<<~~ Michael's POV ~~>>
I hear sobbing beside me. Someone is holding my hand. I know that I'm on a bed but I have no idea where I am or what happened. All I know is, my head hurts and so does my left leg.
"James, baby. Wake up please. Michael? Please, both of you, wake up."
I know that voice and those names...
Why is it all so confusing..??
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<<~~ Maddy's POV ~~>>
I look at my baby James and Michael. I have one holding each hand. I have requested that they each have a bed in the same room. I hate seeing them hooked up to all these machines. This morning James' machines started beeping and the doctor said he was improving tremendously.
I can't believe Sean. I loved him. I trusted and believed him. He lied about fucking everything. Everything. He never loved me. He voluntarily beat and raped me as a child. Mark lied. He never changed. He wasn't beat, abused or ran away. He used me for sex.
And just to add to that? They used me for my children. They beat my children. Michael's mam is minding Ella as my parents and brother have all moved away. I don't even want to tell them about the fact that I was used and betrayed.
In reality, it was my fault that my kids were abused.
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When She's Not Here. (Sequel to 'Him, Me and Them.)
Teen FictionI watch as mam walks out the door. "James, Come over to daddy." I look him in the eyes and shake my head. I push my 5 year old sister Ella, behind me to protect her. I look up at Sean, my step-dad, for help. He smirks and walks over and lifts...
