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  'Til Decease Pt ii

Bella Jewel

Published past Bella Jewel, 2015.

Table of Contents

Title Page

~*TIL Expiry Function 2*~

'TIL DEATH PT 2 | Copyright © 2015 Bella Jewel

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

DEDICATION | This one is for all the beauties who take had their hearts destroyed by a beast. Simply remember, there's always a rainbow, even on the darkest days.

PROLOGUE | MARCUS | So

KATIA | THEN

CHAPTER 1 | KATIA

CHAPTER TWO | KATIA

Affiliate THREE | MARCUS | So

KATIA | Now

CHAPTER Four | KATIA

Chapter FIVE | MARCUS | THEN

KATIA

CHAPTER SIX | KATIA

CHAPTER SEVEN | MARCUS | And then

KATIA

CHAPTER EIGHT | KATIA

CHAPTER Ix | KATIA

Affiliate TEN | MARCUS | And then

KATIA | At present

Chapter ELEVEN | MARCUS | And then

At present | KATIA

CHAPTER TWELVE | KATIA

CHAPTER THIRTEEN | MARCUS

KATIA | Two weeks later

CHAPTER FOURTEEN | MARCUS

KATIA

CHAPTER FIFTEEN | MARCUS

KATIA

CHAPTER SIXTEEN | KATIA

Chapter SEVENTEEN | KATIA

MARCUS

KATIA

CHAPTER Xviii | KATIA

KATIA

CHAPTER 19 | KATIA

Affiliate 20 | MARCUS

MARCUS

CHAPTER Xx-One | KATIA

Affiliate TWENTY-Ii | KATIA

Affiliate Twenty-3 | MARCUS

Chapter TWENTY-FOUR | KATIA

Affiliate TWENTY-Five | KATIA

MARCUS

KATIA

CHAPTER TWENTY-Half-dozen | KATIA

MARCUS

MARCUS

KATIA

Chapter TWENTY-SEVEN | KATIA

EPILOGUE | KATIA

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Copyright © 2015 Bella Precious stone

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

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DEDICATION

This one is for all the beauties who have had their hearts destroyed by a brute. Just remember, there's always a rainbow, fifty-fifty on the darkest days.

PROLOGUE

MARCUS

THEN

Desperation.

Information technology lives deep inside me. Every ragged breath I take is consumed by that 1 broken emotion. Time does nothing. It fixes nothing. It heals nothing. I never expected to feel honey in my life, so it came upon me like a hurricane, swooping in and violent my world to pieces.

Now I struggle to put information technology back together.

In that location simply is no glue strong enough to hold me in one slice.

"Marcus?"

Voices.

They all blend into a blur of nothingness. I no longer distinguish them, no longer care whom they belong to. I'thou a homo who ruined his own life, and there's only one voice I desire to hear. It'southward also a voice I know I'll never hear again. I destroyed a soul. I created my ain nightmare. There is no forgiveness for that.

"Marcus?"

I lift my caput, seeing Ulio standing in the doorway. He looks over me and shakes his head sadly. "Jesus, have you showered?"

"Why are you here?" I mutter, tilting my caput back and swallowing the amber liquid in my glass. Information technology burns, but it's a feeling I've come to love. A feeling that sends burn down deep into my soul until I can no longer experience.

"I'm here to tell you lot I put the money you requested in Katia's bank account. It bounced."

My unabridged trunk jerks and I lift my head, hating the way my heart lurches at the very mention of her name.

"What?" I rasp.

"It bounced. The account is airtight."

"What the fuck do y'all mean it bounced?" I roar, continuing and swiping all the items off my desk. They crash onto the flooring effectually me, my glass joining them. It creates a wet patch on the floor before soaking through the papers scattered effectually it. I don't care. Information technology could all burn and it wouldn't matter.

"It ways she airtight her accounts. She'south gone. She's packed up her mother, her life, and she'south gone."

"So find her!" I bellow.

"What for?" he barks. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

My fists clamp and unclench.

He's right. I know he's fucking right. I said those things to her that mean solar day, those horrible fuckin' things to make her leave and never come back. I fix her free. I gave her a hazard at life without me. At present . . . fucking now . . . it hurts so fucking bad I can't become it out. Desperation has go my new all-time friend.

"She's got nothing," I rasp. "Do you fucking understand? Naught. Putting that money in her bank business relationship was a way of making certain she lived easily after what . . ."

"What you did? After you fucked her life?"

I shoot him a glare then deadly he flinches.

He narrows his eyes, dropping his vocalisation into a gentle however low hiss. "You made choices here, Marcus. You lot fucked up. She'southward gone. There'southward nothing more than you lot can do. Motion on."

"Find her," I mutter. "I need to know she's okay."

"No."

I wiggle, and growl, "Alibi me?"

"I said, no. I'thousand washed. It'southward been a month. She'south gone. She's not coming dorsum. You need to pick yourself up and move on. Information technology'due south what you wanted. It's why y'all sent her away, antisocial you lot. If you don't, I'll detect someone else to work with."

"Is that a threat?"

He turns, walking to the door. "No, it's a fucking promise. Pull yourself together."

Pull myself together.

How am I supposed to pull myself together when my glue is fucking gone?

~*~*~*~

KATIA

So

There is no worse feeling in the globe than pain. Not pain from a wound, or an injury, only pain from having your centre cleaved. Pain is something y'all tin't describe until it delves into your soul and imbeds itself. Y'all think you understand, yous even watch others go through information technology, wondering at times why the hell they tin can't merely 'get over it'.

Only until you've been there, y'all'll never understand pain.

Never.

Take your worst nightmare and multiply it by a hundred. Y'all know that feeling that crushes your breast, taking your breath away? Double it. What most when your peel crawls, and every one of your limbs is numb, beyond shaking? Triple it. Then in that location's your heart. Irreparable. Broken. Ruined. Damaged.

Shattered.

That's what happened to my eye the 24-hour interval Marcus Tandem broke it. I could say that was where it ended, simply it didn't. I'm still bitter; I swim in hurt until it clouds my mind, and the person I was becomes a distant memory. She is no longer. In that location is nothing but a gaping, aching hole in my chest. He bankrupt me. He took my life in his hands and he wrung it until it bled onto the basis, leaving zippo only an empty crush.

My life volition never be the same again, and it'south him who will pay for that.

One day.

One day, when I find a manner to exhale once more.

Affiliate Ane

KATIA

"Order up!"

I elevate my feet, my worn shoes scraping across the bland wooden floor. I glance at the customers that pass me, their eyes no more empty sockets in my broken heed. They mean nada to me. I don't see anything, feel anything, hear anything. My soul is a bottomless pit. My torso moves only because it has to.

Time heals nada.

I'g as bitter as the twenty-four hours I was when I walked out on the man I thought I loved.

He never chased me.

He never chosen.

He never divorced me.

He just allow me become.

That about makes me angrier than the fact that I fell in honey with a man who was goose egg more than a cold-hearted monster, out to keep his business. I don't care who y'all are, I don't care what your past is—you make a choice to completely destroy a human existence for your own satisfaction, your soul will become to the depths of the earth and deeper, and y'all, my friend, will burn.

"I'm coming," I call out mindlessly.

I lift the tray from the counter and collect spectacles as I caput to the kitchen to fetch more orders. You'd call up I could go a better task, but when you move to a town where nobody knows you and you're forced to start once again, your qualifications hateful shit. Especially when your old boss has nothing simply bad things to say about you; Robert that is. To say he holds a grudge would be an understatement.

Besides, I had to leave, which meant I had to start over again. The past no longer matters.

To have care of Mom, I take to work long hours. We live in a tiny apartment I can barely beget. She stays at abode nigh days without intendance. She hates it. She's depressed. She knows she tin't assistance and that bothers her. She deserves more this. She deserves someone to look after her, and I can't requite her that.

She's grateful; I know she is.

Simply it doesn't change facts.

"Pick upwardly your anxiety, Katia," my boss barks, shoving a plate with a huge burger across the counter to me. "Move."

I lift information technology, turning and taking it to the client's tabular array. The adult female waiting for it scowls up at me. "I've been waiting half an hr!" she snaps.

"I'm terribly pitiful."

If my voice sounded like I meant that, she'd probably take accepted information technology, but my guess is she heard that I truly didn't give a fuck and then she continued, "Alibi me?"

Bang-up; she needs me to echo myself. I turn and glance at my boss, who is glaring at me. If information technology weren't for the fact that I needed this job, I'd tell this bitch right where to go. Instead, I strength a smiling and say in my all-time cheerful voice, "I'm and then sorry, can I get yous a drink on the house?"

She nods. "I'd look and so."

"And what tin can I get you, ma'am?"

"Diet soda."

"Coming right up."

I turn, stare up at the ceiling for calm, then I fetch her a soda. And then I finish up the rest of my long, draining twenty-four hours. Past the fourth dimension I reach the exterior of my flat, my feet are aching to the point where I tin can barely stand. That's what happens when y'all work twelve-hour shifts in shitty, cheap shoes. Endmost my eyes and wiping the solar day from my face, I constitute on a cheerful smiling and open the door.

What greets me is the reason I breathe.

Black hair, just like his. Large, brown eyes. His, likewise. A thick mop of dark hair curled on her cute head. Devastating. Beautiful. The light of my life. She'south sitting on the floor playing with the merely toy she owns, a tiny doll that she spends nearly of her fourth dimension sucking. The neighbors, Betty and Andy, take her while I'm working and bring her back to Mom just before I tin can return.

"Hullo princess." I smiling, the but truthful smile I give.

She looks upwardly at me, and fifty-fifty to this day she takes my jiff away. She's exactly like him. There'south a beauty virtually our daughter that he'll never know. She was built-in beautiful and she remains beautiful. She's nearing twelve months onetime, meaning it's been a petty less than two years since I walked away from him.

But I came away with something he volition never know.

And she's perfect.

She's i of the happiest, bubbliest babies I've e'er encountered. She'southward ever got a big grin for me, or Mom. It pains me that nosotros're all she has. I was always the girl who firmly believed every father should know his child. I preached it; I made it known to anyone who kept her children abroad. I didn't empathize. I had no fucking idea of the trigger-happy honey you take for a child, and the lengths you lot'd become to, to protect them.

I'd die for Penny. Dice for her.

"How-do-you-do sweetheart." My mom smiles, but it doesn't achieve her optics. "How was work?"

I scoop Penny upwards, heading over and kissing her cheek. "Fine."

She frowns. "I don't like it, not at all. I wish there was something I could do. You look exhausted and—"

I achieve out and cup her cheek. "Mom, information technology's fine."

"Why don't you call your begetter and—"

"No," I say suddenly. "We made the choice to move here, and start over again, so that's what we're doing. Things will go better, Mom. It takes time."

She stares at me. "Nosotros've had time . . ."

"Mom . . ."

"Katia, please. If nosotros went back, he could help . . ." she whispers.

I plow to her, keeping the fake smile on my face. "Mom, I said information technology's fine."

"Penny deserves—"

"Don't," I warn. "Don't you lot cartel tell me she deserves better . . . that she deserves him. No one deserves a god d

amned monster, Mom."

Her eyes grow distressing, well, sadder. "I only want you to be happy; this isn't fair. I'm sitting in this chair and you lot're working and then difficult."

"Mom, I'm doing okay. Things will become better."

I run my fingers down Penny'southward cheek and she looks up at me, smiling. She simply has two teeth, just they're 2 damned cute teeth. She's so much like him. I wonder if that's somewhat of a curse for those who are cleaved with their ex-lover's child. They never look like us. E'er like them. Information technology'south as though we're given a constant reminder.

"How was she today?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Andy said she was grizzly. Has she been sleeping?"

I shake my head, bouncing Penny on my hip. "No, I think she'due south coming down with something."

"She has had a runny nose."

I head into the tiny kitchen. It'southward barely large enough to motility around freely in, but I somehow manage to create meals in it. I open the small fridge and pull out the peanut butter sandwich I made this morning. I take a bite. Penny reaches for it. "No, baby girl, you could be allergic." I put her down and become her something more babe friendly, then I pad to my room to kicking off my shoes.

There's a bundle of mail on the bed. I accomplish downward, flicking through it. I come beyond a pile of bills and my chest clenches. Every bit I open them, I add them up in my head. Iii weeks worth of wages, at least. That would be if we didn't take money to live. We're falling backside, and correct at present I don't take any thought how I'thou going to fix that.

How did I go from having it all to having nothing?

Certain, I worked hard at my one-time job to survive, but this? I'd thought it would exist easier. When nosotros moved towns, I figured I could just get a task and we would exist fine. Then I found out I was pregnant. There were likewise no jobs in my field here, existence that nosotros no longer live in a city, so jobs in my line of piece of work are scarce. Whatsoever savings I had speedily went into bills and debts, likewise equally intendance for my mother and so I could work.

Soon, I plant myself waitressing out of desperation, too proud to go back to him. Aught could ever lead me back there. I gave up everything. Getting to know my father. My brothers. The whole lot. I just walked out. Processed and Dusty are the only people who know where I am, and they swore they'd never tell.

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