Broken Strings

C H A P T E R F I F T E E N

Anisha wanted to go. She wanted to see her son play. Besides, it would be the last time she could watch her son play soccer. By the time Ryan would be getting ready for next season, Anisha wouldn't be around anymore.

"I will. I'll stop by after my check-up. Is your Dad up?" She couldn't hear his or Mira's voice downstairs. But the question also was had he even come home last night? Or was he still in his mistress's bed?

Ryan shook his head. "He's probably hungover or something. Mira's still asleep too."

Anisha nodded. So he had come home last night, either drunk or fucked.

She didn't know whether Ryan would agree with spending the early morning with her but she still asked anyway, her heart filling with hope and anticipation. "Do you want me to make you some breakfast?"

Maybe she could some final quality time with her son. So that in the future, when he did miss her or if he even did miss her, he could always remember that at least at some point, his mother had been happy. That the two of them did share some happy moments together.

"As long as you don't make toast." Ryan smirked at his mother.

And Anisha smiled as she realized how much her son looked like his father. And she knew he would break hearts when he was older.

She softly bit her lip to keep herself from crying as she imagined all the things she would miss out on.

Ryan was still young, twelve years was nothing. And Mira was even younger, she was only eight. And Anisha couldn't help but wonder how much of her would they even remember?

What would they remember about her?

But she wasn't going to worry about that anymore. Whatever time she did have left, she was going to try her best to be happy.

She was going to try and give them something to remember. Something good to remember about her.

She rolled her eyes playfully as he smirked at her. Did that mean he was willing to spend the morning with her? "I do not burn the toast every time. It was only like three times. Come on, I'll make you an omelet instead."

And for the first time, in a really long while, Ryan smiled and followed his mother downstairs.

And Anisha couldn't help but smile.

She felt wanted. She felt loved.

Her son wanted to be around her.

Walking into the kitchen, she ignored the small pain in her stomach. But as she looked at the counter, she couldn't help but remember last night when she had held onto the counter as Sebastian had yelled for Ryan to give him ice and blood had trickled down from her nose onto the dark wooden floor.

She knew she shouldn't ignore the pain in her stomach.

She slowly starting taking out everything she needed. But the pain in her stomach was getting sharper.

She needed to take her medication.

She grabbed the side of her stomach as she stood up, pretending like everything was okay. She couldn't let Ryan know that there was actually something wrong with her. But her eyes widened as Andrew walked into the kitchen, staring directly at her.

She needed to get out of the kitchen and go to her room to take her medication. She didn't want him to know that something was wrong with her.

"Good Morning." His voice was raspy and his eyes were puffy. And she wondered if he had been crying.

But that was the least of her worries right now.

Ignoring him, she turned to her son. "Wait, I'm going to go wake up Mira and then we can make breakfast. Is that okay?"