Handcuffed Bliss - Watty Awards... 2012

Living???

I love you amazing people...

Sooryy for the delay....

But this short little peice was all I could come up with in such a short time...

I promise to write more and write soon....

this one is especially to the lady... lulu123xxx

she got me to write asap :D

 

Jake's POV:

Life changed in the blink of an eye when my wife asserted herself. She was so damn adamant. She listened to no one. She had decided and she stood firm; firm over the toughest of opposition. 

That evening was a blur to me. I don't remember much of what happened next, I only remember staring at the face of my resolute wife and an equally resolute daughter. I remember Shiva dragging me to Rose's room and then Rose tucking me to sleep. I remember her arms around me, her scent filling me with life, infusing a will to live, to hope for tomorrow. 

3 months passed and life, this half life became a routine. Wake up, work, visit family, come home, sleep. I didn't really have the strength for anything else, nor did I have the will. Every day I forced myself to wake up for Rose and the kids, they were my life, my reason to live on, work through the hours till I saw them.

I never went back to the USA, to my home, I converted the warehouse into a semblance of an office and a room to sleep in. Home was where my heart was and that belonged to Rose and our kids. Home would be where ever they would want to settle with me. Home for now was a distant dream. I was a gypsy, living and wandering around, in search of the elusive Ethiopia ‘home’.

I only made flying visits to my head quarters, mostly working through this sleepy island town in Canada. No one questioned me. Everyone supported my decision; my employees and my friends, everyone. 

My little Cookie was growing fast. He was so damn intelligent and smart. I bet he was the smartest kid of all times. The little tyke was the apple of his sister's eye. Caro was healing too. After Graduating, which was a small event, Rose and she had refused to celebrate it. They wanted to get on with work as soon as possible and hadn't wasted a single day.

They were now managing the 2 local restaurants for their family group. They worked in shifts so they could each take Cookie's care, they refused a baby sitter. Cookie was one pampered child around whom everything in their lives rotated. I was at the outer edges, fringes of their life, to be met when they had time, when they could afford to take time out.

Where else they were the centre of my existence, my very reason to survive, I had become their shame, something they hid from the world. They never met me in public, never acknowledged me if they crossed me on the streets, never let Cookie come to me if he wanted to and people were around. 

You learn to accept life; I had learnt to accept mine as well. It wasn't all that easy but it was all I could do. I had to live, to survive, and to ensure I get my family back. I couldn't risk anything because I knew, I knew it well that Rose's family was had been trying to come up with ways of getting rid of me. They had tried real hard these past months but hadn't been successful and committing suicide would only make their task easy, their target was to marry Rose and Caro to some homely guys. I couldn't, simply couldn't let that happen, I couldn't lose them to other men, not even my daughter.

... And Cookie, Cookie was just a baby, I couldn't let him grow up without knowing his father, without knowing how much I loved him, I had to live, live and survive for them. NO matter what, I would survive.

Her family never took back their empire back, they began to build another, this one, and I became a trustee of it, in the joint names of all the kids. I couldn't keep it with me, I had to give it, but I would when they were all adults, capable of taking the right decisions. 

My wife didn't approve of my decision and frankly, neither did any member of her family, but I had no choice, I had to do what I had to do. Life stopped giving me choices a real long time back. I did what had to be done and that's that.

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Caro's POV:

It's been 3 months today, 3 months since life changed. Mom has grown from strength to strength, not only internally but also professionally. She is a force to reckon with. Hard as they come and toughest nut to crack, she has earned the love and respect of all our employees.

Cookie is a strong boy too. He gets it from our mother I guess. He is such a darling and sweet heart, the reason for our smiles, our laughter and the very centre of our existence. Everyone was totally wrapped around his little finger. 

Dad was surviving too. He has been trying, trying too hard, but trying honestly. I love him, never really stopped but I learnt not to let it on. He has to know that we have our own lives and that we are now bound to the Rathore Clan till we cannot repay his debt and perhaps that is for life.

I accepted it just as mom had. She wanted me to live tough. Live like a teenager with no worries, with no fears, no responsibilities. But I couldn't. I had worries, I had responsibilities, I had fears, and I couldn't be blind to my mother’s trails, to my father’s existence, to my brother's needs.

I was healing as well, slowly but surely but that didn't mean that I was ready to party, I wasn't. I wasn't even ready to dress up or talk to a random guy. I had my family's support, mom understood but that didn't mean I was hale and hearty. It's slow... this painful process of healing, of letting go....

Every day was something new, was something painful to relive, to face, to accept and to heal.  I had to accomplish this with a smile on my face. I learnt from Ma, to hide pain, to live as if I was the happiest person on earth, but I could never lie to her, she knew my pain as I knew hers.

She is my inspiration, my strength, my power. If she ever married and moved away, walked out of my life, I would surely die. I want her to be happy, but I couldn't imagine a life without her, without Cookie. They were not only my crutches, my reason to live, but also my very reason to want to fight, to become a better person. If not for them, especially my mom, I would have been dead or a slut, or perhaps a dead slut.

I promised to make it up to my mother. “I promise" I said these words to myself or rather to my image in this full length mirror just as I had been saying them, promising them to Caroline Rudra Ethan Hawk, everyday for the last 3 months.............