Often times we allow empty faith to disrupt our fate; whether the "empty faith" be our parent's thoughts, our fear of disrespecting a moral upbringing, or the dread that comes with losing the person that the universe put here for us.
Whatever it may...
Satisfaction peered over my spirit as my father gagged upon his bubbling blood. With his throat widened by my most slick blade, his eyes buck with fear, and the veil lifted from the world's eyes, I was on cloud nine.
I remember the day I stammered upon Mama C fighting for her life on the floor of my father's study. I had to be detained, I had to live with the fact that my father killed my nanny, mother-in-law, and children's grandmother. It ran Onika crazy.
That was nine years ago, and I hadn't been able to sleep or live right since.
With his blood on my hands, I left the blade lying right beside his head. The bitter taste of blood lingered in the air, I'd killed so many men but no prize measured up to this.
"Somebody help!!" I cried as I watched the last bits of life leave his eyes. With his fingerprints upon the blade, and lying on his dominant-handed side, my father looked more suicidal than ever.
The perverted Prince of the Wicked Land, gone much after his original time.
Guards ran in, gasping and covering their mouths as I attempted to cover his gashed neck. "I-I found him sprawled out, I'm doing my best! Help!!"
"Princess, come! Come now!!"
I rose to my feet unwillingly, after Onika slipped out of my fingers, I developed a severe case of PTSD. There was an insanely large blockage in my brain, my parietal lobe had been so damaged by depression and anger that I had no ability to feel anything anymore.
The Knowles' Manor
The civilians went wild for their prince. The rapist who couldn't control his lustful desires, the man who I would never leave with any child.
I had to be stripped and nearly bleached before I left the castle. There was a suicidal note left behind, handwriting so identical that they had mistaken it to be his when it was indeed mine.
They'd put all the blame on my mother's paramour that illegally laid his head in the castle upon nights when my mother felt the need to be sexually disrespected.
The entire family was sick.
There was no secondary emotions running through me, this was the final step to being with the only source of life I had.
And like always, this was the saddest parts of my days, putting my boys to bad. The lullaby of her voice never left my thoughts, it was the sweetest melody I'd heard in all of my years.
"Ma, what happened?" Beaux peeked from his flanneled blanket. I smiled sweetly and sat beside his resting body.
"My father couldn't handle the weight that the people were putting on his shoulders. You promise me a thing?" I pushed her curls back, gently brushing over the healed scar on his hairline.
"Huh?"
"Be the man that I've raised you to be...."
He nodded proudly. "Courageous always, no one man can instill fear inside of me...and stop me from reaching my end goal. We all bleed the same."
"You damned right!" I smiled sadly, kissing his forehead. Bryce's back was turned, but I knew that he wasn't asleep, maybe he actually knew.
"I heard Mimi speaking about that lady from the ranch," Bryce said quietly.
I swallowed and allowed him to talk more. "What'd you hear about her?" I sat near him, whispering as if speaking too loud would disrupt the innocence persevered in their room.
"A lot of means things. I....stole your phone and listened to her for myself," his eyes watered.
My jaw clenched, not in anger, but in cowardice. It wasn't ideal for my son's to find out about their mother this way, but this was the higher up's timing, not mine.
"She sounds beautiful," Bryce noted. I closed my eyes and held a pitiful sob inside of my esophagus, I had many years to feel sorry for myself but not enough to consider their loss.
"She's very beautiful," I confirmed.
"Go to bed," I kissed his forehead, pulling the metal string on their lamp. The room enveloped in darkness, but all I could see was Onika.
"You're ready?" She asked with a hopeful smile.
I nodded eagerly, walking to her to grab her hand and pull her into a hug that I never wanted to leave.
"Now we're about to have all the minutes in the world..."
I pulled away to open the boy's bedroom door, wrapping my arm around her as I walked down the west wing of the manor.
"And you're sure you're ready to give this all up for little ole me?" She poked my side, I lent down to place a tender kiss on top of her head.
"Shortest woman I've known, yet you're nowhere near little. This isn't shit to me, you've known that since the beginning, baby."
Before we could enter my private study, she pulled away. "Wait, I have to kiss the boys goodnight!"
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