My Third Chance

Prologue

Hello! My name is Mila Walter, I'm 28 years old and this is my story.

Everything started the day that I found my husband cheating on me. You see it was the day before our anniversary and I wanted to give him a surprise visit. Instead, the one surprised was me when I found him balls deep in some girl. 

You know the excuse that he gave me for cheating on me? That we didn't spend that much time together anymore. That our kids were too much for him. Can you believe this cheating ass? And yes, we have two kids. Their names are Tristan and Magnus.

Those two are my life. I would do anything for them. That day that I was going to surprise my husband Tony, I left them with my mother-in-law.

After confronting Tony and his mistress I went to the beach to get my mind in order.

You see, I wasn't going back to the house that we shared together. And after this I really need it to be far away from here. Far away from him.

Did I cry? heck yeah! You have no idea. But the thing is I'm a person that doesn't like to show people my worst. Not even my kids. Especially not them. They do know that if they need to cry that they can cry. There's nothing wrong with that. But to me is a different story.

I used to show my emotions and didn't care what anybody thought about it. That was until one day the worst happen...

My mom died giving birth to me, at least that's what everybody says. My dad, Ramon left me with his sister because he couldn't take care of me. I really didn't mind. She had four daughters, and I was just another daughter for her.

She took me in with open arms. Everything was fantastic. But like in every story when everything is good, dreadful things happen. Once I turned 13 my aunt's husband that was like my father to me started asking this questions that made me feel really uncomfortable. Really personal questions.

The questions were just the beginning. Every time that he would asked those questions He would get really close to me. So close that if I lost my balance we could have kissed. I really wanted to say something to my aunt, but he said that if I say something to someone, we both could get in trouble. More me than him.  And I believe it.

 Can you believe that I trusted him?

One awful day, the power went out. There was no light on the whole block. By this time all my cousins were already married and living out of the house. It was only us, my aunt, her husband and me. The day that the power went out my aunt went to the grocery store to get some candles because we didn't have anymore. We still had daylight so she had time to get some just in case the light didn't come back.  She left me with her husband even though that I begged her to take me with her.

 Her response? 

"I'll be really fast don't worry." patted my head and left. I ran to my room trying to hide. I had a really bad feeling.  

He didn't waste any time. As soon as she was out of the view, he went to my room and without wasting time he took my innocence from me. It didn't matter how much I scream, how much I cried nobody came to my rescue. I was all alone.

I mean who was going to hear me when we live in the middle of nowhere. I felt like a part of me just died that day. 

He left me in my room crying my eyes out. But not before telling me that if I said something to anyone I was going to be in big trouble. And like always, I'd believe him.

It felt like an eternity waiting for my aunt. 

By the time she came back it was getting dark outside. And she didn't even came to checked on me. 

From then forward, every time that my aunt went out and she left me with him it was the same thing over again. It came to a point that I felt numb. I just let it happen. Until one day I couldn't take it anymore and had to say something to someone because all I had in my mind was that I want it to end.

I wanted to die. I even starred to self-harm. It's the only time when I felt free. When I felt in control. That's when I knew that I need it to get help. I wasn't going to kill myself and give him the satisfaction of ruining my life. 

No!

I told my home teacher what was going on. And they called social services and my dad. My dad was a disappointment, he didn't want to press charges. The reason? He was the husband of his sister. His favorite sister at that. And he didn't want to see her suffer. I was to decide at 18 if I wanted to press charges.

Can you believe the nerve of my 'father'? I was only 13 at that time. Didn't he see that that was the worst that he could've done? I had to move in with him. My 'father' isolated me. The only time out was to school. That's where I met my husband, Tony. He was the first one that made me feel comfortable being around him. I guess that's why we started going out. Because I knew that he was save. 

We got together when I was 16. He proposed when I was 17 and of course my dad never knew about it. That was until I turned 18. That's when I left my father to live with Tony.

That's when I finally found a family. Tony gave me a reason to finally smile. His mother became my mom. His father became mine too. We became a family.

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 At the age of 18 I married Tony. At 21 we had our first-born, Tristan. At 22 we had our second one, Magnus. And to my understanding everything was good. Yes, we did had our arguments but that was it. How wrong was I...