Song: 3005- Childish Gambino
Two months Later
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"You get it." Ty tells me in response to Hannah's screeching that echoes from her nursery.
These past couple of months have been a living hell for me, for mainly two reasons. I want to get romantic with Ty, and make love, but I can't.
Also, Hannah has really been one of those babies that love to cry at night. Ty and I have gotten zero sleep over the occurrence of these past two months.
Ariana, who is happily enjoying this realm of parenting, told me that the bags that have placed themselves under my eyes are designer bags, which I don't even believe.
She tried to give me parenting tips, but her child doesn't screech like an eagle at one in the fucking morning.
Lucas, who goes by Luke, only ever whimpers. Tears fall down his face silently, but he never just has a full out tantrum.
He's already four months old, but Hunter says that he loves learning. He always says it sadly, in a manner that means that Luke would transfer to Erudite.
It makes me think about Hannah's future. It always stumps me, even though she's got Dauntless deep in her blood, that doesn't mean anything- Divergence is in her blood as well, from both Ty and I.
I stomp up the stairs, my feet resembling cinder blocks instead of actual feet.
I dash into Hannah's room, to see her squirming in her crib, and the window open. I never opened the window. "Ty?" I shout, concerned.
"Yes, honey?" He asks, and I can hear his footsteps coming up the stairs.
I pick up Hannah, who screams even louder. I kiss her forehead, calming her down only the slightest bit.
He enters the room, and I turn to face him. "Did you open Hannah's window?" I question, bouncing an unhappy fifteen pound baby on my hip. I tickle her stomach, and she buries her face in my stomach.
He shakes his head. I furrow my eyebrows, looking in the window's direction. A gust of cold, October wind blows into the window, and Ty shuts it.
Hannah's face scrunches up, and she looks miserable. "this is it." I chant. "I'm going to my mom's place. She's raised four kids, she should know what the problem here is." I finish in an annoyed tone.
I walk Hannah over to the changing table, stripping her of her onesie, in favor of some little black legging pants, and a black long sleeved shirt.
I put some little dark gray socks on her teeny tiny feet. I stuff a beanie in my pants pocket just in case she needs it if she gets cold.
I walk to the master bedroom, and lay Hannah on the bed gently. I quickly grasp at my jacket and then slip it on. I blow out a hot breath onto my freezing hands and pick Hannah up.
"Let's go!" I squeal, trying to make her understand, but she just looks at me blankly and blinks. "Bye honey." I say, and kiss Ty on the lips.
Hannah slaps her hand where our lips are, and cries. I pull away from Ty and try to quiet her down. She eventually does, still sniffling, her eyes a glowing reddish-pink.
I exit the apartment, Ty still at home; he's not coming with us. I kiss Hannah's cheeks and nose, which are becoming increasingly red all the way to my parents' house.
I'm getting kind of scared; Hannah's never been this fussy with me. I wonder if it has something to do with the open window?
Maybe so, but I need to check with my mother to see if I can get any advice about what's happening.
I arrive at her door, and knock on it, which stirs the sleeping Hannah, who scrunched up her fire-engine red nose, but doesn't wake. I sigh in relief. "Coming!" My mother shouts.
She opens the door abruptly, holding a gun, which sends me almost stumbling back.
I've only ever pictured my mother as calm, strong, and sincere, somewhat like a rock, shielding us from the crashing waves of the ocean.
"Get inside." She yanks me inside roughly, waking Hannah, who now squirms in my arms. "Mom, what's wrong?" I ask, looking at her. She checks outside the apartment, before shutting the door.
Hannah is raging. She pounds her fists on my stomach, and screams loudly, which echoes through the whole apartment.
She lays her gun back down behind the couch, and sits down. I slowly slouch down into the couch, letting it cradle me like my mother's strong arms.
I perch Hannah on one of the decorative couch pillows, and push it against the back of the couch.
"Our family is under attack," she says simply. "What?" I ask, standing up. Hannah lays on the couch pillow, drooling onto it quietly.
Now I'm alarmed. The window. Hannah's weird behavior. What's happening to my daughter?
I run a shaky hand through my hair nervously. "Mom," I say, quiveringly.
"What?" She asks, concerned. "The window in Hannah's room. She started crying..." tears build a fortress on my eyelids, which threatens to come crumbling down my cheeks at any moment.
"...I went to check on her, and the window was open. Neither Ty or I opened it." I finish, the tears now receding.
My mother's eyes widen.
"Holy Fucking Shit." She says, covering her mouth with her hand. I look down at her, and she looks at Hannah.
"Language." I mumble. "We need to go to the Control room. Fast." I stare at her insanely.
"How can I go fast with a baby?" I retort. "Like this." She rolls her eyes, walking to a closet under the stairs, similar to ours. she opens the door, and reaches in, pulling out a black contraption. It's a strap of some sort.
"Here!" She says excitedly, and wraps it around Hannah, who puffs up her chubby cheeks. She then wraps it around me, under my jacket, and secures it at my stomach and back.
That way, if one comes undone, the baby will still be okay. I place the beanie over the top of Hannah's head, and I zip my jacket up around Hannah up to where her head is.
The beanie she's wearing makes her look invisible.
"Let's go." She whispers, pulling out a small handgun, an hanging it to me. She then grabs another for herself, and a knife. Hannah slams her head against my chest, and whimpers. "Shh, honey." I whisper.
Her face is outstandingly red, making me more nervous by the second, and my mother is acting like there's nothing wrong with her.
We exit the apartment, my mother staring down at the pit, her blonde ponytail bouncing behind her.
The loud music scares Hannah, and she begins to cry loudly, but then all of a sudden, her crying is mute. Silent. "Mom!" I say, worriedly. "Shh." She says, ignoring me.
"No. Hannah was screeching just a second ago, but then it became muted." I say forcibly. "We can got to the infirmary later." She says, dismissing the subject.
"That's it!" I say loudly. I stick my foot in the back of her knee, making her trip. She grabs onto the railing to stop herself from falling. "Mother." I say, bitterly.
The voice I speak with now is not my voice, but someone else's. Maybe the harsh, tough Dauntless Maddie, but not the bright, shimmering Divergent Maddie.
"We need to take her to the infirmary." I shout. "After the control room." She says, and drags me behind her, even though I try to stop us multiple times.
We arrive at the chasm, which makes me want to throw up. The last time I was being attacked, it was my kidnapping that occurred here over a year ago right in the spot I'm standing at.
Tris, my stubborn mother, bangs on the control room door. The control room is a metal door that is carved into the side of the stone chasm wall.
So the control room is inside the chasm, underneath the bridge.
Hannah cries against my chest silently, but then she bangs her head against my chest rapidly.
The door to the control room opens, and a man steps up to us. He snaps his fingers, and a bag is dropped over my head.
I clutch Hannah close to me. "Four!" My mother shouts. "Your precious man can't help save you now." A man tells my mother.
The bag is tied at my feet, and I am dragged away from the control room, wherever my mother is being taken, but I hear her beside me so she must be with me.
I scream, feeling myself being dragged farther away from my husband, who I hope comes to my rescue, and from society, meaning that no one can save us now.
a/n: Oh my lord Jesus what have I done? 🙀 We'll see next time! What? How evil am I? 😏 Anywho, I'm hanging out with the best cousins at Venice Beach today, since I'll be on the golden shores of Texas this week. And BTW this is probably my last time being on until Friday unless I can get on (with wifi) in Padre. I'm leaving Monday, and my flight out of LAX is at 10am. ✈️ I have church tomorrow, and I still have to pack, since I haven't yet. But I guess I'll survive. 😒 But, this is amazing because my period is over and yassssss. I'm a free woman. 🙋 Also, I got a whole bunch of new stuff, and some new software for my MacBook, so that way I can transfer my photos that I take on my iPad to that and #wallpapersfordays 🌞 anyways, I'll see you guys, or as they say in Texas, y'all, sometime soon!
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