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Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father . Chapter 30: faraway . At first, it was like a warmth. A gentle warmth that caressed the nape of her neck, traveling up to her head. But as the temperature around her neck grew, so did her awareness–and the warmth was nothing more than her brain trying to convince her that there was no pain. She groaned as she was jostled, head hanging over something, and she swore she heard a little ‘shh’.

She didn't come for him and he isn't worth her time either so talking and exchanging words with him would be pointless that she decided to save her breath by walking away. He pauses his movement and smirks evilly as he watches her leave. As she walked through that busy corridor, she could see nurses attending to patients by pushing them on chair wheels. Some bandaged patients walked by in crotches and there, she witnessed a shocking moment which melted her heart, A young unconscious boy on a wheeled stretcher, being ignored by a doctor. He refused to have him in the emergency and operating room because it was almost filled. Isabella felt pity for the poor parents who could not help at that m

"Aaargggh! You're staining my lips." "So you really haven't kissed before? Gosh Laurel, you should be happy because your first kiss, I did it. You weren't kissed by a jerk or a bad boy. You were kissed by your own husband. At least you should feel happy instead of screaming hysterically like that. I'm just doing what we're supposed to do at church after all." “To hell with the first kiss. I don't want strangers to touch me."

I hope you like it, my dear. That's all there was on the handwritten note. Neither the script nor this choice of words seemed familiar to me. No one I knew would call me 'my dear', so the thought that it might be a cheap apology gift from my father immediately faded from my mind. But it had to come from someone. A stalker was the last thing I needed now. I then lifted the black cloth that covered the rest of the gold-decorated box's contents, revealing a beautiful necklace. Decorated in dark gold with sinister red and blackish gemstones, it had an antique touch. I gently held it up to the light. The red shimmered like dried blood and the gems that I had initially thought were black, now show

-Eve- *Trigger warning: "This content may contain depictions of [violence, sexual assault, rape, self-harm, etc.] that some readers may find disturbing." If you are sensitive to this topic please skip this chapter. The nightmares were getting worse. I know that Nana notices and so does Vincent. I also know that it was the reason I am here now. In this sunflower theme room with drawings of bright blue skies, it seems as if nothing bad would ever happen to me here.

Jaxter continued with what he knew. Hayle’s eyes darted around as she supported her head with both hands. Her head immediately felt dizzy, and forced memories surfaced. It was a night of thunder, lightning, and heavy rain. Hayle remembered waking up not from the deafening thunder, but from the sound of something breaking. The little girl, who was not yet old enough for preschool, slowly descended the stairs of her home. But after a few steps, Hayle saw two figures—her parents—being forcibly dragged out by someone, their condition helpless. Young Hayle waited until morning when the police came to take her away, after which there was nothing.

TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains scenes and references involving abuse of children, including emotional and physical harm. Reader discretion is advised. Thank you. ROMAN'S POV For a moment, none of us breathed. We couldn't fùcking breathe. The hidden door gave way, and it wasn't even the stench of human waste that made us speechless; it was the children who shrank into each other's bodies. Wide, young eyes filled with tears and fear as they clustered themselves together, scooting backwards away from us

**Author's Note: Trigger Warning: This chapter contains scenes of triggers. Contains scenes of rape and sexual abuse. Reader discretion is advised. The author also does not condone nor glorify any of the scenes listed. Proceed with caution.** Mirage's P.O.V The bed dipped on the other side, like someone just took a seat beside me.

She thought I'd break down and sob uncontrollably, but I coolly unlocked the door, stepped inside, and sat calmly on the couch. "Why did you do that?" I asked. That simple question shattered Sally's confident façade. Her mask crumbled, revealing her fear and hysteria. "Because I hate you!" she screamed. "I'm sick of your goody-two-shoes act! I hate you! I hate you more than anyone!" Never had I imagined hearing such words from Sally. Her parents divorced when she was young, and she grew up with her grandma. She lived next door to my family. My parents treated her like their own daughter, and I saw her as my older sister.

The vibrant colors seem to mock me, a stark contrast to the dull ache in my chest. I feel like I'm walking through a house that belongs to a stranger, not mine. A bitter taste rises in my mouth as I realize that's exactly what it is—a stranger's house. The sound of Grey and Callie's laughter drifts from the dining room, and my heart twists painfully. It sounds… happy, like they're a real family. The little boy's giggle is like a stab in my gut. I want to scream, but I hold it back. Not now. Not here.