AidenThe last time she cried was when I found her shivering in the rain.The last time she spoke was after she saw her cousin's corpse. Since then, she hadn't made a sound. The only noises she spared me were the soft sound of her breathing and the occasional hiss in her sleep. She stares through me with empty eyes, moves like a doll wound up and left to break, and I can't deny the truth. I did this to her. I thought it would take three days as usual to get her to come around. A week has passed, and she is only a shell of the woman she used to be. I would rather she curse me, spit those hurtful words, and look at me with hate. Anything but this deadness.And yet, even as I watch her slip further away, I can't bring myself to let her go. Selfish, I know. But I would rather keep her broken by my side than lose her.**************************************Machines beeped steadily as I opened the hospital door to the VIP room.Lucas stood beside the bed, his shoulders hunched as he watc
Leah I blinked awake, my eyes struggling to adjust to the light and make sense of where I was. My body felt heavy, drained, as if something important had been taken out of me.I felt a warm hand around mine. I turned my head slowly and saw Aiden slumped over the side of the bed, his head resting on the mattress, my hand trapped in his. I stirred, and his eyes fluttered open."You're awake," he breathed, relief softening his face as he sat up. A small smile tugged at his lips. "Thank God.""The baby?" I asked.The smile vanished, and his grip tightened. "You lost it."My hand twitched faintly in his. I pressed my lips together, swallowing the scream clawing up my throat. The emptiness had been there, but I was expecting another answer. It's strange. It hasn't been long since I found out I was pregnant, but I feel like I have lost a part of myself."I see," I whispered, staring past him at the ceiling."I should have caught you," he said."But you didn't."He bowed his head, my hand
LeahYou know that heart-wrenching ache when you give your first time to a man you thought was the one, only to realise it was all in your head? Yeah, that's how I felt right now staring at his angry back after what I thought we shared last night. Pathetic. I seem to never learn with him."Yes," I whispered.The room went silent, and I felt his eyes on me now, but I didn't dare look at him."You don't need to worry about it," I forced out. "I'll take care of it."I saw him stand up. "The fuck do you mean you will take care of it?" He barked and I flinched. "You aren't actually considering keeping that baby, are you?"My nails dug into my thigh. I turned to face him. God, he looked furious. It's funny cause I don't remember asking to get knocked up."And what if I am?" I fired back, sitting up, the sheets slipping down my chest. "It's not even your baby."He chuckled, his voice dipping dangerously. "Then whose? Who the fuck touched you except me, Leah? Tell me.""In case you have
LeahIt sank into his eyes. He screamed, staggering back, hand clutching his ruined eye as blood ran down his cheek. "You fucking bitch!"I didn't waste time and started running for the door, but my escape lasted barely two sceonds before he caught me by the hair."Where the fuck do you think you are going to?" He snarled, yanking me back so hard my scalp hurt. He slammed my head against the wall, and I whimpered from the pain. His ruined eye was bloodied, and he had already pulled the pregnancy stick put.He pressed the gun to my forehead. "If you weren't needed alive, I would paint the floor with your brains."My chest heaved, fear enveloping me. Where the fuck is Aiden when you need him? I caught Amanda behind him, sneaking into the room with a knife in her hand."You're making a big mistake," I said, trying to distract him, my breath shaky. "Aiden won't let you get away with touching me.""Shut the fuck up, hoe," he growled, and slapped me.I bit down on my lip as I blinked bac
LeahI grabbed my usual shampoo and shoved it at Aiden. He put it into the basket he was carrying, then reached for another one. "Let's get extras," he said."Why? I only have a month to spend with you." I said.He froze for a moment, then dropped two more bottles into the basket anyway. "Seven weeks and a day," he said. "That's what I saw in the calendar under your pillow."I shrugged. "It's a month to me."We moved on, but my eyes kept drifting to the corner shelf where the pregnancy tests were tucked between vitamins and sanitary pads. I swallowed. How do I get one without him noticing?"Do you want anything else?" "No."After Aiden paid and we had walked five steps away from the store, I stopped."I need your wallet," I blurted with an outstretched hand."Why?""There's something I didn't get."His brow arched. "It's personal." I said and added quickly, "You don't have to follow me."He studied me, still suspicious. He sighed, dug into his coat, and pressed the wallet into m
Leah He leaned against the balcony rail, a cigratte glowing between his fingers, smoke curling into the night. His eyes never left me. A moment ago, I had shoved him off me, and without a word, he had slipped out of bed, lit up a cigarette, and stepped outside. Storm had appeared briefly, placing a bottle of whiskey on the small table before vanishing again. I should've been grateful for the silence, but all it did was replay his words in my head. He didn't come to apologise. All he did was make excuses, refusing to name what he did. Every word circled back to him, his guilt, his pain, his sleepless night. It was always about how broken he was, never about what he broke in me. Not once did he ask how I felt. He just wanted relief, not forgiveness. And when I didn't give him what he wanted, he threatened me. My fists tightened around the sheets. He said he couldn't take it when I looked at him like he was a monster. But what else did he expect, acting like one? The door slid open,