The men I should trust
Chapter 1
She smiled, as she held the bundle of female beauty in her arms, the best feeling ever, her first child, after so many miscarriages, there she came the bundle of sweetness, her fulfilment, she is now a mother. Then the intense pain could not let her breathe well enough to think straight, she gasped for breath, as she asked to see the man who stood by her all through and through it all, Patrick her rise and shining armour, her loving and caring husband. Doctors called him in, he stood there holding her tender qlmost lifeless palm, " Dorthy, my strong woman, you came through it all.. " she muttered her last words " protect her like you did me.. " the machine gave the death beep, Dorathy is gone, gone forever, the baby lying down, on her lifeless body, sobbing quietly, like she knew exactly what happened there and then.
It's a month now, He looks at her and the pain comes rushing down his spine, giving him the shivers, ohh! How he wished, he wished things worked out differently, his strong woman would still be here and not "this bundle of pain".
He was yet to give her a name, as he is yet over the pain she caused his wife, the fact that she killed his beautiful wife.
Two years later, she still had no name, he employed a maid, whose duty is to feed and cook dinner and lives once it's 5pm.
He has found new love, Jane, whom he shared the story of how he lost his wife and of his daughter yet to be named.
Jane: she is just a little harmless. child.
Patrick: she took my happiness from me, she should have died in her place, and we would plan on having another, if it where a boy, I wouldn't really bother much though.
Jane: if not that I love you so much, I would call you a w*cked man.
Patrick: haha! Whatever though, you know you just cannot.
They discussed this, in the comfort of her one room apartment, while the little girl was in school, been bullied by a classmate, about 2 years older than her, but she dare not speak to her father about it, else he will finish what the 4 year old started.
It's the third year, Jane officially becomes his wife, and she names the little girl "Jessi" treated her like a mother would her daughter, even against the warnings of her husband , Jessi's father.
Two months later....
Both husband and wife seated in the living room discussing and Jessi by the door playing with a doll her step mom bought her..
Jane: Jessi go get me a glass of water...
Patrick:i wonder why you name and trust this girl with what you eat.
Jane: she is human.... (screams out so loud)
Patrick: what is it??
Jane tries holding her breathe, while staring at an empty space..
To be continued.....
Note: every name used in this, story are totally fictional, if it corresponds to that of someone you know, it's strictly a coincidence.
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