HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL THE BEAUTIFUL MOTHERS OUT THERE. HAVE A BLESSED AND AMAZING DAY. ❤️Fiona.
Maxwell wrapped an arm around his sister's shoulder and walked her outside to the waiting area of the Boston airport. The summer breeze gifted them a warm welcome. Maxwell peered down to look at Glenda's face and, for the first time in a long while, she was wearing a genuine smile.Maxwell was 45 years old, he lost his parents in a car crash when he was 10. Glenda being older by 16 years, took care of him like he was her own. Even after she wed and had children, she still treated him like a son instead of her brother. Glenda's son, Adam, is 33, married, and served in the US military while her daughter, April, is 28 and lives in Greece with her spouse. It had been Glenda and him for the last 8 years since her husband died when she was 30. Now 61, she deserved a break from hardship and stress. He was just happy that Bradley gave them such a great opportunity. Maxwell intended to get a second job while still working for the Dicksons so that he could buy a house for his sister and himself
TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS SEXUAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. DON'T WORRY, THE ABUSE SCENES WILL NOT BE SO VIVID IN THE COMING CHAPTERS.PEBBLES' POVDECEMBER 24TH, 2015Sanguine liquid dribbled down my face and unto my white turtleneck blouse, staining it red. My hand slowly rose and touched the corner of my left brow and I flinched in pain as my fingers brushed against the deep, fresh cut. The warm and sticky substance oozed out in waves. I quickly removed my hand and tilted my head so that my eyes met the ceiling of the tiny closet where I hid. I lifted my palm above my face, my eyes widened in horror as my honey-brown hand was painted with wet, crimson juice.“Bl—blood, ” I whispered to myself. My teeth were chattering and my heart tightened at the sight of the bodily fluid. I used one palm and clutch my chest. I gripped the front of my blouse so tightly, my knuckles became white. My rear hit the wall as I stumbled backwards. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run, but
PEBBLES' POV AUGUST 10TH, 1999He yanked my hair and wrenched me out of the bed. The force of his actions sent me plummeting to the floor. I caught a glimpse of my frightened reflection in his shiny leather shoes. My body was still tender from the beatings it endured three days prior. "I specifically told you yesterday that I needed everyone ready by 8 am today," he raised his foot and attempted to kick me. I closed my eyes and curled in a fetal position as I waited for him to attack." Get up and get ready, you negro bastard." I peeked through my lids and I saw him adjusting his gold-plated cuff links. "You have me working up a sweat and I haven't even had breakfast yet, " he sighed. "Get up."I slowly got up and wobbled to my feet. My soft grey eyes locked onto his icy blue ones that were filled with pure hatred and resentment. His dark blonde sideburns had streaks of grey. His moustache was neatly trimmed and sat perfectly above his thin pink lips. "I-I'm sorry. I fo-forgot to set
I was starving and dehydrated when I was found the next day. The maid heard my weak cries and informed my grandmother. Grandma came running as soon as she heard. “Why were you in the closet?” She hugged me tightly, checking my body to see if I was hurt. “Quick, get her some water," she ordered the maid. Grandma hugged me again with tears pooling in her eyes. “I am OK, grandma. I was playing, and I got locked in," I lied. Grandma knew my grandfather was not fond of me, but she did not know about the beatings. Bianca and Sinister gave me strict instructions that if I told people, then I would be taken away to go live in the group home. I did not want that. Plus, Grandma had been complaining about forgetting stuff lately, like her keys, business appointments, and birthdays. But the scariest thing was when I heard her talking to the doctor, and he told her she had something called early onset Alzheimer's. It sounded serious, but she promised me that when she left for good, everything woul
AUGUST 27, 2005One year ago, I lost my grandmother. I lost my heart and my desire to live. If it wasn't for my Penpal, Badboy 2.0, then I would have taken my life already. We both promised to do whatever it takes to get admission to Harvard University.It was the last Saturday of summer. I was starting high school on Monday, and I was so excited. Blair and her daughter Jenna came to live with us after Grandma's funeral. My mother met some rich man a few months ago, and he had been taking her all over the world on his private jet. Bianca and I barely spoke over the past year. I just kept to myself and stayed out of her way.Sinister's beatings got worst after Grandma died. I was admitted twice to the hospital after I passed out from one of his mighty blows to my head. The doctors and nurses did not buy the story of me falling down the stairs, but Sinister let his money answer all their questions. Of course, he paid them off. I was treated and released on both occasions.Lately, though,
Death, it came for Bianca without warning; like a gunshot from behind. One moment she was here flying high above the clouds with her rich, married lover, clinking champagne glasses and probably joining the mile-high club, and then the next minute she was gone. Just like that; she ceased to exist. Engine failure, they said. The sophisticated jet caught fire while it was still in the air, then it exploded into millions of pieces before the remnants fell to the shores of the Rocky Mountains. Should I wear black? I asked myself. Wearing black clothing at a funeral was intended to show respect for the deceased. I searched my soul, but I could find no ounce of respect. I still wore black though. I dare not to get on the devil's dangerous side. He had been colder since the death of his only child. He backhanded a maid for spilling some water, and he kicked the holster for forgetting to clean the stables. Sinister arranged for the funeral to be held just two days after her death, so Jenna
The past couple of days all seemed like one big nightmare. I received my first kiss, then I got beaten, found out my mother died, and then was hampered from attending her funeral. When will my life stop sucking? I asked myself.I got dressed as it was my first day of high school. Well, technically it was Tuesday, but because Bianca's funeral was yesterday, we did not attend school. I tucked neatly my white dress shirt into my knee-length blue and black pleated skirt, a matching tie hung around my neck. I pulled my black socks up to my knees and fitted my hair in a ponytail that fell in the middle of my back.Jenna was dressed similarly, as we attended a private school. Sinister said that since my mother gave me her last name, I should at least get educated like a Hemington. Jenna begged for us to be driven to school in style. Sinister did not hesitate as he ordered Maxwell to drive us in his stretched limousine. As soon as the limo hit the curb, Jenna stood and poked her head through
A week later and I went back to the hospital for a check-up. The oddest thing was that I was told Doctor Bailey no longer worked there. The nurse I asked informed me he resigned from the hospital and moved to another state. Something felt off in the pits of my stomach.Sinister avoided me like a plague, but I did not mind at all. Badboy2.0 kept me company while I recovered.❤️Lonergirl: You're really not going to tell me your actual name?💋Badboy2.0: Nope. So, you will not send me a picture, so I know who I'm talking to?❤️Lonergirl: I guess you'll have to wait until we meet at Harvard.💋Badboy2.0: That's like 4 years from now. 😒😒😒❤️Lonergirl: I know, but good things come to those who wait.💋Badboy2.0: Can we at least exchange numbers? I am dying to hear your voice.Shit! I couldn't tell him I didn't have a phone. ❤️Lonergirl: Sure. You can send me your number. I will call you when I'm ready.💋Badboy2.0: You are a difficult and mysterious woman. I like it.❤️Lonergirl: OK. I