The Destruction of Love

The Bathroom

Josephine POV

Trigger warnings ahead in this chapter

I barely make it to the bathroom in time before I empty my stomach into the toilet. I lean up against the wall waiting for the dizziness to go away. My morning sickness has now become afternoon sickness as well. I hate to admit it but my pregnancy has been quite difficult and we're only two months I wonder how the next 7 are going to go?

I groan at the thought of more nausea and other pregnancy symptoms what's worse than everything making you feel sick? In the end, it'll all be worth it when I get to hold my baby in my arms and its beautiful smile. I smile at the thought of my baby already picturing its beautiful face. I hope it has Hero's eyes his green eyes were sculptured by the roman gods well not just his eyes all of him.

I miss him, I miss his touch, the way he makes me feel, the way his touch ignites a thousand electric bolts inside of me, the way he makes me feel sexy and confident, the way he makes me a better person, the way I'm not afraid to be myself around him, the way we're both good for each other.

Hero might not realize this it but we're both good for each other. He makes me feel happy, safe, confident and loved. My whole life has been full of people betraying me because of my last name people in my life the to come and go. My parents always loved me there was no doubt about that but while family cousins, aunts, and uncles there nothing but a bunch of fake ass bitches same with friends.

I know that I need to make up my mind about Hero soon but I just can't decide when my heart and head are in two different places. My heart is telling me to forgive him and that he has had enough suffering. My head is telling me that it's too soon Hero didn't make a small little mistake he made a huge mistake he threatened my parents and he made a bet that I would be his first.

I still love him.

This is the problem here I still love him despite every terrible thing he has said and done to me I still love him. I don't know if I'm a fool loving him still or if I'm just naive into thinking that one day we could be happy and make our little version of heaven.

I get up off the bathroom floor thinking that I've had had enough self-pity for one day. As I am washing my hands the door swings open and I see Kendrick wearing his signature smirk. A chill runs down my spine and I suddenly feel the air shift in the bathroom I have a really bad feeling something about to happen.

I have to get out of here.

I try to walk but Kendrick gets in my way and I try to move again but he blocks me. I glare at him and he chuckles "Don't be a brat Josephine, I just want to talk." He mockingly says smirking.

Keep your cool Jo.

Be strong!

Everything is going to be okay.

I repeat these words over and over in my head even though I already somehow know what he's planning to do to me here in the restroom.

He turns me around and bends my body over the sick. His hands grip my waist and I thrash in his body but he grabs my wrists and with one hand and he grips my waist with his other hand.

I whimper from the pain of the uncomfortable position I'm in and from his hand holding my wrists tightly. Silent tears roll down my eyes I've suffered so much pain the last few months but nothing is about to compare to what he's about to do to me.