*sorry for any mistakes in this short, weird, out of the blue chapter. sorry for keeping y'all waiting for such a boring chapter but next chapter will be more breaking point.
Lawrence's POV.
me: if my life gets ruined....her life gets ruined and Kiara's life gets ruined....their coming with me....
jay: where.
me: hell.
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I hear the sound of belt lashes hitting my mother's body. hearing her screams makes my blood boil.
shaking the images and sounds out of my head I look to Keke. shes beaten up very badly. the tub of water is now the tub of blood. her pants are soaked of blood and with her forehead bleeding as well.
me: the baby's dead.
she starts crying into her bloody hands. I stare at her. all the bruises, scratches, black eyes, belt marks with many more....just everything.... my work.
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me: AHHH.
I jump up off the couch. I look around, I'm in my living room. I look and see Kiara sitting on the other side of the living room watching me with tears strolling down her face. her hands are nicely on her lap and she's not talking... finally. as I get up she flinches.
me: what's wrong.
she shakes her head no and looks down at her lap. I go to the kitchen and see a bunch of liquor and beer out on the counter.... what the fuck happened.
me: Kiara.
Kiara: .......y-yes daddy .
me: what happened.
Kiara: y-you beated me again, a-and made me sniff t-that..
she points to the coffee table which is exposed to a huge amount of cocaine spreaded out on it.
Kiara: y-you made me drink that.
she points to the kitchen with all the alcohol.
Kiara: you......threw t-the bottle at my back and m-my head.
she goes on and on and I see how much things I put her through that I can't remember.... shit....this is something I'd like to remember.
me: oh really....I did that.
Kiara: a-a-and you didn't say s-sorry.
me: s-sorry.....HA....I'll show you sorry.
I grab her and fling her on the coffee table. I bang her head off the TV then throw her on the couch.
Kiara: I'M SORRY...I'M SO SORRY.
I lift her by her neck. she looks so much like Keke. Nothing from me....I ain't complaining but it would be nice seeing you in your "child".
I drop her on the floor. I sit back down and watch her roll on the floor crying, and begging me to stop.
me: Kiara....remember this, No one loves you....no one. not mommy, not jay, not anyone....and definitely not me.
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Breaking Point
Mystery / ThrillerKeke Terrance life was anything but normal. At 13 she was kidnapped and raped by a random stranger named Lawrence and now she has a 4 year old daughter. They've been with him for 4 years and its only gotten worse. Up and down on this rollercoaster r...
