Tears (Part 1)

She sat down on a couch looking troubled and sober, she looked around her surrounding and noticed the paint on the wall coming off gradually, the ceiling fan made a creaking sound, and she could hear the clock tick. She looked down and saw her hands tremble slightly; she got up and walked towards the windows, pulling the curtain aside.

With everything that has happened in her life, she sat down beside her child and gently stroked her hair, she wanted her precious gem to have a better life, she slipped into deep thoughts as she continuously stroked her hair. The room became illuminated, it seemed to have blinded her for a minute, she sighed and walked towards the bed, admiring her child sleeping peacefully, she envied her, she wanted that peace, but how could she? "mommy" the soft voice brought her back " yes darling" " why are you crying " she touched her face and noticed tears trickling down, quickly she wiped it off and smiled broadly "am not crying honey, something got into my eyes ". She looked at her daughter and for the first time saw herself, she had a slim structure, hey eyes were deep brown, her nose well carved it complimented her oval face, her lips small but perfect, her hair long thick and black, her skin colour was perfect, she wasn't black neither was she white, she was just her complete replica She held her jaw and kissed her forehead " you are beautiful " Lana giggled "thanks mommy" She was reeking of so much innocence, Michelle prayed silently that her innocence would not be taken away from her brutally.

A knock at the door, made Lana jump to her feet, ran down stairs, she knew the rhythm of that knock, she knew who stood at the door, she got there and pulled the door impatiently and shouted "daddy" as she jumped on him. Michelle followed her with a frown on her face, he gently puts Lana down and walked towards her, he smiled and that smile pissed her off greatly. He was good looking; he was all she ever wanted as a young girl, his height, his lips, his nose, his eye, broad shoulders and thick voice. He wore a black shirt, a blue denim jeans and a pair of black sneakers, his perfume filled the room, he looked really attractive, an attractiveness that made him cheat, have continuous late nights, come home reeking of alcohol and turned her to his punching bag. She was so in love with him then that she ignored the animal in him. Everything about him now annoyed her. In his right hand he held a bouquet of white roses, he confidently extended it to her but she did not reach for them her face showed so much displeasure.