A Crack in the Glass

A Crack in the Glass

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"I'm so done with all of this! We aren't working! Can't you accept that and move on!" "No Lyssa, I can't! Why can't we work this out!" "Because Jack, I'm sick of this!! I'm sick of the fighting and trying to get through to you!" "But what about the kids?!" "We've talked abut this, Eden comes with me and Amethyst goes with you. Now please sign the papers so we can get this over with." "Fine." *********************** Two sisters separated when they were young due to their parents nasty divorce. The mom got custody of Eden, moving to New York and the dad got custody of Amethyst, moving them to Rye, UK. The dad, upset about the divorce found relief in the bottom of a bottle, leading to the drunk abuse of Amethyst. While Eden and her mom had a blossoming relationship. Neither sister knew the other existed until one fateful day. Trigger warning: -Abuse -Swearing
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The story of a girl who grows up with an alcoholic for a father, only to marry an alcoholic for a husband. ~~~~~ The walk to the school would be fifteen minutes, on a good day. Today, however, I managed to get there in seven. As soon as I walked onto the property, I could hear the nonsense ramblings spewing from my husband's mouth. "He's my son! You are holding him hostage!" He yells - his words slurring together, almost making them unintelligible. Luckily for me, I have heard him like this many, many times throughout my life and can understand him clearly. "Michael?" I call out to him and he turns his head slowly in my direction. He stumbles a little as he walks towards me, placing a hand on my left shoulder. "Ella? Love, they won't give me our son. I got here on time like you told me. I remembered! See! I got here, but they won't give him to me. They are keeping him away from me." He turns, his face getting angry. "Give me back my son, you bastards!" "Michael, that's enough." I say firmly, trying to make my hands stop shaking. "You're drunk. They couldn't give you Tyler like this. You aren't fit-" "Not fit? Not fit? I am capable of taking care of our son, Ella." He spits, literally, into my face. ~~~~~ This story contains mature themes, sensitive topics and coarse language. Reader discretion is advised.

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