally found and in a matter of weeks they will be placed together to complete my life. The overwhelming sensation of becoming a father is more than i can fathom. In my life i have grown up without a full father figure, my father was a drunk. A pathetic excuse for a man. To call him a father would be shaming the name. He was just a sleaze, someone who took money from my mother and forced me to clean up after he'd hit her. He would sit me on the sofa, tie my mother to a chair and beat her. When he was done, he'd come closer to my face. So close i could smell his alcohol drenched breathe come out of his mouth and brush off my face. He'd look me in the eyes and tell me..."When I go...this is your job".

And in that moment, i knew...i had no father. This man is everything a father shouldn't be.

This is my greatest concern, I do not want to be the father my father was. I do not want to deprive my child of life's luxuries. Neither do I want my child to endure pain and suffering. When my child becomes of an older age I do not want my child to resent me, to hate me or to just full on ignore my every wish. I will bring the baby up with such tender love and care, with such precision that no one has ever had before. The excitement builds up each day as i see Isabelle's baby bump growing.

It was a week to the wedding, time flew by. The clock ticked with each passing moment. I lay in bed, gazing up, looking at the ceiling.

Isabelle was away to her gown fitting, she is going to look marvellous, the most amazing woman alive.

Tonight i had other plans, It was time to do something i should have done a long time ago.

6pm. Isabelle should be home by now. I glanced at the clock and waited impatiently, my foot tapping the floor. My mother sat next to me, her head resting against my shoulder.

"My dear boy" she whispered.

I grasped her hand with mine and gave it a squeeze.

"Thank you Mother, it has always been you who has taken care of me...it is you who has made me who i am today" I kissed her hand before resting it on my leg.

"You know when you were a wee boy, i used to sit you on my lap and read you a bedtime story. You were a cheeky thing, wining about going to bed incase the boogie monster ever got to you. As you got older that tradition of reading a book before bed faltered. Until one day I was sleeping early and you came and laid into bed with me, i clutched you against my chest, telling you how precious you were to me. You told me about all the mean boys in your school and the girls who never paid attention to you, you told me you were going to be lonely, that no one was going to love you ever again." My Mother lifted her head from my shoulder and looked into my eyes. "Baby boy, you have grown into a remarkable young man, regardless how young you and Isabelle may be, it is the best thing that has happened to you...she is the love you've always dreamed off and with her here...you will never be lon-" Mother covered her mouth with her hand and began coughing, her body fighting to push out as much air as it could.