Trinket ✔️

CH-15

I wanted to be wrapped around in the wind, to take me far away, It's alright if I get lost in this endless road, I'm walking on my path.

Walking, Walking, and endless Walking.

She saw his lifeless body laying on the wooden table, his pale skin, his closed eyes, his dull shade of pink lips, his soiled hairs, and his rigid and defeated ego. Her heart ached, but what's done was done.

Looking at his not so moving structure, she pictured all the cruelty she suffered because to him, how she bagged, how she screamed, and how she sobbed but he did his wrong deeds without any sympathy.

She wanted to hold his hand but she had glimpses of this very hand doing bad deeds to her, she wanted to hug his soulless body last time but this very body gave nothing but only pain, she wanted to cry hard on her husband's loss but how could she?, when that very husband only gave her regrets and life long agony.

The surrounding was full of fog, Unknown voices, disturbing the peace, she only wanted to run away with her child, never in her phantom of the mind, she wanted him dead but was she right?

Her eyes were giving him unwanted attention, her throat wanted to scream at her widowed destiny, her fatherless child but was all that right on her part? She didn't even look back when he was calling her name. when his car rolled over on the outcast. she just wanted to run away, then why now all this emotional battle?

Giving him the last look she turned to start her new life but then she felt someone's rough touch on her wrist, 'no it can't be possible, please...' she thought to herself and surprise, surprise!.

Her worst nightmare was standing in front of her, Pale and smirking.

"I will NEVER leave you, not in THIS life not in AFTER... my Love," said Owen with ice shade lips.

"but you were... you dead... how can you...?" the words were tucked in her mouth, the questionable look with horror was clearly visible and that with the pinch of his cunning smug.

"Oh, I AM DEAD!" said with a battle-winning smile on his face and tilted head.

Jerking her towards his cold chest, he pushed her on the table, her lower back got hit by the sharp edge, which made her moan and with that he fcuked her in the deserted surrounding of nowhere.

she was screaming but her own words were coming back to her, it was like a horrible echo. His voice was like a monster's laugh and the complementary was he was injecting pain in her pregnant belly. 'but she gave birth to Niall' oh her thoughts.

But then No words, nothing only screams and laughing, her push and his push were far too different from one another. She wanted him dead, it was the first time she wished for his life to end. Not even when he threatened her and killed her first child, not even when he forced her the first time and so many not evens, but this time she wanted him dead or remain dead.

after all, she was a Mother, and he was a monster Father.

His thrusts were not slow, his teeth were marking his territory, even her warm body was not enough to heat his frozen one. He was actually dead! and she had been fcuked by a lifeless body, horror was swaying in her mind and slowly her conscious was losing hope but then a ray of sunlight fell in the foggy surrounding of no where and with all her remaining strength, she pushed his body and ran towards it.

Before she was Walking and now all running...

Panting with her another most wicked nightmare, she rose from her state of sweaty sleeping, it was already dawn and if she tried to sleep again then maybe she will never wake up ever again.

These nightmares could kill her and she was aware of that, her sleep will be a dream now.

She gulped the glass full of water and inhaled as much air as possible, she wore her night coat and walked towards her son's room, slowly she opened the door and a man was standing next to his headboard.

Fear retook her, seeing her son in such a danger and his life in that situation, she took the flower vase from the nearest table and started approaching him slowly, but that man turned, and it was none other than Owen, of course.

"God you scared me..." he said holding his hand on his chest with scared breaths definitely after seeing her with a vase in her hand which was about to strike his head.

"what are you doing here?" she asked with her big eyes and whisper.

but being naughty and now she was so-called someone else's wife was the spice he wanted on the top of his pizza, 'oh how much he loved teasing her and touching her' he thought, without saying another word he held her as close as possible to him by her waist and pushed her to the nearest wall, she was surprised by his action and when she was about to shout, he placed his lips on her.

very gently 'point to be noticed'

First time in the life she felt his lips that gentle, can he be this soft? she recalled every memory with him, not in the wildest dream... Naah!

She was of course not on her tiptoes, he was bent. His hands were softly massaging her rounds and he was gently rubbing himself on her.

she wanted to push him, but it was the first time, this perfect. she always imagined this in all these seven, eight years, but when now this was happening, she wanted him, she wanted all of him.

Detaching his lips and holding his hand she took him to the bathroom attached to her son's room and then the realization hit her, because it all was wrong. NO!

Snatching her hand from his, she looked everywhere but him, she was in so much chaos and it was visible on her face.

"Do you want me?" he asked her, she looked at him and gave him a sad smile with that, the dawn went with the sin they both committed in the unison.

"Mommy are you in there?" came a voice from the other side of the door.

They both panicked inside and suit themselves up, finding him in a presentable state she helped him set his hair fine with her hands and opened the door.

"good morning sweetie..." said Ivy with heavy breathing. she held him in her arms, he was rubbing his eyes, and then what he said made Ivy shock to her core "daddy."

she looked at Owen and back to Niall but then her eyes went to Paul who was standing at the door frame with a blank expression.

"Good all of us are here, and you, my dear son, He is not your daddy... I AM," said Owen walking out of the bathroom with a new emotion on his face.

Ivy was a clear mess, any adult could see what happened a few minutes ago, that was the main cause of the expression Paul was wearing.

Sweet Niall looked at his mother and Paul and back to Owen "but my daddy is standing at the door, you are not my daddy..." said Niall in his groaning voice nudging his head in his mother's neck.

Owen was little jealous of his son's action because he was the one who does that to her always "like father like son."

"I'm your only daddy, Niall," said Owen kissing his forehead.

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