What Life Brings You, chapter 1
*2003*
*Tre's POV*
I woke up in a cold sweat. I bolted up in bed and looked around seeing that I was only in my room. I sighed and slipped out of bed and padded over into the bathroom that was connected to my room. I turned on the light and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was matted down on one side and stuck up on the other. My eyes where red and blood shot.
Before I go on, I think I should tell you why. My wife left me. That's right, Claudia left me for another man. She didn't take Frankito with her since the guy she dumped me for wanted nothing to do with him. So, I took him. He's only 2, but he looks so sad when his mother isn't here.
Anyway, I turned and flicked the light off and stumbled back into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin and turned over on my side and sighed. I had just had a nightmare before about the day she left, the day my life ended. I loved her so God damn much it killed me every time someone said her name or every time I looked at her.
I was just drifting back off to sleep when I heard Frankito wail "Daddy!" from his room. I sighed and lifted myself out of bed and padded down the hall to his room. I opened the door and peeked my head inside. I flipped the light switch.
"What is it buddy?" I asked, going over to the side of his bed.
"I want mommy." he said, tearfully. I sighed and lifted him up and balanced him on my hips.
"I know little guy. I'm sorry she's not here. We'll have to do without her. If she really loves us, she'll come back. Okay?" I said soothingly to my 2 year old.
He looked me in the eye, and looked doubtful, but nodded his tiny head slowly. "Okay." he said softly. I gently kissed his forehead.
"It's just us 2 right now buddy. Will that be okay for now?" I asked him.
He nodded and his eyes clear blue eyes, just like mine, lit up. "Ice cream for dinner!" he said, excitingly.
I laughed. "We'll see about that, okay?"
He nodded and giggled. Then, he yawned. "Tiwed." he said.
"Okay. How's about you and I go into my room and go to bed?"
He nodded. "You bed."
"Yep, my bed." he nodded, but his eye lids grew heavy and he yawned again. He laid his head down on my shoulder as I walked out the door and went into my room. I shut off the light before laying down in bed with my little son beside me. He was already asleep. I smiled and kissed his little forehead softly. I had my arms still around his small body, and I held his close to me as sleep, once again, over came me.
*Karly's POV*
I laid on my bed with the covers pulled up to my chin. The blanket wasn't very thick and I was shivering underneath it. Tears made their way down my face for the first time in a long time.
Let me explain. My name is Karly Fisher. I'm 24 years old and I've been living with my boyfriend Tommy Jackson since I was 20. The only problem is, he beats the shit outta me. Not only when he's drunk, oh no. When he's sober too. I hated him, but if I tried to break up with him, then he'd kill me, I know it.
Anyway, I lay under the thin blanket, shaking from the cold and crying because my life is hell. I knew this is how I was gonna die. He is gonna go too far some day and he's gonna kill me. I knew it'd be better than living this life. Anything would.
I wanted to get out of here. I knew I was gonna die not matter what I did, but I had to get outta here, and maybe I stood a chance. I climbed out of the bed, shakingly, and walked over to my closet. I grabbed a bag out of the bottom of it and shoved what I could in it. I slowly opened the door and peeked into the hall. He wasn't there. I walked down the hall and slowly down the stairs. I stopped dead at the end of the stairs. He was sitting on the couch. But, he was passed out, thank God.
I stepped over beer bottles and went to the front door. I looked back at him then turned and went out into the night, hopefully never to return.
*Nobody's POV*
What neither of these 2 knew was that they where about to meet and start a great life together, that would change them both, forever.
*Tre's POV*
I woke up in a cold sweat. I bolted up in bed and looked around seeing that I was only in my room. I sighed and slipped out of bed and padded over into the bathroom that was connected to my room. I turned on the light and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was matted down on one side and stuck up on the other. My eyes where red and blood shot.
Before I go on, I think I should tell you why. My wife left me. That's right, Claudia left me for another man. She didn't take Frankito with her since the guy she dumped me for wanted nothing to do with him. So, I took him. He's only 2, but he looks so sad when his mother isn't here.
Anyway, I turned and flicked the light off and stumbled back into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin and turned over on my side and sighed. I had just had a nightmare before about the day she left, the day my life ended. I loved her so God damn much it killed me every time someone said her name or every time I looked at her.
I was just drifting back off to sleep when I heard Frankito wail "Daddy!" from his room. I sighed and lifted myself out of bed and padded down the hall to his room. I opened the door and peeked my head inside. I flipped the light switch.
"What is it buddy?" I asked, going over to the side of his bed.
"I want mommy." he said, tearfully. I sighed and lifted him up and balanced him on my hips.
"I know little guy. I'm sorry she's not here. We'll have to do without her. If she really loves us, she'll come back. Okay?" I said soothingly to my 2 year old.
He looked me in the eye, and looked doubtful, but nodded his tiny head slowly. "Okay." he said softly. I gently kissed his forehead.
"It's just us 2 right now buddy. Will that be okay for now?" I asked him.
He nodded and his eyes clear blue eyes, just like mine, lit up. "Ice cream for dinner!" he said, excitingly.
I laughed. "We'll see about that, okay?"
He nodded and giggled. Then, he yawned. "Tiwed." he said.
"Okay. How's about you and I go into my room and go to bed?"
He nodded. "You bed."
"Yep, my bed." he nodded, but his eye lids grew heavy and he yawned again. He laid his head down on my shoulder as I walked out the door and went into my room. I shut off the light before laying down in bed with my little son beside me. He was already asleep. I smiled and kissed his little forehead softly. I had my arms still around his small body, and I held his close to me as sleep, once again, over came me.
*Karly's POV*
I laid on my bed with the covers pulled up to my chin. The blanket wasn't very thick and I was shivering underneath it. Tears made their way down my face for the first time in a long time.
Let me explain. My name is Karly Fisher. I'm 24 years old and I've been living with my boyfriend Tommy Jackson since I was 20. The only problem is, he beats the shit outta me. Not only when he's drunk, oh no. When he's sober too. I hated him, but if I tried to break up with him, then he'd kill me, I know it.
Anyway, I lay under the thin blanket, shaking from the cold and crying because my life is hell. I knew this is how I was gonna die. He is gonna go too far some day and he's gonna kill me. I knew it'd be better than living this life. Anything would.
I wanted to get out of here. I knew I was gonna die not matter what I did, but I had to get outta here, and maybe I stood a chance. I climbed out of the bed, shakingly, and walked over to my closet. I grabbed a bag out of the bottom of it and shoved what I could in it. I slowly opened the door and peeked into the hall. He wasn't there. I walked down the hall and slowly down the stairs. I stopped dead at the end of the stairs. He was sitting on the couch. But, he was passed out, thank God.
I stepped over beer bottles and went to the front door. I looked back at him then turned and went out into the night, hopefully never to return.
*Nobody's POV*
What neither of these 2 knew was that they where about to meet and start a great life together, that would change them both, forever.
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