"The Caregiver and the Mob Boss (pt.2)"
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Avelina has always cared for those who can't care for themselves. With a baby on the way, and a man who can't stand her, she has to still find a way to put herself first.
Adrik cares for Avelina. Avelina car...
"It's hard to turn the page when you know someone won't be in the next chapter, but the show must go on." —Thomas Wilder
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HE WAS HEARTBREAK dressed as the love of her life. He was only a lesson that taught her not to trust every single person she met. That her dreams should always come first before any man. That there was no significance in waiting for the perfect day, the right moment, or the perfect person because perfection will never come.
She wanted to say that she was getting over Adrik Zolotov, but it'd be a lie. However, Avelina had faith that one day she would look up into the sky again and smile. That the innocence of the world still held more value than the darkness.
She knew that her happiness would come, but it would only find her if she let go of the heartbreak sitting on the bed right in front of her.
"What... what are you doing here? How—" Avelina paused.
The tears were coming, but the last thing she wanted was for him to see how ruined she was because of him. It was pathetic how he would spend his time with models while she carried around a baby and depression.
Adrik shot her in the chest without using a weapon at all. He laughed in her face even when they never spoke a word. He told her over and over again that he hated her every second of everyday and she could hear it even in the loneliest of hours. Every single minute since Adrik left, all Avelina could do was drown in disappointment and misery over being used and cast away like nothing.
Adrik stood up from the bed, rooting Avelina in her spot. She was pressed against the door with her hand on the door knob in case she needed to quickly run away. Her eyes were locked onto his, and as he stood up, her neck craned up to follow him.
There was an extra thump to her heartbeat when he began to cautiously take a few steps toward her.
"I called your doctor," Adrik said. He took another step.
Avelina could feel a tear trail down her neck, proving her discombobulation. Her mind begged him to stay away, but her heart wanted him closer. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of any emotions that would provoke her into running into the arms of a man that ruined her with no empathy or compassion.
"He said you did not want to know the gender, so I refrained from asking," he continued. Another step.
He was so close. Too close. Avelina could smell the cologne following a familiar path through her nose.
"Twenty-eight weeks," he stated.
Adrik reached out and placed his palm on Avelina's belly. The contact was enough to pull her out of shock as she slapped his hand away.
"Get away from me!" she exclaimed. He took a couple of steps back, but he wasn't giving her as much space as she wanted.
"Avelina, I am taking you home with me. There are bags under your eyes that were not there before. It is a sign of stress and tiredness. Your skin is paler than ever, and your doctor mentioned that you should be eating more. I can take care of you," he said, attempting to reach for her belly again, but Avelina slapped his hand away.
