Bloodline

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


I thought after this it would be all over. I could leave all the betrayal, the aches, the stinging throbbing screams in my heart, all of it in the streets of Italy. Who knew standing in that train station would be the start of more deception & keeping the secret of a premeditated kidnapping under wraps. 

 

I had 2 beautiful sons with an abusive husband. I was a broken woman always did as I was told with no voice when it came to decisions. A mundane life, but those boys were my life.  & then I got pregnant again.

 

My husband got a letter I was never allowed to read. & I was suddenly not pregnant anymore. I was demanded to conceal it & reprimanded from any visits. Forbidden from happiness; I went from wife to prisoner. I lost all dignity & they took me away with it. I remember telling my sons with hopeful words; Mommy will be home soon.

 

No choice in this nightmare I tried justifying the obscenity of this horror. I pretended I didn’t hate my husband. I buried my disgust enough to tolerate kissing him. I remember salivating, swallowing my wrath of wanting to break every bone in his chest. I was in this agonizing spiral of vengeance that I would never let loose. I imagined disappearing & leaving him. I dreamed about poisoning him. I even wished he cheated on me & started a new family. But he wanted this bloodline to flourish no matter the repercussions done onto me; his wife. I wanted so badly to be someone to him. But they needed that security that I wasn’t going to disrupt the process. 

 

I went to live with my captors. We all knew it was a matter of time until they were done parading around as if I was some kind of prize. Her envy of my fertility would end & she would finally feel what it means to become a mother.

 

The commotion mixed with drugs, it all was a blur. I heard tiny cries while dosing off. I remember reaching out to my baby as it was passed to her. Was I hallucinating? With no chance to heal, I was sent off the next day.

 

He handed me my ticket forcing me to head home immediately. As barbaric as my father-in-law was he did keep a level of decency. He handed me a photo of my newborn son. There was 1 obligation; You tell anyone & you will be sent away where they will program you to never remember your son again
 

My insides were turning. I wanted to vomit. Alone & beaten. But he did not sympathize with me. He let this happen as much as she did; as much as my own husband did. I held that photograph glaring into his empty eyes; What kind of compensation really is this? He felt nothing for me. Why would he? His wife had my baby. He was on top of the world & I was dying at the bottom.


Submitted: April 22, 2020

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