My mouth dropped open at what she was telling me. My father was her abuser? My family was hurting her over and over and I am allowing this why? Thoughts of vulnerable Nadia fighting with everything in her to not let this man win, eventually losing all the fight in her. I shook my head in disbelief. I backed up into the wall and began fighting back tears. This can't be true. I can’t let this go on any longer, but I don’t want my family dead even though that’s what needs to happen. Imagine the conflict my head is going through processing this. “I can’t be involved with you, with your father still here. He hurt me Carter over and over again.
He damaged me more than Carlos ever did. But I won’t make you decide between your family and me. But I choose my kids and me to protect.” I sat on my bed with my face in my hands trying to understand how much pain she went throug
I woke up from my long nap and noticed the other side of the bed was now cold, missing Carter’s warmth. I got up and found him in the kitchen with Bently cooking breakfast. “Hey, are you hungry?” He placed a plate on the table knowing that of course, I was hungry. I sat down on the stool and picked at my food. “Listen, Carlos mentioned a party that’s happening in a few days and he ordered for you to be there. It wasn’t up for debate.” I nodded and played around with my eggs as I took tiny bites. There was a huge elephant in the room causing tension. “Mom, you okay?” Bently plopped himself on the stool next to me. So innocent and I loved it. “Yeah, I am just tired, did you sleep well?” He nodded before attempting to take the bacon off my plate. I grabbed his hand. “Don’t you know better than to take a girl’s bacon?” I joked as I took a bite from the bacon in his hand. He laughed before eating the rest. He stood up and wrapped his arms around me laying
I tossed and turned all night next to the man who caused me eight years of pain. All the abuse I endured, and I couldn’t wait until he was dead. Knowing I would never catch any sleep, I got up out of bed and headed downstairs to make a snack. When I got there, a light was already on. I peaked in and saw a full head of brown hair. “Can’t sleep?” Talon asked before turning around to greet me with a smile. “Guess that makes two of us, why are you awake?” I said as I walked to the fridge talking and taking out sandwich material. “Want a sandwich?” I asked to which he nodded. I began to make our sandwiches in slightly awkward silence. “Are you nervous?” He asked. I nodded in reply. I walked back to the fridge where the whiteboard was and began to write. “I wouldn’t talk here; he has recording devices.” He nodded as I erased what I wrote. “Just know that there will be someth
Weeks had passed and I couldn’t seem to get out of bed. How could a moment so perfect be so wrong? I felt betrayed, hurt, worried, devastated, and just completely out of touch with myself. I couldn’t get myself out of this slump as Bently was the reason I forced myself to eat. I know it was selfish, but maybe this is what rock bottom feels like. I recall the blank look Carter had given me before he hit the ground. Was he even alive? No one had told me anything and it was killing me. I think they were trying to avoid giving me any more bad news. The door to the room I was staying in opened. The man with brown eyes walked in. “Get out of bed. You’ve been cooped up for two weeks and Bently needs his mom.” He demanded. But sadly, my body just couldn’t move. He threw the covers off me, “You stink, and for someone who only eats soup your clothes are getting too tight.” I got the pillow and threw it at him as h
Carter and I had exited the room and we followed the voice of Carlos into an office. When we walked in, we saw Carlos in Talon’s face screaming. Yet I wasn’t watching him, I was watching Talon. He was sitting in a chair behind a desk, his arms folded across his chest and he was solemn. He didn’t react to all the yelling as if It were boring him. A man who keeps his composure I find attractive. We stood there listening to them. “You had no right to pull all my men out. I made you millions by doing what I do!” Carlos was screaming and continued until Talon raised his hand silencing him. It went quiet, they just stared down and Carlos finally backed up and took a breath. “Those are my men, not yours. You abused your power. A power that not only got my niece involved but your damn wife that you mistreated. It’s sad to say but you will never be the man your father was. That’s sad considering he was a piece of
Days have come and gone. I found myself getting ready for the morning, it felt like I hadn’t gotten any sleep. After showering and getting Bently ready we headed downstairs for breakfast. I ran straight into Talon. These hormones were getting to me, it’s been really hard to be around him and not let my mind wander. “You okay, you seem in a rush?” Talon said, I kept my eyes on his chest because if I looked at his brown eyes, It would be really hard to hide how much I wanted him. “It’s the first time I’ve seen a doctor this pregnancy. I am hoping to find the gender and start searching for a place.” He took a step back putting some distance between us. “Do you need a ride or some money?” My eyes met my eyelids. “No, it’s fine. Carter is taking me, and I have money. Thank you though. His eyes were burning a hole in my head and he wouldn’t leave. “Nadia, look at me.”
You know as a little girl, I was always told,"Life is what you make it. If it doesn't turn out as planned, know you were in control."Yet, what if it was too late to fix it? What if good intentions turn bad and suddenly you're in a never-ending cycle of bad? This isn't a love story or how I came to be, but a story about never-ending pain and suffering. I held onto his lifeless body after hearing him say he loved me. I stroked his light red hair and watched as his eyes were no longer staring into a future. I failed and yet I did nothing to find the solution, just created more and more of the problem. I was the problem.My family is from Juarez, Mexico. A place with great food, but also so much sadness. The poverty is bad, the police are corrupt, and yet no one was doing anything
I knew how these things go. Women who were kidnapped get trafficked and sold like dogs, and I was not about to let these girls be victims. I let myself ponder for some time trying to figure out how to get out of this mess. I weighed all the options. But sadly, there wasn't anything except for one, and my heart had no desire to do it."Listen I have a plan. When those doors open, you wait five minutes and then you take these girls and you run. You keep running and you don't look back."Her face was in complete shock."What about you?"Her eyes were scared, yet she was determined."I said to run and do not look back. Don't worry about me, just know you will see home again. These girls
Eight years later...There was a long period of time where I had lost the strong girl that would do everything in her power to make a point. To prove that I was better than anyone. If I didn't have a son to protect in all this, I would spend each and every day trying to escape. Yet if I made the wrong move like I did the first time, there's a chance my son would lose his mom, or worse he would get hurt. But there comes a time when enough is enough, and it starts today. I was folding clothes in my room, like the good little wife I am, trying to fight back the vomit forming in my throat."Nadia, where are you?"that annoying voice that made my ears want to bleed rang out through the hallway."In the bedroom," I respond back while contin