“Riley, think of a name, something beautiful
just like you.”
“Luke, his name is going to be Luke.”
I whispered, on the swing.
“That’s a good name.”
Harold tried to smile, for the first time in a
long time.
“Riley, do you remember your childhood?”
I shook my head, looking at Harold.
“Not really.”
Harold’s eyes dropped.
I started to get Linda over to my house more.
“Riley, are you in love with Harold?”
Linda watched me ask so many questions
about Harold, and asked me that question.
“What?”
I said, shocked..
“I don’t know if you’re happy or not. Love
can’t be controlled, and hurts the most.”
Linda smiled.
I knew, that Linda had loved Harold for 7
years.
I wasn’t sure what to tell her, so I didn’t.
Today, Luke said there was an important file,
that Harold had at home.
I waited until Harold was gone, and went into
the office.
I was searching, but a picture fell out.
A little girl, that was me.
Harold has had this photo of me?
Finally, I found the file in the third drawer, I
took a picture, and sent it to Luke.
After putting everything back, I felt uneasy.
A week went by, and I drank the smoothie
that was made for me.
My stomach started to hurt and I fell to the
ground, I felt something going down.
I touched my hand, it was all blood.
My baby, Harold, you promised me you
wouldn’t.
“Mrs. Harrison, there’s so much blood. I am
calling Harold.”
I heard a yell, and I passed out.
Please baby, don’t leave me.
I woke up, and felt my stomach, and saw
Harold.
“We’ll have another one.”
Harold looked scared, and hugged me.
“Harold, I hate you, I hate you for the rest of
my life.”
I was hitting him, and screaming.
He promised, why did he break it.
Harold didn’t move, and I passed out.
“Riley, you have a fever.”
I heard someone, hugging me, and giving me
meds.
I didn’t know who, I didn’t want to.
Connor had also came to see me.
“I just wanted to see if god had taken you
away yet.”
He looked like my sister, and he didn’t
remember her.
“Connor, do you think I killed your mom?”
I tried to tell him, but remembered what my
sister said:
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“Riley, take the boy away from Harold.”
How am I suppose to tell him, your father
indirectly killed your mother?
He’s only 7, I can’t.
A month had passed, then a lot of people
came, it was Luke.
“Harold, it has been 7 years, long time.”
Luke looked at Harold.
