“I—”
“Sabine, just do what your father says,” Marie whispered, making it appear as if she were consoling her child, only to use it as concealment.
“I HATE YOU!” Sabine broke away, staring at her father in rage. She was so numb to her mother’s fake love. “AND I SWEAR NEITHER ONE OF YOU WILL EVER SEE ME AGAIN!”
“Sabine!” Marie called after her. “Sabine, sweetheart! Please don’t leave!”
May 23, 2011
“Adair please!” Sabine had a tight grip on his shirt. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you! You get so worked up?—”
“Because you lyin’ and shit! I asked you what happened! Why the fuck wouldn’t you tell me your bitch ass dad smacked you in the face?!”
If he hadn’t overheard she and Parthenia’s conversation, Sabine would’ve never told him.
“Let me go.”
“I will if you promise not to do something to my father, Adair! I hate him, he was wrong, but I don’t want to make things worse. I don’t want any of this…please…” she pleaded, eyes glassy with pain.
Against his better judgement Adair blanketed his fiancé snuggly into his chest. Sabine was hurting from much more than the physical pain her father inflicted. She’d explained her family dynamics a few times, but it was always to a maximum of her discretion. He knew she hadn’t even scratched the surface.
June 23, 2011
Adair said the best gift he could receive for his birthday was Sabine to become his wife.
So, on the day he was born, they stood before mostly his loved ones, Narri and Parthenia, committing and promising to love one another for the rest of their lives.
The wedding was small, but their future together was so much bigger.
Sabine wouldn’t have had it any other way.
The next morning…
Sabine woke up with a mind-numbing headache and a very sore body. The only thing she could remember was saying I do. After that, they partied all night. Adair made sure she had the time of her life. Sabine, Narri and Parthenia never experienced anything like it. They’d been going to mixers, galas, weddings; all types of events and they couldn’t recall ever having so much fun. Sabine was grateful that her new family welcomed her with open arms.
“Hm…” Adair stood over her with a pill and mug. “I know you all fucked up,” he laughed.
“It’s not funny,” Sabine groaned, sluggishly pulling herself up into a seated position. She took whatever it was without question and downed it. “Ew! Is that tomato juice?!”
“Yea, my mom said it helps.”
“Is that why you’re so awake?”
“Oh naw, I does this baby. We used to be up plenty nights when I was younger, partying right with my mom, auntie and they friends.”
“She let you drink?” Sabine asked shocked.
“Mhm…I was doing all types of shit by the time I was sixteen.” Adair flopped down next to her pulling her in close. They were in his old room at his mother’s house. Since he had graduated, and Sabine was on summer break and would be transferring out to follow Adair; they’d agreed to stay there until their move to New York.
Since falling out with her parents, Sabine refused to take any more money from her father which Adair insisted that she didn’t need to. He promised to take care of them when they went to New York. Sabine wasn’t sure how he was going to do it, but she trusted him with her life.
“I’m so sore…” Sabine grumbled.
Adair slid his hand under the cover, caressing her naked body. The only thing she wore were the something borrowed pearls that Pam had graciously extended yesterday. The way she took her in, cared, loved and mothered her right along with Adair meant the world to Sabine.
“Now that part, was me,” he cheesed.
“I just know it,” Sabine smiled shaking her head.