Back in high school, I was voted Most Likely to Succeed. I was on the debate team, straight-A student, and friends with everyone. I had always felt like something was missing in my life. I had a perfect life, the perfect family, and the perfect boyfriend. We were sitting in the chem lab and I was working on my senior project that many colleges would be looking at. I chose the truth about corrupt America and trafficking. Many women and kids were being kidnapped back from my hometown to next door. It pained me to know that they were missing without a trace. Or when 1500 immigrants were “lost” in the cages they were being kept in. The news was depressing. My family and many of the immigrants that reside in Hatch were under fire. Everywhere we went we were told to go back to Mexico. Speaking our native language was always some Caucasian women screaming at us. So, I decided to do a project on something that has no perfect outcome. To show what our leaders of the world could do in order to s
We had stood there just wrapped in each other’s arms as I sobbed and soaked his shirt. My breathing wasn’t steady but I somehow managed to hold my balance. “Nadia it’s okay, you don’t need to go through this alone anymore.” He tried to comfort me but sadly I just felt violated even when I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I chose to tell him, but it was the trust in me that made it easier. “I need to go for a walk alone please.” His pained look sent my heart to my stomach. I knew that if I didn’t put some space between us I wouldn’t stop crying. He slowly just nodded at me as I headed to the door. There was this spot down the road near the lake that really seemed to calm me. The moon overlooked the water. While the ripples appeared in the lake. I wondered how I was going to be something I had forgotten how to be. After eight years you’d think I would have strengthened my backbone, but it was somehow lost in sudden despair.I placed my hand on my stomach carrying a defenseless child. I haven’t
After they beat me trying to find out where the girls were. I told them multiple times that I didn’t know, and I was telling the truth. I told them to run and not look back. “Take her to Nick, they can have some fun with this troublemaker.” I heard one of them say. They began to laugh as I laid on the floor with a broken nose. I thought I was going to die, they made me wish I was dead. They snatched me from the ground and tossed me back into the van. It felt like we were in there for days as the little light that came in reminded me of when it was dark and morning. No food or water was given; they only gave me vodka to drink. After forcing me out of the van the sun burnt my eyes. I was put into a bathroom where they made me bathe myself. A doctor came in and put my nose back in place as I was only breathing out of my mouth. Before being thrown into a room with no mattress, only a floor. That was my home for months. Never seeing daylight till I was sold. That day a man named Nick came i
Nadia entered the house, I have never seen someone freeze the way she did. Her tan skin went pale as she stared at my father like she knew him. She was shaking and picking at her fingers and I just couldn’t figure it out. She stormed off saying she was going to pack her stuff and go. “Nadia where are you going?” My father looked at me before shifting to my other side and waited for her to get out of earshot. “Your cousin’s wife's son? I thought I raised you better than that” I rolled my eyes to his judgement. My father was an amazing father, but he wasn’t a good man. I knew the type of leader he was and how he treated my mother which for some reason I never really knew. “Dad, you have no idea what you’re talking about. There is more to the story. But if I told you then you’d find no issues with it.” I went to lean against the table to give him a death stare. “What I know is, that’s Carlos’s wife and it doesn’t take a genius to know something is going on between you two. You can tell b
My mouth dropped open at what she was telling me. My father was her abuser? My family was hurting her over and over and I am allowing this why? Thoughts of vulnerable Nadia fighting with everything in her to not let this man win, eventually losing all the fight in her. I shook my head in disbelief. I backed up into the wall and began fighting back tears. This can't be true. I can’t let this go on any longer, but I don’t want my family dead even though that’s what needs to happen. Imagine the conflict my head is going through processing this. “I can’t be involved with you, with your father still here. He hurt me Carter over and over again. He damaged me more than Carlos ever did. But I won’t make you decide between your family and me. But I choose my kids and me to protect.” I sat on my bed with my face in my hands trying to understand how much pain she went through. Images I can never get out. I need to get her out today. With or without me is the only way that can happen. It's not ab
I woke up from my long nap and noticed the other side of the bed was now cold, missing Carter’s warmth. I got up and found him in the kitchen with Bently cooking breakfast. “Hey, are you hungry?” He placed a plate on the table knowing that of course, I was hungry. I sat down on the stool and picked at my food. “Listen, Carlos mentioned a party that’s happening in a few days and he ordered for you to be there. It wasn’t up for debate.” I nodded and played around with my eggs as I took tiny bites. There was a huge elephant in the room causing tension. “Mom, you okay?” Bently plopped himself on the stool next to me. So innocent and I loved it. “Yeah, I am just tired, did you sleep well?” He nodded before attempting to take the bacon off my plate. I grabbed his hand. “Don’t you know better than to take a girl’s bacon?” I joked as I took a bite from the bacon in his hand. He laughed before eating the rest. He stood up and wrapped his arms around me laying his head on my lap. I love this lit
I tossed and turned all night next to the man who caused me eight years of pain. All the abuse I endured, and I couldn’t wait until he was dead. Knowing I would never catch any sleep, I got up out of bed and headed downstairs to make a snack. When I got there, a light was already on. I peaked in and saw a full head of brown hair. “Can’t sleep?” Talon asked before turning around to greet me with a smile. “Guess that makes two of us, why are you awake?” I said as I walked to the fridge talking and taking out sandwich material. “Want a sandwich?” I asked to which he nodded. I began to make our sandwiches in slightly awkward silence. “Are you nervous?” He asked. I nodded in reply. I walked back to the fridge where the whiteboard was and began to write. “I wouldn’t talk here; he has recording devices.” He nodded as I erased what I wrote. “Just know that there will be something to your liking tomorrow night, but you can’t do anything about it.” He whispered and now we were back to silence.
Weeks had passed and I couldn’t seem to get out of bed. How could a moment so perfect be so wrong? I felt betrayed, hurt, worried, devastated, and just completely out of touch with myself. I couldn’t get myself out of this slump as Bently was the reason I forced myself to eat. I know it was selfish, but maybe this is what rock bottom feels like. I recall the blank look Carter had given me before he hit the ground. Was he even alive? No one had told me anything and it was killing me. I think they were trying to avoid giving me any more bad news. The door to the room I was staying in opened. The man with brown eyes walked in. “Get out of bed. You’ve been cooped up for two weeks and Bently needs his mom.” He demanded. But sadly, my body just couldn’t move. He threw the covers off me, “You stink, and for someone who only eats soup your clothes are getting too tight.” I got the pillow and threw it at him as he laughed. “Come shower, and I will make you something to eat.” He headed for the d
I sat in the exam room waiting for the doctor to come in and just sign a prescription. Which means they make you get naked to examine everything and take your blood. The door opened and she came in. “Mrs.Lozano it’s nice to see you again. I see you’re here to get some birth control pills is that correct?” I nodded at her. “Are you just doing this short term, or do you plan to later on?” She asked. “I am about to be divorced with two men pining for me. Last thing I need is to bring another child into this world. Maybe later on but as of now I don’t want it to happen, and I happen to get pregnant by someone looking at me.” I joked. Which made the doctor laugh? “You know back in the days; men would find women with big hips. Big hips meant that they could bear children with no problems. It’s a good thing these are modern times, or then you’d probably have more children by now.”
I’ve spent most of my time with Talon and I was ready to give him my all. I think the love I have for him grew into something stronger. I know Carter wants something more, but I can’t understand his reasons for breaking someone’s heart. I think honestly, I was trying to figure why he was rooting for us still, like things haven’t changed. He kisses me, and it’s like nothing changed. Things have changed, and I couldn’t let go of that one bit. Talon allowed me to figure things out, because it was never going to be an easy choice. With Talon things are so easy and comfortable. But with Carter, we are always fighting. Fighting over the same stuff, over and over. Fighting like there was still something to fight for. I felt like because we fought so much, and it turned into nothing that we deserve that chance. But I didn’t want to fight anymore. Fighting just makes things harder to end things. “Earth to Nadia, you okay?” I forgot that I had zoned out. Carter
NadiaThe next morning, I felt as if I was at peace. I still had to find my sister, but at this moment, I wanted to enjoy it before it gets dark again. I got up and wrapped myself in my robe before I headed downstairs. Talon once again was cooking. Mika was sitting at the table already eating. “Good morning. You know this is my house, you don’t need to cook.” I walked over, wrapping my arms around him. “I want to, I built up an appetite last night.” He joked. Grabbing a cup of coffee, I sat next to Mika. “Hey kid, did you sleep well?” Mika had gotten up and sat on my lap. He was much like his dad, but also a momma’s boy. “Yeah, but there was screaming. I slept right after it ended.” Poor kid. A knock on the door was heard, before Carter walked in. Oh boy this was about to get awkward. “What are you doing here?” I asked him. He sat down in front of me, before taking my piece of bacon. “You asked me to take Mika today, that you w
NadiaYou ever start a puzzle and not stop working on it for as long as it takes. Then suddenly once you get to the end, you lose that last piece? That was me putting myself back together again. I moved into my own place with my son Mika. I made sure Carter and Talon both knew I wasn’t ready to date, and that they should start doing things at their own pace. Focus on themselves, go out and date. It was good if they moved on as it took me a long time to get to a good place. Learning how to co-parent and manage going to work. I’ve been seeing a therapist for my postpartum. But although things seem to be better, I will always hold onto so much anger. But at this point in time, I needed to start moving on and allowing myself to open up. Everyone was spread out through my house, as we celebrated Mika’s birthday. I enjoyed this and seeing him so happy. “Is that a smile I see?” Talon joined me, leaning up
NadiaI can’t remember the last time I had a good night's sleep. I was up with Mika most hours of the night and found myself sleeping with Bently’s clothes just to smell him. I knew that Talon and Carter were wanting to help, but I needed space. I also didn’t trust myself alone. I was at one of the lowest points in my life. I found myself on Talon’s balcony most nights. It was the only place I could feel some kind of peace. “Hey, I brought you some hot tea.” Talon came in, setting it on the table. He sat next to me, as I cradled Mika in my arms. “What’s with British people and tea? It’s not the magical cure to everything.” He started laughing. “True, but it taste good.” The crisp winter air sent a shiver through me. Which caused Talon to get up and bring me a blanket wrapping us both in its warm embrace.“
I woke up the next day. A part of me was hoping I’d never wake up. Because waking up would mean I’d have to face the fact that my Bently was dead. I didn’t want this, not for anyone. I turned to the right and saw Talon asleep on the couch. Carter was laying back with the baby on his chest. “You can bring Mika here, so you can catch some sleep.” Carter stood up and walked over to me. “He needs to eat; I didn’t want to wake you.” He handed him over and I began to breastfeed him. “You’re going to do that with us both right here?” I rolled my eyes at him as Mika latched on. “It’s a boob that’s feeding my son, I don’t care who sees.” He stood there watching me. “Wait, Mika?” I looked at him and just nodded. But the tears started forming again. “He’s gone, isn’t he?” Carter nodded but started biting on his cheek. “He&rsqu
I was unsure if I was still alive. But I heard beeping and talking all around me. Was this a hospital? My eyelids felt heavy, but I had to try. I pried them open to see nurses standing around me. “She’s awake. Hey Nadia, do you know where you are?” I looked at the nurse who was talking to me. My throat hurt, so I just nodded in confusion. I look to my left to see Carter holding a baby. I looked down to see my baby bump was gone. To say I was freaking out was an understatement. The doctor came in and had me do some tests to confirm I was okay. “You’re incredibly lucky to be alive. Your brother gave us the okay to perform an emergency c-section. Your son is premature, but he is extraordinarily strong. We will keep both of you here until you’re ready. So, don’t stress yourself out. I will leave you.” He took his leave and I still hadn’t said anything. Maybe it was the shock.” Carter placed the b
CarterWeeks had passed since Nadia was taken right in front of my eyes. I was helpless. There was nothing I could do. I beat myself up for not being able to help her. Telling Bently she will be home soon, when really, we don’t even know where she is. Or if she was coming back at all. Talon and I have been working hard with tons of his men on the lookout. I want to hold onto hope that she’s alive still, along with my son. Again we don’t know what his intentions are anymore. Where were we going to go from here? But I needed to have more trust in her. We were in his office trying to figure out anywhere she could be. Suddenly the papers on the table were on the floor. “This is bullsh*t. How is it no one has any idea where she is!” He yelled. “Carlos had thousands of hiding places. She could be anywhere. We’ve checked a lot of places and there isn’t any trace.” I was frustrated,
Bently had told him what I was doing in small words, but it didn’t need big ones. We had parked in the parking lot of the park. I knew I was about to get an earful. As Bently ran off to the playground, Carter grabbed my hand and moved my hair away from my neck revealing the hicky I tried hard to hide. “You slept with him, didn’t you?” I felt ashamed that I got caught, but he wasn’t a stupid man. “Answer me Nadia.” I looked up to his eyes that were full of hurt and I nodded in disappointment. He removed his hands from me, before taking off for a walk. The thought that I just kept on hurting him and he kept coming back made me mad. I couldn’t control how I felt, and I had little self-control. He left for a long time, just trying to get himself together. I played with Bently for a few hours before we sat on the bench to talk. “Mom, can I ask you something?” I nodded at him. “We are away fr