Gwen. Henry left minutes after I helped him clean the wound he got from the right with Ryan. I kept on apologizing while cleaning the wound since this happened because of me, I know I shouldn’t blame myself as Henry said but I couldn’t help but do. I was alone in the house since Jas and Jason were still sleeping I had enough time to think, I should be in bed since it was past twelve but I couldn’t sleep. I have no reason why I wasn’t in bed at this time but I just couldn’t sleep, I tried lying on my bed but nothing. I was devoid of any sleep so I decided to stay up all night instead of trying to force myself to sleep. The kiss Henry and I shared certainly changed things in our relationship, it meant that I was willing to give him a second chance to prove himself. I just hope he wouldn’t play with my feelings again, I just hope he wouldn’t take my love for granted this time. I get it now, I now know why I couldn’t sleep. This thought has been on my mind for a long time since he le
Gwen. We left the house as soon as we were ready, u helped the kids in the car after leaving a note outside my door in case Henry stopped by and did not see us at home. We first stopped at the shopping mall where we got some new clothes and some costumes since they were adamant about it. We finished our clothes and costumes shopping at about one and we were all hungry. We walked to the restaurant across the mall and bought some light snacks to eat, I ordered a burger with cheese for myself while the kids ordered some fries, chicken, and juice. “Mommy is daddy coming over?” Jasmine asked as we ate in silence. I looked at her, “why? Do you have something to show Daddy?” I asked while taking a bite from my burger. She nods, “I want him to see my new costumes and also Jason’s Spider-Man costume.” She said happily. I smiled at her, “Of course you can do that, once we get home you can call your daddy,” I answered. “Thank you, mommy,” “You’re welcome baby,” my eyes flickered to Jas
Emily. I couldn’t help but feel giddy every single minute, in about twenty-four hours I would get my money from Henry. I would get everything he took from me and maybe even get double of it. I sang happily as soon as I was up when I was taking my bath, and when I was even eating. Riley gave me all sorts of looks since this morning but I don’t pay any mind to her. I did my thing and then waited for a report from Ian, I wanted to go with him to his ‘basement’ and be there when the little girl was brought to us but he refused to let me go with him. So I decided to wait for his call but it was taking longer than we planned, I mean how long does it take to grab a fucking four years old. I was starting to get worried and scared. What Riley said about us getting arrested began to play in my mind again and again. I shook the thought off and at that moment my phone rang. I quickly picked up the call since it was his name that showed on the screen. “Hell…”“There’s a black car parked outs
Emily. What the fuck is he doing here and why can’t I see Henry’s little brat anywhere?My eyes went back to Ian who was still smoking with a nonchalant look on his face. “What’s going on?” I asked and like he was in a trance and my voice pulled him out of it he blinked and looked at me. Ian stares at me with a bored look before his lips curled up in a smile. “You are finally here, good,” he muttered and dropped the cigar by his side. The little boy was still crying loudly and from the look of it, I don’t think he was going to stop crying anytime soon. “What’s going on Ian? What’s he doing here?” I asked pointing at the little kid who was now staring at me with wide eyes. I could see it, the same eyes but I refused to acknowledge it. “You tell me what’s going on Emily?” he said instead of explaining things to me. I mean how am I supposed to know what's going on?“Where's the child?” I asked taking my eyes back to the boy sitting on the bed but quickly took my eyes off when ou
Emily. He has ruined everything, every single thing I have planned up until now. He has ruined it and he wants me to be what….excited? I never remembered asking him to help me find the dead child, he was dead to me, and still nothing is going to change that. I stared at him with anger oozing out of me as he laughed happily like he had just won a fucking lottery. “What did you do Ian?” I asked, still glaring at him. He stopped laughing and tilted his head to look at me. “I did what was right Emily. I got our son back and now we can live happily ever after,” he said and this time I was the one to laugh. I burst into loud laughter when he was done talking, he really was dreaming big. Dreaming about something that would never happen or come to pass. “You backstabbed and then you want what? You want me to be your bitch all the days of my life. I had just one wish from you, get the little girl for me, and then everything will be alright, as simple as that but you had to do something
Gwen. Everything became a blur after the van drove away, I let them take Jason. I couldn’t fight for the little boy, I let them take him even when I promised him just this morning that I wouldn’t let anything happen to him. What….I broke my promise. I promised to protect him and yet I couldn’t do that. I let them take him without putting up a fight. “Gwen!” Someone yelled from across the road but I didn’t pay any mind. I could only focus on the road the van took, I could have still had him with me if I’d fought with those people. He shouldn’t have….he shouldn’t have. “Are you alright Gwen?” The same person asked, I couldn’t say anything. The person took Jasmine from me. “Daddy,” Jas called beside me, and only then did I look at him. He was looking worried as he took in our appearance. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?” He asked while patting Jasmine's back softly, she had her head buried in his neck and her body was shaking lightly. I didn’t know if she was stop crying or if she
Gwen. Three days. It has been three fucking days, three days of getting my hopes crushed again and again. Three days of hearing the same thing over and over again from the cops, they weren’t giving me productive information and I was getting tired of hearing their motto of them doing their best again and again. I wanted to hear something that would bring my Jason back, something about finding out where they took him not just stories. I haven’t been able to do anything for those three days, I mean what can I do when my little boy was out there for three days? I don’t know if they are feeding him properly, or if he was having his bath. Since he started living with me he hates anything dirt on his body, I remember the last time we almost had a little fight when I didn’t bathe him on time. I hope he is doing well. “Aren’t you going to eat something?” I didn’t bother to turn since I already knew who was standing there. “You should know that you are a mother and you need to be strong
Emily. Three days of consistent planning and finally I have gotten the perfect idea and the perfect someone to help me get through. It’s true when they say the enemy of your enemy is your friend, that’s something I have come to understand. I have been running out of ideas but like the angel that my savior is, he stepped out of the dark and brought me to the light with him. For the three days that I have been here, I made sure to act like I indeed wanted to be here. I don’t want to give Ian any room to doubt, he should believe that I want to stay with his son and himself. After trying to get him to talk about how he knew Jason was his son, he finally told me everything. Apparently, the bastard did some digging after I told him my little boy was with my best friend, and not only that he got the boy's hair for some DNA. How he did that is still surprising but that isn’t my business. As a mother one would think I am elated to get my son back but that’s the opposite of what I’m feeli