Doghouse |a rhekker fanfic

Endgame kind of love.

Hi! I'm really sad to say, but this is our last episode. I will publish a sequel, if you're curious, you can keep reading from there. However i seriously have no idea when i publish it because i'm exteremly busy. I'm really sorry, it was not my first choice to finish this book. Thank you all for coming so far, i hope you enjoyed my book, with love.

At Ava's place

Ava was 6 months old pregnant. They have had already decided for the names of for their babies when they learned their genders. Olivia and Violet Rhodes. But since Ava was pregnant, they had this marriage issue. It was never in Ava's plans to get married, even getting pregnant was not. But in her last pregnancy, she felt really bad when her baby died. All of these wasn't planned but she felt like she needed that baby, her life would be completed. However in her all life, she always dreamt of becoming a rich bad-ass girl who isn't married, have no kids and living her best life. But Connor was her weakness. Sometimes she felt like there was no love, and sometimes she felt like there wouldn't be their relationship without sexuality. After all, even though she got mad to herself, she would find the world in Connor's eyes. In every moment when she's looking to Connor, her heart would beat like it never did, her brain would turn itself off and she would let her heart talk. And it was like a dream, she was carriying her love's babies. Her baby bump was growing. But, there was a problem. When everything is perfect, always there's a problem ignored in that moment. And the problem was Ava and Connor. They were not perfect, even in their happiest moments, it always seemed like there was something wrong. Like they have never meant to be. It was hard, mostly Ava was the one who's fighting, that's why her body was full of bruises, that's why there was a huge suicide scar in her neck, a weight of carriying a relationship was too heavy for her, it was painfull. She was perfect, she was smart, she was a extraordinary surgeon who is incredibly successful in her carrier. But nothing was pink in the world. Her pretty face was only a mask covered with concealer. If you'd erase that makeup, all you would have would be tired eyes, and many scars. Just like the rest of her body. She was weak as she never was in her whole life, she was hurt. Maybe love was the world's best thing, but it wasn't for Ava. Connor and Ava was fighting most of the time, they had millions of dissagreements on their proffesion. But after all, even though we don't name it love, it was addictive. A smile, a cute word would be enough for Ava and Connor. If we see this relationship as a causal relationship, we could think that Connor is total asshole and Ava is a manupulative addicted girl. That was their mistake, they thought what they had was basic, easy and not challenging. But it was the right opposite, it was hard, painful, and it wasn't ordinary at all. However in the end, Connor was the both disease and the medication. Ava would end up crying for Connor but in the other hand she would only laugh because of Connor. That was what she was thinking before she would sleep, she was in pain and she was just staring at her celling and thinking. After a while, she fell asleep. And a hour later; Ava woke up at 3 a.m. in the morning and she went to her makeup vanity. In that morning, she wore more concealer than a burn victim, but it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough to cover her bruises. They were huge and they were looking like a team near her old bruises. Her body was like a gallery of special victims unit, she had a million kinds of rape scars. And yes, she was raped once again and Connor wasn't there. Her body was weaker now, the world was brutal enough for a pregnant woman to get raped. Ava was not the first pregnant woman who got raped and she was not the last, you know. But Ava was there just doing her makeup. She wasn't crying, to be honest, she wasn't feeling anything at all. She was like she was in auto-control. Her heart was not talking, her brain was not giving alerts to her. She was just like a robot. She just felt like she never deserve this, she just looked at the photo of Connor&her in the wallpaper of her phone and she countinue doing her makeup. All she did was to trying to get home with a taxi. After all, she was raped and she walked home. Let me tell you how this happend.