Dearest, You Said

Chapter 2: Cold Sweat pt.2

His focus shifted from left to right trying to find something to focus on apart from the pain he was feeling. What was he feeling? His ears burned still his muscles still pulled tight as he held himself. His chest was a constant explosion of pain but it all came back to that one point. He couldn't breath it was as if something had taken him by the throat. Subconsciously he brought his hand up wrapping his fingers around it to remove the pressure. His mind felt full to the point of emptiness his chest pained but his body was numb. His heart was still but was going a mile a minute. He felt himself being engulfed by by the feeling. What was happening?

Directing his eyes to the paved sidewalk he counted his steps. That was supposed to be calmcalming, but the more he watched is the more he realized he was no longer walking but running. He took off down the street pushing through crowds of people. They yelled at him but he didnt care he just needed to run. The wind blew by his ears silencing his breathing but he could feel the thumping of his heart in his ears he could feel the pain in his temples. Acid buring his throat but he kept running.

He kept pushing focusing on the thump on the burn that out did the pain in his chest. The thump in his head that accelerated with the steps, something he could control. He could feel the sweat running down the side of his head. Then it happened. A district snap.

Hes feet stopped moving and he became aware of just how exhausted he was. How weak. He wanted to scream. The pain felt ten times worst now that he wasnt moving. Pulling on the roots of his hair he shook violently bring them down to his face squeeze the flesh between his palms. Fuck. It hurt. His breathing stopped as his lips quivered eyes blinking. Masons knees collided with the ground and he lots his balance. What's happening to me?

The image of the night he found monique flashed across his mind how sad how broken she was. The clueless pathetic look in her eyes. How his heart went out to her how he wanted to make it stop. He remembered looking into the mirror and seeing the same look in his eyes. The same sadness the same shadow. He remembered the next days that followed when he first say her smile, the first time she tried to make him breakfast. He remembered her dancing around the apartment in his shirt as she did laundry. He remembered when she was pregnant and how he spent nights holding her. His life played across his eyes the good the bad the horiffic.

He couldn't hold it he screamed. He screamed in the dirt until his throat became raw but he still couldn't breath. His first came up hitting his chest but nothing. He did it again. Again. Again.

He felt something else give and suddenly he was fourteen. His head in the tubes his father held him firmly around his neck. His back bent backwards he could hear his father yelling but he couldn't hear him. So that's what he was feeling. The pain was the same. Thats when he saw Breanna. The look in her eyes as she begged him not to hit her. Hed never hit her he wasnt his father. But he was. He put Monique through the same thing he put him through. No no no. He was a  monster he was sick. It was him he went off the rails he plunged himself into the fucked up life he lived it was his fault. His eyes fluttered and for a second he saw Monique clutching Breanna they both looked terrified of him. He reached out his hand but she took a step back holding breanna closer. That's when the man came over and took her hand. They were leaving him to die darkness took this vision but before it took him a swell he say that the man was his father.

Monique sat in the sofa scrolling through her phone Breanna asleep on her lap. It was late in the afternoon over two hours since Mase left she didnt know at which point he'd be back but knowing him he'd be gone all day. She shifted Breanna into her arms picking her up and taking her to the single bedroom. She had to go to work in an hour but had to be early to accommodate a client. She got ready changing her clothes and putting on makeup. Nothing fancy just something nice. She didnt want to raise any suspicions.

She had already called Cherry and told her to come by until Mason got in so she left as soon as she was ready. She felt the dread sink in as she thought of the  client she was going to meet. In recent times things have been hard harder than she let on whenever she spoke to Mase. They were behind on rent and the medical Bill's were still popping up not to mention the insurance on the apartment was lapsed. She knew it was hard for him after the accident and he felt bad that he couldn't go back to work because of his disability he called it. It really wasn't but it was an inconvenience. 

She offered to get a job under the impression that he would get one soon as he felt better. He didnt and she couldn't do anything with what she made from the bar so she decided to pick up more hours and soon she was bagging clients. Men who wanted to get away from there wives and family or just pieces of crap that wanted to truly with a girl for a few hours.

The guy she was meeting though was different a rich man, older than her but was looking for someone to give him a child because his wife couldn't.

He was a regular for the past six months before he asked. He doesnt know about Mase or Bre no one did. Mase had helped her alot when she was pregnant and when she was at the lowest but he never really loved her he just needed someone and she was there. Over time he realized and they grew apart but once she wanted something else hed get angry. He had issues, not that she made it easier for him.

A white care pulled over in front of her and she quickly  sped up to get into it. The driver nodded to her and she knew this was it. Shed tell him she'd do it she'd carry his child. Then she'd tell made she had a gotten a job opportunity over seas. He promised to pay her ever month, she could send money to them and once the babby was born she could come back take Breanna and start over. This was the first step to change things around.

Who do you think Monique looks like?