Broken Promises

style='font-size:16.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic"'>Broken Promises

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>By: 
Loria Amnekia

Chapter One:

style='mso-tab-count:1'>            Jayde Rayne Welch stood at her
stove, stirring a pot of spaghetti, as she prepared dinner for her family.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Her husband, David, had yet to return home
from work and her daughter, Cassandra, was in her bedroom doing homework. At
least, she was supposed to be doing her homework, more than likely though she
was playing on the laptop computer her grandfather had given her for Christmas
last year.  Jayde sighed as she turned
off the burner and moved the pot over to a cool one.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She got three plates down from the cabinet
over the stove and turned around to set the table.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She grabbed silverware for everyone from the
dish strainer on the counter and set them out, and then she grabbed glasses and
the milk.  After filling everyone’s
glasses, she pulled the garlic bread from the stove and set it on a plate in
the center of the table.  Jayde made sure
everything was ready before walking down the hall to her daughter’s room.

“Cassie, honey,
dinner is ready.  Come and eat,” she
called, stepping into the doorway of Cassie’s bedroom.

“Mom, I’m not
really hungry.  I’ll eat when Dad gets
home,” Cassie responded.    She pushed
her long, strawberry blonde hair behind her shoulders and turned her dark green
eyes up at her mom. 

“Cassie, please
come and eat.  I don’t know when he’s
going to get home.  You know how he
works.  He stays as long as he is
needed,” Jayde replied, trying but failing to hide the disappointment in her
voice.

style='mso-tab-count:1'>            Cassie set her laptop aside and
stood up beside her bed that she had been sitting on.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  At 14 years old, Cassie stood 5’2” and
weighed 110 pounds.  She looked much like
her mother except her hair.  Where
Jayde’s hair was a dark brown, almost black, Cassie’s was a bright strawberry
blonde.  Cassie walked over to her mom
and put her hand and her mom’s arm. 

“It’s alright,
Mom.  You’re right.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  I’ll come and eat with you,” Cassie said,
smiling at her mom and hoping to cheer her up. 
Cassie knew that, no matter how much they tried to hide, her parent’s marriage
was not in the best of shape at the moment. 
She worried that they might end up in divorce, but she knew that they
loved each other.  She only hoped that
they would realize how much they love each other before the marriage was
irreparable. 

style='mso-tab-count:1'>            Jayde and
Cassie took their seats at the table and filled up their plates.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  They ate in silence for awhile, both lost in
their own thoughts.  At 31 years old, class=SpellE>Jayde was a rather plain woman.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She was 5’4” and had shoulder length dark
brown hair, bright hazel eyes, and weighed 140 pounds.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She was quiet around people she didn’t know,
but her friends all knew about her long rambles and rants about different
topics.  From the day they had found out
she was pregnant, Jayde and David had decided that she
would be a stay-at-home mom.  She worked
hard to keep their home clean and to entertain and teach Cassie.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>   class=SpellE>Jayde was content with her role in the household.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She helped Cassie with her homework, took
care of their two cats, and when her husband got home, dinner was always
waiting. 

style='mso-tab-count:1'>            Lately though, Jayde
had felt that something was missing.  She
feared her marriage was falling apart. 
Her husband hardly spoke to her beyond “Bring me a beer.” or “Fix me a
plate.” or even “Where’s the remote?”  It
was taking it’s toll on her.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She tried several times to broach the topic,
but he always told her that nothing was wrong. 
He would always tell her that he still loves her and that she shouldn’t
worry.  Then he would turn back to the
television and zone out again.  Their
lovemaking became mechanic.  He would
turn to her and run his hand up and down her side.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Jayde would roll
onto her back while he climbed on top of her. 
There was no more foreplay and it was over in minutes.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She missed the lovemaking they shared when
their daughter was younger.