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His Broken Angel

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Sharlen Lindiwe Isabella had a happy life. Two beautiful sisters that adored her and would do any thing for her, a brother in law who became like a father to her when she and her sisters lost their own. Sensitive is what they call her. Despite being "sensitive" she manages to forge herself a beautiful with her two children and the love her life, a life she never thought she'd have. She became a great mother to her kids and a wonderful wife to her husband. But sometimes the evil doesn't have t be a stranger you meet on the street. Sometimes the devil can be holding on to a tight grin under a frown, as they look at you in the eye telling you "I love you." One day Shay goes to bed with her kids tucked in safely - or so she thought- and the love of her life in her arm, only to waken up to a nightmare that never seemed to end. Join Shay as she emerges from her 5 year long hell as she tries to reclaim her life and piece together her shuttered heart. will she ever be able to love again? And what happens to her when the past comes back to threaten the life she had started building for herself? Can she pick herself up again when the truth about her past is revealed. What does a boomerang do again?
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Chapter 1 - Fate-less day

My name is Sharlene Lindiwe Isabella Williams.

I have two sisters and I happen to be the middle child- sucks, I know- oldest is Katharine Nondumiso Belladonna Williams but we all just call her Katie and my youngest is Avery Zama Annabella Williams but we call her Ave.

I'm 29 years old and I'm currently living with my older sister and her husband Luke.

Unusual?

Yes, I know, but you will shortly get to know why and perhaps you won't believe it as odd.

It wasn't perpetually like this, you know. It's like one day daylight had gone under and never rose, I had taken off to sleep one night and arose to a nightmare that never expired.

That dreadful day has now existed permanently tightened to my soul as it seared me, colonized me.

At periods I would wake in the inner of the night in cold exertions wanting that it was all just a terrible nightmare, trifle but a misery.

If only wishes were horses right.

5 years have enacted since I lost my husband and kids in a house invasion, or so I believed it was, every day since then I've inquired God why I had to be the one to survive, I was not moreover worthy than my family.

I despise how people would explain to me all this transpired for a reason or in time I will rehabilitate cause time heals all wounds.

5 years and my wound was still raw,

at times I could still hear my baby girl's laughter or the echoes of my baby boy running and playing soccer in the house, no matter how many times I shout "no soccer in the house" but he continues anyway.

5 years later I can still hear my husband calling from the privy cause he forgot his towel.

Again.

And what apparent justification could there be for two kids, not even in their teens, to have their lives snatched away from them in a vicious and senseless manner?

I would love to hear that rationale.

I was proud to have existed a Jones once. The name gave rise to my great dignity and happiness to have been part of decent loving people and I recollect that dreadful day like it transpired yesterday, it was like any other day at the Jones.

Flesh back .............

Five years ago

Just like clockwork, 6 am came and I'm evoked by the vastly hellish pitch on the planet.

I've surmised that whoever it was that came up with an alarm, was presumably evil.

With my sluggish hand advanced slamming the snooze control, I feel big arms around my abdomen grabbing me in close, all I can do is just smile to myself as I understand how fortunate and privileged I breathe, to have a loving husband like my Nickolas.

Largely when he begins groaning next to my inlet because he'd slept late busy getting in contact with various merchandise and merchants from numerous regions.

It stood a struggling period to be conducting business in South Africa, but my man is sufficiently smart.

"Good dawning my heart"

I said with a soft lazy smile.

"Morning love"

He mumbled as he peppered my cove and shoulder with smooth feathery kisses while he grabbed me tighter to his very bare chest.

I could perish and be joyous.

Subsequently a few twinklings of holding each other and hardly basking in his affection, with a final kiss on my cheek he stands and walks to the privies to begin his day.

I kept up in bed for lengthier, understanding very soon he'd be calling for me to fetch him his towel.

And right on cue, he calls out from inside the shower after a few moments of it running.

"Hi babe can you please bring me my towel, please"

I just grinned and cry outback an

"Ok" at how predictable he had served.

Providing my man his towel, I make my direction to my sons' room to have him prepared for school, he was accomplishing his last year in kindergarten.

First grade was next year and he was beyond excited.

I strolled in and form next to him on the bed, settling on his bedside lamp and it shined a pale glow all around.

I shook him slightly as I called his name softly but all I got back were his moans and groans, swerving away from the light when he attempts to open his eyes.

I lent a low laugh and began tickling him to assist him to wake him up, primary, he just groaned that soon cracks into a smile and an epidemic into gales of laugher.

"Good morning pumpkin "

I announced kissing his forehead, my voice sluggish and laced with leisure.

"Good dawn mama"

He said with a groggy voice still.

"Come on out of bed before you get tardy for school "

With no indication and every evidence of sleep vanished as marathons out of bed and into the washroom, provoking gales of a laugh from me at the enthusiasm he felt for school.

Man, when I was his age I would sob so I could slumber for five additional minutes, but no not him.

Subsequently, I've scrutinized him for some time, making sure he is performing all he needs to accomplish, I leave him to robe, extent I got on and assembled breakfast.

Crucial meal of the day after all.

Thereupon all was said and done, breakfast eaten parting busses provided, my day went on by similar to any other day.

With just me and my adorable baby girl at home keeping ourselves active until such juncture arrived to fetch my son, from school and drove him to soccer training before the three of us reached home and begin on dinner.

The reasonable day is true, full.

Then my wonderful husband arrives home with his traditional, bouquets in hand for his gorgeous wife- affirmative, me ladies- and a stuffed animal for our daughter who appears to be obsessed with them and anything to do with soccer for my son.

We had dinner at the same time as every day, while we discussed our day and my boys giving rise to me.

Like always.

Can't wait for my girl to grow up so she can help me against this taunter of mine.

Nickolas bathed Ash while I busied myself with Blu who was particularly fussy tonight, but not long after both kids were in bed and out.

Making my way to my room with a weary sigh, I heard disturbances coming outside the kitchen window.

Pausing, I attended as I clasped my breath.

Shrugging when I heard nothing and started walking, my footsteps blinked when I heard the same noise, so I made a beeline into my bedroom and surveyed the computer monitor, demonstrating all the cameras we've inaugurated outside, but all I saw was our next-door compatriots' cat.

How I abhor cats.

Leaving the cat to its propensities, I swaddled myself in my husband's limbs and let sleep seize me.

Delighted that after a lengthy time, he got to bed early and I can fall somnolent in his warm arms.

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I arose with a hand draping my mouth, and I felt fear firing through my physique and incapacitating me.

Nearly shrieking when I recognized it was my husband and at that time I was prepared to tear him a new one, if it's coitus he wanted this is not the way to go for it.

Just as my propensity changes from panic to perturbed, I'm about to say something under his hand when he set a finger on his lip.

I was prepared to destroy him when I gave attention to it, voices in the house and glass breaking.

"Call the police and go get the kids, I will assess what's happening"

He muttered to me as quickly as his hand was in my mouth, he merely tosses the phone my way and I quietly did as I'm told with shuddering hands.

He was at the door scanning if it' was safe to go to the kids.

He then tooted me to come

"10 111 what's your emergency "

A lady inquired on the end of the receiver

"Yes hello we have intruders at our house and we have kids in the house as well"

I said terrified while making my way to blues room

"Ok, ma'am what's your address!"

She asked me

"85 11th Avenue and St Mary highland north"

I recited promptly and quietly, my voice hissing like I was on the brink of gashes.

"Do you know how many they are? "

"No, my husband took off to check and I'm grabbing the kids"

I told her as I pulled blue up and right next to her room was my son Ash's room.

Opening his door and bossing inside and closing the door, she then said

"Ok ma'am I need you guys to remain safe till assistance arrives, they are virtually there, and can you keep up on the line with me till they get there"

"Ok will do"

I said raising my son and making confident he doesn't make a commotion with the phone still on, I told him to go hide in his cabinet but as we were striding, the vastly deafening sound sent quivers down my spine given rise to my blood running cold.

We hear a gun being banged not once not doubly but three-time

" Nickolas"

A whimper was the bare aspect that succeeded out of my mouth.

As I scrambled and concealed the kids in the alcove.

I heard the operator was speaking but my brain couldn't seem to filter or enroll what she is announcing as I ran out of my sons' room towards where my husband was.

If my blood ran frigid only by hearing the shots nonentity could describe me beholding Nick on the ground shot on the stomach and chest.

Worthless could have qualified me for this.

"Nick"

I cried out as rambunctious as a banshee and ran to his flank but I'm pulled back by my hair, denounced to the ground and

Pain litigations through my whole body immobilizing me on the spot as I try to draw in the air that was whacked out of me, so I just started crawling towards Nick's winded.

Who desires air.

I gave attention to a dark evil chuckle appearing from behind me as I whizzed.

"Don't fuss sweetie you all going in the same place no need to trudge now is there"

He said and not a dual later, his words are chaperoned by a kick to the cranium, for a few seconds or were it minutes - I couldn't tell- everything went black

My head throbbed as if it had a pulse of its own and my vision obscured. Furthermore, I faintly heard him say

"Search the entire niche, no one survivors, not even a rat if they have one"

With my vision darkened and a pulsing head, my mind works overtime worrying about my kids.

God, if you can give attention to me accept me, and protect my kids for me.

I launched a silent prayer.

Then I hear my kids howling.

Revolting against the darkness not to seize me immediately as I'm seeing black spots, my heart existed at my soles at that period my brain no longer helped me but toiled against me.

Leaving Nick I totter to my kids but onetime similarly an enormous troop blows me at the rear of my head propelling me to the floor.

An outcry I never anticipated I could achieve tore from my throat

"Please let them be"

I pleaded to combat to keep my eyes available.

"Please whatever you desire I will do simply let them be"

I asserted breathlessly.

"See, as tempting as that is I'm afraid I've been provided all that I desire and more"

The very man said I attempted looking at these men, all I saw were 4 huge sculptures with disguises on since the only source of light was the moon.

Then I heeded it.

That sound that had attracted me here in the initial position.

The sound that brought into the world all my insides swivel inward out.

The sound that I was dreading to hear furthermore.

"kill them all "

One of the men in a musk bellowed out.

Four additional gunshots belonged to that night, the first two appeared from the other side of the room which resulted in everything in my body stopping its objective.

I understood what had transpired but my psyche my body could not acknowledge anything.

I expired right then and there not because of anything but because of hearing the two shots.

Then I heard two extra, this period right in front of me

But I was already numb I felt nothing I just felt darkness put up with me and I accepted it with accessible arms.

End of flesh back...........

I was awakened a week later in a hospital and I was notified I was shot twice on the chest and my heart was narrowly missed by just an inch.

The men who murdered my family, three perished attempting to run and one was in prison. Said he was employed but won't say by whom.

But now comprehend that I lost everything that night.

It was not a lovely spectacle, so I believe from what I've learned.