ad she wont be able to see them this time. She'd smile at them an
thing but fervent mockery of the whole situation. She eyed the closed box with
one to see, so that she could have a reason to love him." She said 'him' with so much venom, but th
in the walls off the Jenison's house. To the outside world, Mark was the perfect husband, and her mot
Mark first laid his hands on her, and Abigail had ca
accusations to the police, and scolded her ab
hoped for her mother after her father passed. Her loving dad would
was, that wasn'
ck on her mother's good side. When it became too much, he started bringing her flowers, jewels and diamonds ev
for whatever crime he had done to her the night before. They were all forgiven, in her mother's eyes at least, and after fo
ore the funeral, at the house now void of all screams,
r mother Abigail. I wi
after them too. But then, she knew her mother would've kept them, until they
d've loved them indeed. They were her hope after all, for a happy life one day." Expect, that day never came, she want
There was nothing she co
she had reported the homely affair to the poli
t one last time to the police, telling them that Mark had killed her mother. But Mark's l
t was, she wasn
f they were her redemption. Surely, there isn't any force in this world grea
t who had asked her to share a few words of her 'mother's life'. Or lack of rather. S
e perfect world, people are actually out there who knew about it, or better yet, felt it. B
s sure
idn't give the casket that much of a glance as she walked passed it, her heels cli
y her past. Eyes lingered on her as she stepped passed each row, maybe in a scrutinizing, sympathetic or confused way. She woul
g about what an 'open minded', and 'loving' person her mother used to be. Yet,
nces, smiled where she was required, bid farewells an
behind her, and an image of a new life far away from where h
an's house again, and she burnt the money
his belongings, and she especially didn't want anything of
long with her few belongings and her recently achieved degree in Marketing, she flagged
she'd become, but she knew for certain th
n being, but her mother was and always will be a coward wh
e in a box condemned to the earth for
urely leave with