Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
He carries me outside to the truck that is now waiting out front.
He places me in the back seat, laying me down, and then he closes the door.
I close my eyes, the tears all dried up, and pray that maybe by some miracle, my baby will make it through this.
I know the chances of that are basically none, but that doesn’t mean I won’t hold out hope.
I’ll do anything, anything, just to make this better.
Western gets in the truck and begins to drive.
I know where he’s taking me. He didn’t have to say a single word for me to know exactly where we are going. I’m injured, and not only that, I just told him I am pregnant and probably losing the baby. He’s not going to mess around with that. He’s not going to wait. I wouldn’t expect him to.
He’s taking me to the hospital.
He’s taking me to face the agonizing truth.
I’m just not sure I’m ready for it.
But I know I have no other choice.
I have to face what’s coming, and when I have ... Well then I’ll face what caused it to happen in the first place.
I want Bill dead.
I don’t care at what cost.
Today is the day I am done with Bill Whart.
13
“Sometimes it happens this early. It doesn’t mean you can’t go on having more children. Many women go through this without even knowing and thinking it’s their period. It isn’t anything you did, nor is it anything you could have prevented.”
I zone out as the doctor speaks, his voice kind but straight forward.
I’ve been here for a night and in that time, the bleeding turned into what would seem like a normal period, but I know it isn’t, and that only makes it worse. The doctors did blood work, and told me that my HCG levels dropped, which means that I am no longer pregnant. It was so early, they told me it mightn’t have even attached properly, but with everything else going on, it just crushes me. It feels as though my soul is slowly, little by little, shrinking into a shriveled up mess I can’t escape from.
The only reason I got to spend the night at the hospital is because of my other injuries. I told the doctors that I fell down some stairs and that’s why I came in here, worried about my pregnancy. They seemed to accept that story, though they spent a lot of time side eyeing Western. I know that they know who he is, but that doesn’t stop him staying by my bedside. He hasn’t left. He hasn’t once allowed me to be alone.
The doctor leaves after telling me that he’ll go and get the discharge papers, and it’s best if I just go home and rest.
Rest.
How can I rest when my heart is broken?
The moment he walks out, a nurse comes in and begins doing a few more tests. I roll to my side, the tears that seemingly never want to end, flowing out once more. I knew what the outcome would be, but hearing it confirmed only makes it that much worse.
The bed dips and the nurses voice rings out, “You can’t get in...”
Whatever Western does, has her sentence being cut off mid speech. She doesn’t say another word to him as his big body settles in behind me and he pulls me into his arms. I’ve loved every moment of comfort he has given me through this. He has stepped up in a way that I never would have thought he could, or even would. He hasn’t said much, at all, but he has been here for me in a way he never has before.
It only makes it so much harder not to love him.
Once the doctor comes in and I’m discharged, Western brings me back to the club. He isn’t going to leave me alone after what Bill did, and I can’t say I blame him. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want him to get near me again. What I want, is for this to be over. I’m willing to do whatever it takes for that man to leave me alone. I can deal with Western and the things he’s involved in later. For now, I just need to feel safe again.
I rest for a few hours, and when I wake, I’m feeling a little better.
Western isn’t in the shed when I rise, but he has left out some water and painkillers, as well as a bakery bag filled with some pastries. Next to it, is my phone and purse. He must have gotten my call before Bill took me, and he managed to locate my phone. I don’t care how he did that, I’m just glad that he got to my things before someone else did.
Pulling out my phone, I see a few missed calls from Leo and Luna. I message them both and tell them I’ve come down with something, and I send an extra one to Luna telling her that I’ll update her later, but that I’m not pregnant anymore. I don’t go into detail, I can’t even think of it without feeling the heavy pit form in my stomach. I know it was only early, but I truly didn’t think it would bother me so much for it to end how it did.