Bruised

Chapter 33

"No, God no... We need a doctor right now!" I yell frantically, "wake up baby, don't leave me. I can't live without you, please, stay with me..." I drop to my knees with her in my arms, the tears are streaming down my face and dripping from my chin.

I hear a door slam, looking up to see a few doctors running up with a stretcher. I lift her up onto it, and they turn and run into an operating room. Trying to run after them, but two doctors stop me before I can go any further. "Sir, you can't be with her right now."

"Bullshit I can't!" I try to shove past them, but they block my attempts. No matter how hard I try, more and more doctors pile on me to keep me back. Thats fucking enough, I pull my arm back and punch one of the doctors. He drops to his knees while holding his nose. I feel a grip on my shoulder and turn, its Calumn. "Come on man, shes in good hands."

I shake my head and make another attempt to get through the doctors. Calumn pulls me back, with me throwing every profanity that comes to mind at him. He drags me outside with people staring, I fight and kick, but I know he is stronger than me, that doesn't matter at this point. Calumn them stops and pulls me up, I yell at him. "What the flying fuck was that for, you prick!"

"Watch how you fucking talk to me," he scolds me as if he's my father. I groan and run my hands through my hair. "Secondly, what the fuck was that?!" He scolded again, "you looked like a God damn maniac for fucks sake! Could you imagine the look on her face, or how she would feel if she saw you acting like that?"

My expression dropped at that, I'm such an ass. "Damnit, I don't know. I freaked out, I'm scared, I cant lose her. I just can't," I dropped to the floor with my head in my hands.

Please be okay....

                          The next day

We stayed the night, Molly got out of surgery and I stayed by her side all night. I look at her laying on the hospital bed, hooked up to machines. I almost lost her again...

Molly had the baby, our baby. Her name is Myla, she is 5 pounds and 4 ounces. She is small for being early, and no NICU is needed. I am just glad that they're both okay.

                            8:00 AM

I look up to see Molly stirring in her sleep, her eyes flutter open and fall on me. She smiles and I do too, I then get up and go hug her. My baby is okay. I have to remind myself, the creek of a door is heard and a nurse walks in.

"Good morning, you two. Would you like to see your baby girl?"

Molly and I rapidly nod our heads, the nurse walks out. A minute or two passed and she walked back in, with our little one in her arms.

The nurse hands her to me, I look down at her and the tears start to brim my eyes. I look at Molly and she smiles, my girls.

Its us against the world now...

                     10 years later

I walk in the kitchen to see Molly preparing breakfast for our little ones. She's humming to a song while cooking, I just stare at her and smile. I may look like a creep right now, but I don't care. She's my girl, I'm allowed to adore her.

She turns around to get something and jumps when she sees me. "You scared me! And what are you looking at me like that for?" She crosses her arms over her chest.

I shrug, "am I not allowed to look at my wife?" I joke with her, she laughs and shakes her her.

The stampede is heard running down the stairs, our three not so little ones. There's Myla, the oldest, 10. Hunter, the middle, 8. And Josephine, the youngest, 7.

"Mama?" Myla asks, "yes sweetheart." Molly replies, and continues cooking. "I saw those scars along your back and wrists, what are they from?"

Molly went silent and stopped what she was doing. She turned back and looked at me, and sucked in a breath. She turned off the stove, and then turned around once more. "Come with me," while exiting the kitchen towards the living room.

"You'll need to sit down for this," she sat on the couch. "Jay, you remember my ex, right." It wasn't a question, I nodded. "Yes, after he... kidnapped you-" I paused, she looked at me and then at the kids. Their mouths hung open, Josephine may have only been 7, but she knew what it meant.

Molly P.O.V
"Its high time I tell you all the truth, the whole truth.... When I was young my parents decided they didn't want me anymore. So they put me in an orphanage, I hated it, so I ran away after a while. I lived on the streets for years, begging for scraps, stealing to live, running from police or people who tried to turn me in. One man had finally caught me, so I went back to the orphanage. I was stuck until a family adopted me, but they were awful people. That's what most of the scars along my back are for, I was whipped, beaten, and tortured for years. Until your dad took me in, but it wasn't over yet. My ex, he was crazy, and obsessed with me. He would mentally and psychically abuse me. I broke up with him, and lived with your dad for years. Until he found me again and kidnapped me. I was tortured, until I had enough one day. My ex came in, but he didn't know that he had dropped his gun. So I took it, he had gotten on top of me.... I shot him, right between the eyes."

Tears rolled down my face and they all came over and comforted me, they understood why I had to do it. "I never knew baby, I'm so sorry." Jaeden cooed, and kissed my head.

"Its okay mama, we love you." Hunter said and smiled. The tears continued to fall for a while. I lifted my head up, I looked at every one of them.

"Nobody is ever going to treat you like I was and thats a promise I will keep.."