Mother

When I saw him for the first time, he was frowning. He had a reason though. That's what anyone would feel if they're suddenly thrown out of their comfortable room after months without any pre-notice. All of my motherly feelings were flooding in until I saw his eyes. The pain I felt at that moment was far more than what I went through when I gave birth to him or when that beast, Nick abducted me. Or when he killed my soul like an animal nearly every night. It was my child. My child. I couldn't unsee his eyes. A mother wanted to live and die for her child but women wanted to stay away even from her abductor's shadow, then it was his child.

For those moments, the mother stepped back and a woman came forward. I swear at some moment, it was pure hatred but when he started to cry. He opened his toothless mouth to howl. Tears filled his eyes. His eyes. They weren't Nick's. He was my child and only mine. The mother in me was firm that I was going to raise him as my child. I named him Jack and the woman in me went to exile. Then all I wanted was a safe life for Jack. It was the only aim. Jack was my life from that moment. It was me locked in a room with my life.