Tragic Magic
Chapter Three: Strength.
*Past*
*An Hour Old.*
"MONIQUE! Come back to us! Don't die here! Your daughter needs you!" Her husband, John, sobbed. He needed Monique. He needed her to help him. He couldn't be a single father. He needed her. He loved her. "Monique... Baby, please..."
He sobbed harder when there was no response to any of this. He put his head on her chest, still holding one of her hands which were becoming very cold. He heard no heartbeat, and she wasn't breathing. She was gone.
"NO! Monique! No!" He knew she was gone, but he couldn't help it. He started preforming CPR on her, trying to get her to wake up.
He remembered that she was so excited to have a baby. She wanted her so bad. This was their first child, and she loved her even when she didn't know what the gender was. She loved her unconditionally. She would have been the best mom that ever lived.
This was their first child, but also their last.
"Sir... I'm sorry," Said a nurse to his left. "She looked like a great woman. Your baby... She's ready to be held, if you'd like..."
"No." He said, not looking at the nurse. "I'd like to put her up for adoption."
"Sir, your wife would want you to take care of her..." She said, but trailed off when he glared at her.
"She would, but I can't. I just... can't. Promise me one thing though," John looked at the nurse. She nodded. "Her name will be Monique, and you have to make sure that her family is a good one."
The nurse slowly nodded. "I will, sir." she whispered, then smiled a tiny smile and walked out of the room, leaving the man to stare at his deceased wife, and sob for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.
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*Now*
*Same Time As The Last Chapter Took Place. Monique Is Four*
"Daddy, I cleaned the dishes and sweeped the floor already, though." The little girl said, brushing her hands on her dirty, tattered, sad excuse of clothing.
"Well sweep the floor and wash the dishes again. Clean the bathrooms, all of them, and make all the beds. Wipe all the windows, open all the curtains. Water the flowers and the garden. Mow the lawn, milk the cows, get the chicken eggs and feed the pigs. If any of this is left undone, you will be out of this house. You haven't failed me yet, but I doubt you can do all of that. After all, these are big girl duties." He said, his voice deep and rough, but catching a mocking gentle baby tone at the end. He sneered and pinched her cheek, hard.
Monique winced, but he was big and she was small. She couldn't do anything about it. Besides, she wanted to get out of this house anyways. So, now, she just waits for him to get home. She won't do any of that stuff he told her to. She never does. She hopes one day, he'll let her go and find a nice family that cares for her and doesn't make her do all the chores.
Her "daddy" has 10 adopted kids here, but he only makes her do the work. The other kids are just like him, and they always stay out of his way. She always seems to be in his way, and when she first got here, she couldn't keep her mouth shut. She supposes she set herself up for it, being in the way and loud all the time, but she doesn't think it's fair. She refuses to do it. All she can do now is sit, wait, relax and steal a coloring book from her "sister".
A/N:
I know, I know. It's REALLY SHORT! But, Neccessary. I PROMISE. The chapters are all in a certain order. They need to be for age.
I know, You wanted to know what Happened to Iggy and his Aunt, But I like suspence;)
You'll find out, don't worry.
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