Todos los capítulos de Betrayed: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Freya The doctors sent me home yesterday telling Mommy that I could not run or do any intense physical activity for at least a week. I stayed home all day yesterday to rest while Mommy and Anton worked. Marcel sat on the sofa bringing me anything I asked for, and he even let me lie on the sofa and watch a princess movie after lunch. He’s really nice like Anton. When Anton came home, he talked on his phone in his home office then sat on the sofa with me asking how I was feeling. I could have stayed home again today, but I want to take my spelling test. Mommy quizzed me on the way to school today, and I did really well and it didn’t make my brain hurt. At morning recess, I got to stay inside and help Miss Gates make photocopies in the office. I can still carry things, even though my wrist is in a cast. Mrs. Higgs saw me enter the office with Miss Gates and left quickly like she needed to go potty, but I know it was because she was scared.

Valerie I sit down at the table, to find Anton already cutting up Freya’s lamb for her. I’m still not used to having someone help as much as he does. He didn’t give me an excuse why he couldn’t pick her up today for me, he simply agreed. Hearing her confess how she handled the other kids at school, took everything for me not to cry. That little brat has other kids targeting my daughter, and Freya has been silent about everything until today. “Thank you, Daddy,” Freya says with a huge smile as Anton hands her back her plate with cut lamb. “Of course,” Anton answers. “Mommy, did you know Anton calls Uncle Hudson ‘stink face’ in his phone?” Freya asked with a giggle. “But we can’t tell him or he’ll be angry.” “How do you know what he has Uncle Hudson’s name as?” I asked curiously. “He just called. It was funny when he made a video call. It had his face then the name ‘stink face’ covered the

Freya I should be scared seeing Marcel hurting Aurelia’s mommy, and holding a gun to Mr. Carter’s head, but I’m not. My chin hurts really bad now, but Mommy is hurt worse. I don’t want to tell her that it hurts and make her worry. Aurelia is screaming really loud, and everyone is standing around with their phones out. I think Marcel is going to go to jail when the police come, but he’s doing his job. If he lets them go to help Mommy, they will get away. “Freya, look at your Mommy’s phone, what time is it?” Marcel asks. I reach into her purse and take her phone out, then tap the screen to see the big time. “7:12 pm,” I read out loud. “Shit.” He shoves Aurelia’s mommy to the ground, punches Mr. Carter, then picks my mommy up in his arms. “We need to get her to the hospital. The ambulance is taking too long,” Marcel tells me as I run with him to his car. I sit in the backseat and buckle up, then Marcel slides mommy ont

Valerie Thankfully the only damage Lincoln’s slap caused Freya were the broken stitches. The doctor released her just after 10 last night. She fell asleep in the car and Anton carried her in, helped me put her to bed, then insisted on putting me to bed as well. I woke up this morning, glanced at my phone and saw over twenty messages from Lincoln. I delete every single one without replying. He’s going to get what’s coming to him in time. I’m going to start with taking care of Hannah and her brat. I see my email has messages from my board of directors, and my PR department about last night’s incident. They are asking what comments I wish to make about it. I sent a brief answer: Last night was an unfortunate dispute that turned physical. My child is safe because I hired her a bodyguard who did his job. I ask anyone with video evidence from the incident to please submit it to the police and let them do their job. I ge

Freya We got dropped off at the main entrance of the hospital, where we entered to bring the sick kids their gifts, but we didn’t bring gifts today. “Mommy, why are we here?” “Astrid’s mom asked me to bring you to visit her,” Mommy answers. I follow Mommy and Anton onto the elevator and wait for it to bring us up to the kids’ floor. Mommy types something on her phone just before the elevator opens and we walk onto the kids’ floor of the hospital. I see Astrid’s mommy come out of a room towards us. She looks tired like she hasn’t been sleeping much, and I start getting a tummy ache. I grab Daddy’s hand trying to stay brave. “Freya, dear, why don’t you go ahead in, Astrid is waiting for you,” Astrid’s mommy says. I look at Daddy, not wanting to go in alone, but he smiles and bends down to speak to me. “Freya, go ahead. I’m going to stay right here, no one is going to hurt you,” Anton tells me. “We’re goin