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
Joan’s POV“Wow, just…”“What do you want to do? Call Fred and cry to him about how unjustly I treated you. For fuck sake, you are old enough to be a little bit wise and know when to leave the room; don’t be a cow; move,” she said, pushing me out of the room and locking the door. Leaving me outside totally left me in dismay and confusion.She was just too confident, and it hurt me to know she was right, but complaining about this now wouldn’t resolve anything; I needed to find whatever she was looking for before she finally took it. A part of me tells me that whatever she was planning on taking was going to leave a dent in this family.And that might be the sole reason she came back home. She didn’t come back to Fred; at least I knew that enough after all the displays of control and her pettiness. She was only concentrating on toying with his feelings and his trauma.She wanted to use him, and she knew he would fall for her the moment she came into his life. I was beginning to doubt e
Joan’s POVThe next morning...I felt sore inside; I barely ate the previous day, so my belly told me. The room was hazy, and the thought of everything that had happened these previous days weighed me down and filled me with sadness, but I just chose to be okay with it; otherwise, I would be punishing myself with all these bodily demands.I could perceive the scent of warm food this early, and it messed with me, but I wasn’t going to starve because I didn’t want them to see me at my lowest, so I stood from the bed, dressed myself up, took my bath, and then walked out of my room.As always, they had that picture-perfect family look; literally, the view needed to see them as happy.Lisa was holding Fred's hands as he chopped something on the board while West was on the table playing, and then Joan stared at them in disdain. My sanity was placed at the expense of whatever joy they thought they would have with me out of the picture.I stood at the far end of the living room, taking glance