148. My fighting skills.

Isla’s POV

I couldn’t sleep, my mind was focused on the attack that had happened. I was worried about Dario, I had sent him a dozen texts and called him several times but still there was no reply from him.

I was scared and worried within. I hoped that nothing would have happened to Dario because I knew that if anything happened to him it meant I would have to be on my own.

How would I be able to survive without him by my side holding me tight? How will I be able to strive without his support?

‘Things would be so bad and my child…’ I paused on that thought. ‘My child would end up being fatherless.’

The minute that thought settled in my mind, I stood on my feet unable to bear it. I needed a distraction from my thoughts, a way out from this constant swirling in my mind. So I walked to the window, staring out of it with a saddened expression plastered on my face.

Sadly, this little act seems to do me no good. The thoughts which were flying in and out of my mind increased creating more