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"Serapha please let's find another way. I can't leave him there" He begged, giving a gentle squeeze to my hand.
I nodded my head and instantly Marcus turned the car around and drove at a high speed. We reached the nursery quickly and without waiting for me Marcus jumped out and ran up the stairs.
I hurried up the stairs and opened the door after him. Lucas was sitting on the floor, sobbing, his face red and tears falling down his eyes. He didn't cry aloud but I could feel his sadness.
He raised his head and his eyes widened seeing us. Marcus ran to him and took him to his arms. Lucas buried his face in Marcus's neck and Marcus patted his back, calming him down.
"Mr. Anderson you can't take him. You are acting like a very irresponsible parent-"
Without listening to Ms. Berkeley Marcus walked past me and rushed down the steps. He kept Lucas on the baby car seat before getting into the driver's seat.
"Mrs. Anderson"
Ignoring her I walked back to the car and got inside. I craned my neck to talk to Lucas but he furrowed his eye brows, refusing to talk.
"Baby I'm so sorry-"
But he looked down, biting his lips. He did this when he was mad and right now he was mad at me. I glanced at Marcus but he was avoiding my gaze.
I did this.
I hurt them.
Suddenly I felt suffocated, for me there's nothing more hurtful than the two people you love the most refusing to look you in the eye. I made them feel sad. I made them despise me. I failed as a mother and as a wife.
My ribs heaved up and down but I was unable to breathe, the agony inside was ripping me from within. Tears pricked my eyes, threating to escape. Every bone, every muscle started aching as if I was beated to death. I felt throttled, tormented, strangled.
I gripped the door handle, unable to inhale the air around me. "Mar..cus stop... the car"
He slowed down and looked at me. But I couldn't show him my pain, I couldn't be more of a burden than I already was.
I can't hurt them anymore.
"Stop the...car. I-I want to go and...um help Jake to prepare things" I lied.
Marcus parked the car on the side and I quickly got out. Without looking at them I hailed a taxi and got in.
As I closed the door I broke down, tears streaming down my eyes, heart whining in agony, giving up the fight.
The taxi driver kept glancing at me through the rear view mirror to check if I was alright. But I wasn't. I barely gave him the directions before choking on my own sobs.
Why do I keep hurting everyone I loved?
Maybe I don't deserve their love.
I stood under a tree in the hospital garden, staring at the vehicles passing by. The soft breeze, finer than silk, smoother than water blew past me, gently brushing against my skin.
Even though I came here to help I spent the hours crying on my mother's lap, wondering how strong she was to bear all the pain we had given her throughout her life.
I heaved a long sigh and closed my eyes, angling my face to the sunlight shimmering on my tender skin. I relaxed myself, my limbs falling loose, listening to the chirping of the birds, rustling of the leaves.
Suddenly I felt a small hand entwine with mine. I looked down to see Lucas clinging onto my arm with a sad smile on his lips.
"Baby-"
I raised my head as I heard footsteps and saw Marcus striding towards me. But before I could do anything he pulled me into his arms. He kept one hand on my head, leaning me on to his chest, his other hand wrapped around my waist holding me protectively.
I felt him land a kiss on my earlobe and gently stroke my hair. He stayed like that for a while without speaking a word.
"Marcus why are you silent?" I asked slowly.
He didn't respond but after a while he whispered in my ear. "I always hurt you and then apologise. But I don't deserve your forgiveness so I don't know what to say" He pressed me more closer and buried his head in my neck.
I smiled and wrapped my arms around his torso. He leaned back and looked at me. "You cried didn't you?"
"Just a little bit" I giggled and Marcus's face fell. "Serapha it's not funny. I made you cry"
"It's not you. It's just I wished I didn't make you both sad. I wanted to be a better mom and a wife"
Marcus looked at me in disbelief. "You are a great mom and a wife." He cupped my face in his hands. "And you didn't make us sad. You tried to make Lucas happy and a dumbass called Marcus destroyed it. It's not your fault at all. It's me who has anger issues and zero patience. Serapha I promise you I'll find a better way for Lucas. Just don't blame yourself for anything. And scold me whenever I crossed the line. I deserve it"
I nodded my head and instantly Marcus turned the car around and drove at a high speed. We reached the nursery quickly and without waiting for me Marcus jumped out and ran up the stairs.
I hurried up the stairs and opened the door after him. Lucas was sitting on the floor, sobbing, his face red and tears falling down his eyes. He didn't cry aloud but I could feel his sadness.
He raised his head and his eyes widened seeing us. Marcus ran to him and took him to his arms. Lucas buried his face in Marcus's neck and Marcus patted his back, calming him down.
"Mr. Anderson you can't take him. You are acting like a very irresponsible parent-"
Without listening to Ms. Berkeley Marcus walked past me and rushed down the steps. He kept Lucas on the baby car seat before getting into the driver's seat.
"Mrs. Anderson"
Ignoring her I walked back to the car and got inside. I craned my neck to talk to Lucas but he furrowed his eye brows, refusing to talk.
"Baby I'm so sorry-"
But he looked down, biting his lips. He did this when he was mad and right now he was mad at me. I glanced at Marcus but he was avoiding my gaze.
I did this.
I hurt them.
Suddenly I felt suffocated, for me there's nothing more hurtful than the two people you love the most refusing to look you in the eye. I made them feel sad. I made them despise me. I failed as a mother and as a wife.
My ribs heaved up and down but I was unable to breathe, the agony inside was ripping me from within. Tears pricked my eyes, threating to escape. Every bone, every muscle started aching as if I was beated to death. I felt throttled, tormented, strangled.
I gripped the door handle, unable to inhale the air around me. "Mar..cus stop... the car"
He slowed down and looked at me. But I couldn't show him my pain, I couldn't be more of a burden than I already was.
I can't hurt them anymore.
"Stop the...car. I-I want to go and...um help Jake to prepare things" I lied.
Marcus parked the car on the side and I quickly got out. Without looking at them I hailed a taxi and got in.
As I closed the door I broke down, tears streaming down my eyes, heart whining in agony, giving up the fight.
The taxi driver kept glancing at me through the rear view mirror to check if I was alright. But I wasn't. I barely gave him the directions before choking on my own sobs.
Why do I keep hurting everyone I loved?
Maybe I don't deserve their love.
I stood under a tree in the hospital garden, staring at the vehicles passing by. The soft breeze, finer than silk, smoother than water blew past me, gently brushing against my skin.
Even though I came here to help I spent the hours crying on my mother's lap, wondering how strong she was to bear all the pain we had given her throughout her life.
I heaved a long sigh and closed my eyes, angling my face to the sunlight shimmering on my tender skin. I relaxed myself, my limbs falling loose, listening to the chirping of the birds, rustling of the leaves.
Suddenly I felt a small hand entwine with mine. I looked down to see Lucas clinging onto my arm with a sad smile on his lips.
"Baby-"
I raised my head as I heard footsteps and saw Marcus striding towards me. But before I could do anything he pulled me into his arms. He kept one hand on my head, leaning me on to his chest, his other hand wrapped around my waist holding me protectively.
I felt him land a kiss on my earlobe and gently stroke my hair. He stayed like that for a while without speaking a word.
"Marcus why are you silent?" I asked slowly.
He didn't respond but after a while he whispered in my ear. "I always hurt you and then apologise. But I don't deserve your forgiveness so I don't know what to say" He pressed me more closer and buried his head in my neck.
I smiled and wrapped my arms around his torso. He leaned back and looked at me. "You cried didn't you?"
"Just a little bit" I giggled and Marcus's face fell. "Serapha it's not funny. I made you cry"
"It's not you. It's just I wished I didn't make you both sad. I wanted to be a better mom and a wife"
Marcus looked at me in disbelief. "You are a great mom and a wife." He cupped my face in his hands. "And you didn't make us sad. You tried to make Lucas happy and a dumbass called Marcus destroyed it. It's not your fault at all. It's me who has anger issues and zero patience. Serapha I promise you I'll find a better way for Lucas. Just don't blame yourself for anything. And scold me whenever I crossed the line. I deserve it"
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