Neglected 소설 & 이야기

"Calm down, will you?" "Peace, you don't understand. I'm happy that he finally wants to introduce me to the world but then, there goes his family. They are quite infamous for always maltreating the less privileged, so I am scared." "Babe keep calm, Alex loves you and that is all that matters, Peace reassured." Oops, pardon my manners. I'm Vivian Blakes. I don't know if I should say I'm a Nigerian or just claim to be an American. Either way, I'm African-American.

The days turned into weeks and then months, and every day, Luca got better, it was a lot of work and it wasn’t an easy journey but seeing him get better as the days passed gave her joy and hope that everything would be okay, he didn’t try to push her away again, in fact, he always reached for her and she made sure she was always there for him. Nora was so absorbed in everything that concerned Luca and making sure he was never alone that she forgot to take care of herself, she woke up feeling dizzy, she struggled to get to the restroom and splashed water over her face, when she looked up at the mirror in the restroom, she realized that she has lost weight, she hadn’t been taking care of herse

“I’ve insulted you, ignored you, scream at you, avoided you for months and you can’t still read the boldly written hand writing on the wall” “Don’t you have just a little bit of self respect or maybe self value?” Josephine fell silent after listening to Marcus, she got totally lost in her own world. Different scenarios of when Marcus insulted her ran through her mind. She sat across him silently wishing her usual proud and arrogant self would kick in and would be able to walk out of the room gracefully. Josephine grew up with parents who were only supportive financially but was never there in other areas a growing child would need. Without any internal conflict she knew she was mentally and

"Babe, you saw the way he used to look at Mariana. He loves her so, so much." "Then he should have kept his dick in his pants," I grumble. "I agree. But he didn't, and he lost his entire family because of it." I shake my head at the absurdity of her defending the guy who just called her a whore, but she refuses to lose eye contact with me. "Look, I've forgiven myself and made amends the best I can. And you know how long and hard that process was. Multiply that guilt by a million, add in some children, and you have a really, really depressed guy." I look at the ground, not wanting to hear her justify his actions. "Think about it. If you had cheated on me - "

Minus asked. “Nothin’. Not a goddamned thing I can do about it. It’s aggressive and it’s having a fucking party all over my insides. Besides, it’s not like the club has a health plan to pay for treatment. Hell, before we started getting’ patched up by Doc Eldie, I hadn’t seen a doctor since I was a kid. Probably why I’m in the state I am now. She was the one that spotted somethin’ was wrong with me in the first place, but by then it was too late.” “Then why the fuck are you telling us?” I asked.

Just as he was heaving the heavy thick wooden door closed, a pair of hands pulled it back open. There before him stood the reason for so many things. This battle. Sheiria's fatal wound. The reason that their son had been spirited away by his most trusted captain and the boy's nursemaid. Ragar was an ugly man. In both mind, heart and appearance. Unkept, wild, knotted hair. A mouth full of rotting teeth. A demeanor of cruelty and greed. The only thing about the man that resembled health was his rounded belly, suggesting a habit of over-eating and over-indulgence.

“Our mother’s memory is diminishing. Her illness can be called different names, and we do not name them in front of her because she gets upset. She has not forgotten us yet, but we do not want to wait for the day we lose her because we have been negligent.” Regina nodded. Alzheimer’s or dementia is the leading illness amongst older people, and neglect always leads to injuries and complications, thus making the rest of their days more difficult, and most often painful. “Mom said she does not need a babysitter, so we will not require her staff to wear the standard white uniform. But you can wear those colorful scrubs they wear at the hospitals all the time.” Myles was talking about the multi-c

"My mind pulling together an imaginary image in an effort to see the face I was talking to. I'm sure my doctors could find a million similar cases for others in my state." ​My excitement dwindles as I look at her, her face strained with exhaustion and sadness. Hope was a feeling she'd been living without for so long that she couldn't even muster it up at this moment. It was sad that she'd been burned so many times she no longer tried or cared... she didn't seem to care. And when I thought about it, Iris didn't seem to care about much of anything. She didn't seem to have any friends or family she cared about.

When I finally ran out of desperate words, he steepled his fingers and studied me like a piece of meat on the cutting board. “I can give you the time off,” he said slowly. “Paid. Plus extra for the missed shifts. But nothing’s free anymore, little girl. You know that.” Relief and dread crashed into each other inside my chest. I nodded quickly. “Whatever you want. Just… please.” He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small black box. Inside was a sleek, teardrop-shaped silicone plug, slightly curved, with a flared base and a wireless remote beside it. It wasn’t huge, but it looked heavy. Sinister.

I leaned back in my chair, still tasting the memory of her on my fingertips. Billie thinks she got away with skipping dinner last night. She’s religiously loyal to drinking water than food, so Law slipped in a mild appetite stimulant. Nothing dangerous, just enough to make sure she feels genuinely hungry when she tries to starve herself. We’re not letting her waste away. She’s unaware of that. My attention shifted back to the documents spread across the desk. We were basically hunting a ghost. The child had almost no usable information. There's no confirmed age, clear photographs or medical records.