- 3 days later -
You stood infront of the hospital door and took a deep breath. Its been 3 days since the incident. You had several minor bruises and cuts from the accident. It didn't bother you because your use to being hurt , and having scars. You walked in the hospital and went to the front desk . " Hi, I was wondering can you tell me what room Chresanto August is in. Im his wife Natasha August". The lady looked up from her papers, and continued writing. She then turned to the computer and began typing. "The system says that he has a visitor, and there can be nomore than 1 person back there" She said. She got up and left the desk. You reached over and turned the computer screen to see his room number. "Room 143" You thought to yourself. You took the elevator up ; You walked up to the door and took a deep breath. "Lord .. I know I said some hurtful things.. But this man is all I got. I know our relationship hasn't been the best, But im willing to make it work" . You knocked on the door. No answer. You knocked again , But harder. Still, No answer. You began walking away , but heard the door open. An unfamiliar face walked out of the room . "May I help you" The lady said. You slowly turned her way . "I'm sorry , maybe I got the wrong room.. I'm looking for my husband Chresanto" . You pressed the button for the elevator to open up. "This is the right room.. But you don't belong here" She said. You clenched your teeth. "Excuse me" You said. "Your the reason he's in this position, you wanted this to happen to him. You don't give a damn about Chresanto." You felt tears coming. You dropped your purse and began walking towards the room. "Who are you to tell me where I belong, and that its MY fault he's here ? " You yelled . "Who am I ? HA, im Chresanto baby mama" She said as she rubbed her big, round belly. You quickly ran to the elevator , as the door closed you fell to the floor crying.
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Love & Abused
FanfictionYou and Your husband Chresanto August has been married for 12 years . Those was the best 1O years of your life. Wondering why I said 1O and not 12 ? Well , the last two years you've been gettin beat by him . Every small thing turns into a physical f...