Second Chances

Chapter 2

Warnings: language, abusive relationship, slight violence

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A/N: Mira is pronounced Mee-rah, Mama is pronounce mum-ah. Also please note that the “racist comment” against Hispanics is something that all Desi moms do so I included it solely for that purpose. I do not condone racism, but I wanted to make it accurate to what life is like for a lot of desi women, including myself.

Find out what happened in Chapter 1

“Are you fucking kidding me?” yelled out Hrishaan.

“I’m sorry, but this is what I want”, said Maya.

“What the hell are you sorry for? We aren’t splitting up. We’re going to live our lives and grow old just like our parents”, spit out Hrishaan.

“But we don’t love each other!”, exclaimed Maya.

To which Hrishaan replied, “Who the hell fucking cares?”.

“I care Hrishaan! I can take the abuse. But I will not be raising a child in this environment. So yes, we will be getting a divorce”, replied Maya, raising her voice.

“You got pregnant? How could you be so fucking careless?”.

“Me? What about you? Did I ask to be raped all those nights? Did you hear me say, ‘yes Hrishaan, please continue to penetrate me as I cry and tell you to stop’”, cried out Maya.

“Don’t talk back to me with all your feminist bullshit. You are not leaving this marriage”, responded Hrishaan.

“Well sadly, I am not living in whatever fantasy medieval world you live in where a woman has no autonomy. So I am leaving” said Maya before she continues to say, “I am tired of this”, her voice breaking as she goes back to packing her suitcase.

Hrishaan reached out and grabbed her wrist in an attempt to stop her, squeezing hard enough to cut off blood flow.

“Let go of me!”, cried out Maya.

“No! If you’re going to act like a petulant child, I’ll treat you like one”, said Hrishaan, his veins bulging out of anger.

“Hrishaan, let go. I can’t feel my wrist, you’re hurting me!” said Maya, her eyes welling up with pain.

“If you even think of telling our parents about this nonsensical idea, I will kill you. Don’t think I won’t”, screamed Hrishaan, furious at his wife’s actions.

“Tell them what? That you’re a narcissistic, abusive asshole?” spit out Maya, tugging her arm away.

“You bitch”, yelled Hrishaan letting go of Maya, the sudden act causing Maya to launch forwards and hit her head against the dresser.

Letting out a yelp, Maya slowly got up. 

“Kill me all you want. At least I won’t have to live here with you”, yelled out Maya.

She walked towards the front door, her bags forgotten and blood dripping down her face, as she walked to her car to head to the solace of her cousins home. 

She jerked awake to see the whole team staring at her in concern, startled she sat up straight in her seat.

“What’s up guys?” asked Maya.

“Are you okay?”, questioned David.

“Shouldn’t y'all be asking Spencer that? He’s the injured one!”, exclaimed Maya.

“Well from what it sounded like you were being injured as well”, said Derek.

“What do you mean?” asked Maya, cautiously.

“You kept on saying, ‘let go you’re hurting me’ and muttering words while fidgeting. Sounded like you were reliving some pretty nasty stuff”, said Emily.

“Guy, I’m fine. And we’ve all lived through some nasty stuff. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go to the bathroom”, replied Maya, before walking into the tiny airplane bathroom.

She stared into the mirror, willing her heart rate to slow back down.

You are not married to him anymore. 

You are safe.

You have Mira.

She is your world.

With her breathing and heart rate slowing down, Maya blotted off the sweat from her face, washed her hands, and left the small airplane bathroom. She headed back towards her seat and saw a cup of coffee prepared just to her liking. She mouthed the words “thank you” to Emily who was sitting across the aisle with her own fresh cup of coffee.

It was then that Penelope’s face appeared on the screen.

“Maya, when were you gonna tell us about your hot doctor cousin?”, asked Penny.

“What? How do you know what my cousin looks like?”, questioned Maya.

“He just dropped off your absolutely precious daughter and told me to tell you to and I quote pick up that damn cell phone of yours”, replied Pen.

Rolling her eyes she said, “and he just left his niece with someone he doesn’t know? What an idiot". 

“Hey, but you know me! I can take care of her for a couple of hours!”, exclaimed Pen.

“I know you can Pen! Just remember no sweets and she’s allergic to strawberries and cashews?”, said Maya.

“Got it. Don’t worry about us my love. I will take great care of your daughter. Catch ya on the flip”, said Pen before she hung up.

Maya groaned at the thought of a total stranger, to Mira that is, taking care of her daughter.

“So tell us about this handsome doctor cousin of yours?” says Emily wiggling her eyebrows.

“Handsome my ass. Penelope just got confused because he’s like the one Indian man who is both tall and does not have a unibrow”, said Maya rolling her eyes.

The rest of the team smiles.

“Wait, so you’re Indian? How did we not know that about you?, asked Derek.

“Dude, my last name is Bose. How did you not know that about me?, asked Maya.

Derek just looked confused.

“Bose is the last name of a famous Indian engineer who invented the technology that made the Bose speaker and headphone brand possible. He was on Forbes 400 a couple years ago”, said Spencer.

“See, thank you Spence. Besides, where did you think I was from?”, asked Maya.

“Uh, well you spoke fluent Spanish. So somewhere that spoke Spanish”, replied Derek.

“Huh, my mom always told me I was mistaken for being Hispanic because I was fat. That’ll tell her”, said Maya.

The rest of the team rolled their eyes at what they assumed was yet another self-deprecating joke.

***

“Ma! I missed you”, screeched Mira, running towards her mom.

“Mira baby, I missed you too”, said Maya, squatting down to give her daughter a hug.

“I helped Ms. Penelope do a background check on Jordan!” said Mira with a look of glee on her face. 

“You did what?! Penelope you helped my daughter do a background check on the little boy from pre-k she has a crush on!”, exclaimed Maya.

“Mama, he’s my boyfriend! We’re getting married tomorrow at recess!” cried out Mira.

“See, who was I to let her marry a complete stranger?”, asked Penelope, justifying her actions.

“I told y’all she was a handful”, said Maya as the rest of the team smiled.

“Mama, I’m hungry. I want some chocolate chip cookies”, whines Mira.

“We can make some tonight Mir, but I’m not sure I have any food with me”, said Maya.

“But mummy, I’m starving. I need food”, responded Mira.

“I know baby”, said Maya as she began looking through her desk before Mira threw yet another famous temper tantrum.

“Here, I have a granola bar I never ate”, said Hotch, handing Mira the bar.

“I don’t accept food from strangers Mr. Diarrheahead”, yelled Mira, throwing the bar on the ground.

“Mira, apologize now”, yelled Maya.

“I’m sorry Mr. Diarrheahead”, muttered Mira.

“His name is Mr. Hotchner not Diarrheahead, Mira Ananya Bose. And you better remember that”, said Maya sternly.

“I’m sorry Mr. Hotchner. I shouldn’t have called you that. But you could have been trying to poison me, I don’t know you!”, claimed Mira.

The others were just laughing, while Hotch had a smile on his face and Maya’s face carried an expression of both fury and embarrassment. 

“Let’s go before you get Mommy fired”, said Maya. 

The two said their goodbyes and left but not before Mira had the chance to say, “goodbye Mr. Diarrheahead”, as she waved with a cheeky smile on her face.

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