My whole centre burned intensely.
“Uhm…” I tried to think of an answer but all my brain could do was concentrate on the pain. It hit like a wrecking ball.
I shook my head trying to clear my head with no luck.
Eyes stared still, waiting.
“Are you okay sweety?”
All I could do was nod my head and force a smile.
My posture bent a little, thinking that would ease the pain but nope.
Just a few more hours, I told myself. The conversation continued without me then I felt something else snap and shit I couldn’t take it anymore.
I turned so fas
I opened the door and took the steps one at a time, the gun held with both hands, having reloaded it. The music was loud, making it impossible to hear anything. I reached the steel door at the top, placing my bloody hand on it then pushed the handle down slowly. I jerked the door open, sliding in with my finger on the trigger, ready to make it rain. My eyes fell on a kitchen island, the kitchen empty, bottles of beer and trash everywhere, a stink in the air. Slowly, I went through, leaning against the wall. I slid down then peeped into the living room where they all were. Smoke filled the room, the stench of alcohol heavy. I could hear women moaning. “What are you going to do with the kid?!” “Fucking sell him ofcourse, I already have a buyer, fucking good money too! Gave me a business idea!” “You are so fucked up!”“Not as much as I am about to fuck this whore!” Laughter and giggles filled the room then the moans. I tightened my grip on the gun, closing my eyes, saying my fina
“You know it’s four a.m right?” “I am five minutes away, please alert the guards I am coming, open the gate and garage” Was all I said as I took the sharp corner up to Ryan's house, cutting the call. I pressed harder on the gas, the car not able to go any faster than it already was. My hands clenched, pale, and burning from the pain of the tight grip. The lights from the house came to view, bright. I dared take a look again at Hendrix’s dot on the map, my chest clenching even more, my jaw set. The dot still hadn’t moved, wanting to not think the worst but it was hard to ignore the fact now.The gates opened as I approached and I was afraid, if not, I would have run them through. I turned, going straight to the garage and slid in the open spot. I did not even turn off the car; jumped off, and ran for the door to the house, running in. I nearly hit Neria while turning the corner. “Girl!” She exclaimed, stepping back. I was shaking, could barely even speak. “I need guns,” Was all I
I was running after Hendrix, not knowing what to do with myself. “I am coming with you,”He had run up to the apartment and changed the suit to more stretchy dark clothes. I stood watching him check his guns and stashing them into a large bag. I had never felt so helpless in my life, watching everything spin around me. Hendrix did not have to say anything, I knew I would be a distraction. He pulled a black bennie on, we both knew he was leaving me behind. He was on autopilot and I did not want to be in his way as he packed all he would need. My arms wrapped around my waist, finally giving up the fight, watching helplessly, knowing there wasn’t much I could do to get my baby. Hendrix dropped the bag on the bed, the clutter of metal heard then he turned, his eyes falling on me. His face was hard, never having seen him that pale, his jaw tight. Those eyes were dark. No one would believe that just a few hours ago they were filled with happiness and a gleam. The distance closed between
This was how I was going to die. In my head I could see it and I knew this was how I was going to lose my life. I had accepted, accepted it the second Sam’s words settled in my head. If I had to claw Damon’s insides with my bare hands, I would. Raw, the nerve exposed leaving me deaf and numb to everything that was happening. The car couldn’t go any faster but it felt like it was moving in slow motion. My eyes were trained ahead, sitting pressed forward, scanning every car we passed. There was no way we could see the cars they were driving. We had no way of tracking them nor knowing which direction they took from the house but still, I felt like stopping every car in search of my baby. Familiar streets appeared, Hendrix hitting full gas, the car flew on the road. The loud noise of the tires screeching filled the air as we took a sharp turn and up the driveway. The car was barely on park when we jumped out. I took the steps two at a time. So much hate was threading through me, pulsing
Hendrix called three hours later and told me he was coming to pick me up. I got into my little black dress and heels, put on a bit of make up and walked out, locking the door. Why did he walk out of the car to meet me half way in the parking lot just to take my hand and walk with me to the car. He opened my door and helped me get into the car then walked around to slide in. I turned and stared at him as he pulled his seat belt on. I pulled mine too and just stared. He turned, giving me a smile that would melt worlds. I knew Hendrix, I really knew him down to his bones. He would never do that to me. As if reading my mind he took my hand and kissed it before turning to drive. I put my hand on his lap and did not dare take my eyes off him. He was my world, my sun, and my moon. “I love you,” He stared at me, “ Love you too angel.” He put his hand on mine then squeezed. We settled into a conversation as he drove us around town. We parked at the mall and walked out. His hand held min
“Ruth, we have to talk.” I turned from the seriousness of Hendrix’s voice and when my eyes fell on the large white envelope my heart dropped to the darkest pitt in my stomach. I placed the spoon down before I dropped it. So this was really happening, he was really leaving us. “These are our divorce papers,” He dropped the envelope on the table and pushed it forward. “Your family has agreed to the terms.” He spoke, his hands sliding into his pockets, looking calm. My heart was being shredded, his cold exterior making it hard for me to even say anything. How could he so casually just break the news. So many questions ran through my head. All the words he spoke of never leaving me, of never leaving us. “You said you wanted to adopt Blue?” Was the one question I finally settled on. Why had he even said that? Why had he led me to believe he really wanted to be Blue’s father. “And I will.” He said casually, not the man I was used to, “I am protecting him from you. He will have a normal