It had been a long day for Trina, just as every day had been for the past month. Being a new mother was so so stressful for her. Jason was always crying, Marvin was always at work, she never slept, not to mention that she was recovering from her horrific near-death birth experience.

Giving birth had been a nightmare for Trina, she had lost so much blood that she nearly died, it was a miracle that Jason was even alive, since he was a premature baby. Ofcourse, Marvin hadn't been there for her. He hadn't been around much at all, not even present for the birth of his own son. He prioritised work over his wife and son, he always did.

Jason was crying, she was cradling him, trying to gently shush him. She hated it, how loud he was. Trina had nearly got an abortion, but as soon as her family found out they forced her out of it by threatening to disown her and cut her out of their lives if she even thought about getting an abortion. But looking back, an abortion would've been best. Trina was nowhere near in the mental state to be raising a baby - especially with an abusive husband.

She wanted to shake Jason as hard as she could. Put him in the bath and let his head go underwater for a few seconds so that the crying would stop. She wanted to just let him cry and cry and cry as she slept but Trina knew she couldn't while that. Trina held the four-week old to her chest, standing up from her seat and starting to pace around the living room to see if that would make him stop.

Then, Trina let out a sigh of exasperation and fear as she heard the opening of the front door open and saw her husband, Marvin, step through the front door. The sound of Jason's wailing was deafening. Trina put her hand over Jason's mouth for a moment to shush him, but quickly snapped out of it.

"Oh, you're home. Finally, I'm so tired. The baby won't stop crying, be just never stops, dear. Never. I need a minute, please."

That was stupid, she thought. Marvin wouldn't give her a break. Maybe a broken arm, sure. But not a break or second of peace.