Fredericks POV That prick of a father, I knew there was something off with the way he drew her those naked pictures. I just didn’t think of him stooping so low to actually touch Joan.She was crying already as she spoke, my body was fidgeting with anger and tumult. I hated him so much that I wished I could punch his face down to the floor and match him beneath my foot, but it was all in my head.Just there,flicking every switch of resistance I had.My hair acted like a threat to my sanity making my pull on it hard till I felt the lingering pain in my scalp.“Why didn’t you tell me all this while, while wait now”“Because he threatened our lives, he threatened moms life too her made her sick and threatened to kill her and you too.I couldn't tell her anything” Her knees were on the floor now as she wept even more, hearing everything she had just said it was making me wonder how all happened. When and why?Dad was never like this. I never saw him around any woman till he started follow
Joan’s POVWe didn’t have to wait for one month to have our lives straight. It was a matter of getting the footage before Jones came back, and then after that, we showed it to the cops. And he was imprisoned.“Check over there; I will check here.” We continued through their files and other things present here, but there was no sign of a camera, not even a lens or something.“Check everywhere; he might put it in the kitchen cabinet." I ran down the stairs, ruffling through the plates present for something, even if it’s a chip or a single piece of evidence of him sleeping with me, but somehow he was smart, and he hid it from the surface of the earth because, why in hell won’t it be in his room or even here?“Found it!” Fred yelled from upstairs. I didn’t even care what he found before I ran up the stairs.“Where is it?”“Here’s a chip; I just saw it alongside some other things."He handed it to me; it was a memory card in a flash drive, and from the looks of it, there was a familiar cam
Joan’s POV We didn’t waste much time, to get to the hospital, and from the looks of it, they were totally expecting us to arrive with the proof and as we dropped the chip and it was reviewed we were certain jones Will be captured and as I walked out of the station I felt like a new lady.I came out smiling, weird fact how everything looked different, and I believed I could fly at that moment, what would life be if I wasn’t pinned down and fucked by my step father.‘Better’ the voices in my head said.I couldn’t agree more.I was finally free and now I knew for sure that he would be captured and taken to custody for assult and several life threat of my mother, I saved the messages he sent to me in school silly how I wanted to delete it before now, I wanted to clear the memories of him but now I was so happy I didn’t.“So you don’t have to fear anymore, I will go back to the hospital and with a fractal of my inheritance I can get her a new heart we will pack out of the house here and r
Fredericks POVMy insides were sore, mostly my chest. I had tried my best to think less about him, but nothing seemed to work efficiently, not when the scene of him being handcuffed taunted me, those mug shots. He didn’t request to speak with any of his family, nor did he plead guilty.It was as though he was expecting everything.I didn’t care about the social status as much, but in my life, I doubted myself so much. I doubted my relationship with Joan. What if I end up hurting her and she runs away? What if I end up like him? And at the end, I become a freak that repeals people and acts like a total Dutch bag.Everything was messed up; nothing seemed to be making sense anymore, including my state of mind.Joan shifted on the bed, wrapping her hands around my neck. She was bare-naked, and we had just had sex, but right after climax, I slipped back to abject depression.I needed to clear my mind because I just couldn’t get myself to think properly. I tucked her under the sheets and th
Fredericks POV“So there you have it; are you happy now? I was placed in that cell because of my mother, who is now a fucking mom to aa three-year-ol boy.” The pain hits hard again; she had her own family; maybe she was happy there; she should be happy there; that’s why she chose to ignore the fact that I existed.I still fought back tears because that was all I could do at that moment, and for the rest of the day, Joan didn’t bother asking me any other questions; we simply left in utter silence.I didn’t know what her name was; Dad didn’t tell me her name, and that one time was the only time I got to see her picture, so maybe I had mistaken her for someone else. That should be the truth.‘I didn’t see my mother. If she were really my mother, she wouldn’t run the second time.The front door bell rang, but I didn’t feel motivated to move; whoever it was should move back to where they were coming from. I wasn’t prepared to see anyone now, but this prick somehow had the nerve to ring con
Joan’s povHe wouldn’t hear me out; he was becoming such a prick, but I wouldn’t blame him. There was just something off about this woman that didn’t sit right with me; it was as though she was seeking sympathy, which was still obvious, but Fred was too blinded.I was going to find out what really happened, and even though it sucked to actually say this, I knew Jones was a freak, but I wanted to hear his side of the story; it shouldn’t be any different from the story she had proposed, and even if it had to be, I just wanted to know how and what had happened between both of us.I did all I did mostly because of Fred. I had seen the way he covet her return; he deserves more than just lies.I was willing to stoop as low as talking to Jones. Wanting to see him would bring back so much trauma, not like I didn’t have enough drama going on already; I had vouch never to see him again, but just this one time.Maybe I will just sit back home and watch how things play out before everyone; beside
Joan’s pov“Real mother,” I repeated.It sounded bizarre, and it was hard for me too. Fred’s mother had been out of his life for as long as everyone could remember. and now she was back at home, and I don’t feel good about it, but I couldn’t bore mom with all the weird feelings I felt inside or the insane fact that her husband had been locked up, or I was molested all along, or Fred was expelled from the college she wanted him to graduate from. .It was made clear that she shouldn’t know about everything until she is done with surgery, so she doesn’t stress her heart.The possibility of having high blood pressure was high if she was stressed. Most likely, we were supposed to make her happy, but not too happy. So in her innocent heart, her husband was too busy and got a job offer, and they were having issues, and he didn’t come.And Fred was back home because I told him that she was sick and it made her happy, but it was all lies.A lot had gone wrong in the family, and I feared she mig
Joan’s POVI hated everyone.Angered and frightened, I let myself fall to the bed, the tears trickling down the back of my eyes. How can Fred just come back to him? And the first thing he does is assume that I would slap a woman the age of my mother because I hated her.I was too gullible to attempt such a mistake, but I had already accepted my fate; she was his mother; she was just his mother.I let the anger take a toll on me and slowly drove me to sleep, just to wake up to the loony weather. My stomach rumbled, but the sadness made me nauseous. But there was just this scent that piqued my interest; it smelt like a perfectly made stake, and on a platter, it made my belly sing even more.But then, when I remembered who might be preparing this food, the hunger died immediately. Fred wasn’t a good cook. I learned that the hard way. After, he prepared food for me to eat during my mom's vacation with Jones. Thank goodness she dropped leftovers, but that wasn’t the matter on the ground.I