Velvets delicate fingers balled into fists, she shut both her eyes, she wasnt going to shed a tear for that beast!
It was already late into he night when she stopped her journey down memory lane, she layed warily on her bed, she hadn't being hearing screams of pain from her mother. Lately as her father had to much to deal with at the company and sometimes even slept there.
But her father was home today....
Jane and victor weren't in the house at this point leaving only her, her mom and her dad,
Soon enough, the muffled screams and pain filled moans filtered into her ears.
She wanted to help her mum, she wanted to help the only one dear to her, she wanted to help her genuine,her only genuine family.
But she knew more than anyone that rather than saving her mother, she would be breaking her, her mother didn't want anyone to see her this was, at the very least, she wanted to deceive the world with her cherry blossom smile.
No one knew how broken this strong, seemingly happy girl was.
Her greif died with every dawn
Her silent sobs resonated through the room untill sleep claimed her.
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Mrs. Adams put the last stroke of the concealer on her face before staring into the mirror, the mirror reflected her husband, a man she had, as a maid filled in love with, someone who she had grown along side with.
Flora Adams...
A last name she had wanted so much in her youthful years, a name she had, even when raped, stuck too.
But not any more, her face was littered with purplish blue bruises that ran although her body but had being considerably covered by the concealer.last night for the first time , she had taken the initiative to provoke her drunk to stupor husband...all for those blots of ink on the seemingly useless pieces of paper.
Courage filtered into her bones as she grabbed those papers , hiding them from his line of sight, while he was drunkenly touchingher, she succumbed willfully getting him to sign those papers.
Divorce certificates...
He never really touched her, only them both knew, he had only ever had sex with her the very time he raped her, anytime he drunkenly tried, he would start to call her Berlinda.
The name of his dead wife...
Then he would beat her stripped naked body till her face was so swollen that it was hardly recognisable before letting the alcohol pull him into sleeps clutches.
Those long seconds he slept, many thought would surface in her mind as she glared hatefully at his body lying limp on the vast bed.
She only endure this all to build a happy nursing home for the four children, for the promise she made to Belinda on her death bed, fo r the promiseto take care of the children till death clames her.But she had tried her best, she had given it her all and now,
no more....
She had to leave for the sake of her little Velvet who had grown into a beautifull young woman, this all had to come to an end!
She grabbed the certificates, slipping them into an already packed up bag as she strengthened her resolve.