Let Hate Go, page 9
SAVE MY HEART
Life and death. Exact opposites. One brings great joy. One brings great sorrow. But without one, there is no other.
I gave my daughter life when I was just eighteen. And now, at sixteen, she faces death.
From the minute I heard her little heart beating, she was my everything. It didn’t matter that her father had left me, his empty promises a whisper in the wind. It didn’t matter that I had needed to figure out how to get an education while being a young, single mother. It didn’t matter that I had acted as both mother and father while trying to give her everything I could. It didn’t even matter that she was born with a big heart that had us in and out of the hospital for all her life. None of that mattered because just one look at her, one smile from her, and one, “I love you, Mom,” was enough to make any day better. No love greater existed than that of a mother.
But now I was about to lose her. My everything.
It would be up to Kieran to hold me up if my world came crashing down. Dr. Kieran Bell. He came into my life—our lives—and knocked down every wall I had ever put up. He wasn’t just my daughter’s doctor; he was my friend. He was more than my friend. And now, I knew I’d need him more than ever. I just hoped against hope that this time, life wouldn’t result in death.
A PROMISE KEPT
I broke my promise the minute I saw her.
Not in the way you probably think, though. It wasn’t a promise to take care of her because it was love at first sight. It was a promise to let her know, to let her know just what happened …
Yes, she was beautiful, perfect really, but what I saw made her ugly. So, I broke my promise because she didn’t deserve to know.
And then I took her because she deserved to suffer the way I had—emotionally. Alone even when surrounded by people. Lonesome for eternity.
She’d be my wife so she could live beside me, never finding love but only the indifference and hate I bestowed upon her. Who would want that kind of life by choice? Who would want to shackle themselves to a scarred man—both physically and mentally? I didn’t give her a choice. I gave her an ultimatum, and she couldn’t refuse. And I vowed she’d live a lonely life with a husband right beside her.
That’s the thing about vows … Sometimes, they are broken. And promises? Sometimes, you manage to keep them even when you don’t want to.
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Life and death. Exact opposites. One brings great joy. One brings great sorrow. But without one, there is no other.
I gave my daughter life when I was just eighteen. And now, at sixteen, she faces death.
From the minute I heard her little heart beating, she was my everything. It didn’t matter that her father had left me, his empty promises a whisper in the wind. It didn’t matter that I had needed to figure out how to get an education while being a young, single mother. It didn’t matter that I had acted as both mother and father while trying to give her everything I could. It didn’t even matter that she was born with a big heart that had us in and out of the hospital for all her life. None of that mattered because just one look at her, one smile from her, and one, “I love you, Mom,” was enough to make any day better. No love greater existed than that of a mother.
But now I was about to lose her. My everything.
It would be up to Kieran to hold me up if my world came crashing down. Dr. Kieran Bell. He came into my life—our lives—and knocked down every wall I had ever put up. He wasn’t just my daughter’s doctor; he was my friend. He was more than my friend. And now, I knew I’d need him more than ever. I just hoped against hope that this time, life wouldn’t result in death.
A PROMISE KEPT
I broke my promise the minute I saw her.
Not in the way you probably think, though. It wasn’t a promise to take care of her because it was love at first sight. It was a promise to let her know, to let her know just what happened …
Yes, she was beautiful, perfect really, but what I saw made her ugly. So, I broke my promise because she didn’t deserve to know.
And then I took her because she deserved to suffer the way I had—emotionally. Alone even when surrounded by people. Lonesome for eternity.
She’d be my wife so she could live beside me, never finding love but only the indifference and hate I bestowed upon her. Who would want that kind of life by choice? Who would want to shackle themselves to a scarred man—both physically and mentally? I didn’t give her a choice. I gave her an ultimatum, and she couldn’t refuse. And I vowed she’d live a lonely life with a husband right beside her.
That’s the thing about vows … Sometimes, they are broken. And promises? Sometimes, you manage to keep them even when you don’t want to.
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