"Keep thee grounded and still, my dear," Sister Cecilia said with a sad smile on her wrinkled lips. Tucking my stray hair behind my black bonnet, away from my black and blue eyes and bruised lips.
“You okay, sister?” Hanna finally asks after she put Angela on my bed. Sh*t, what time is it? It seems like I have
“Mommy Amber!” The sweet Angela comes running at me as soon as I open the front door. Tighten her little arms around my legs then look up at me with her big brown eyes. I used to have that kind of eyes too, shining, trusting, loving. God! How can my monster breed such an angelic child?“May peace be upon thee, Mommy.” She babbles with distorted words that sound more like ‘ma-pi-bi-pon-ti! ma-mi’. She still can’t pronounce the words correctly yet, especially with those ‘r’, ‘t’, and ‘c’. Yes… It’s difficult to understand her sometimes, but it's very easy to tolerate one’s flaws if they have such angelic appearance. I even think
I'm on my knees, smiling like a three-year-old. My hands are busy picking some sexy red tomatoes, then putting them in a woven bamboo basket beside me. I run my finger through the damp soil. Taking a deep breath. There is the sweet smell of the freshly cut leaves, moss, and wet grass.
My eyes flip open at once at the first light in the morning, I gasp for air with my heart in my stomach and eyes wide open. As if I was drowning and then snapped out of water. It was a sudden, mechanical awakening. But I didn’t mind, really.
"SAY SOMETHING!" He screams again."Le-let me--, hrrrk let--, let me go-o,"
Warning: This chapter contains some sensitive content like emotional and sexual trauma that may not be suitable for some readers. If you are easily triggered, please refrain.You have been warned.