☆ Twenty-Three ☆

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I woke up but had another anxiety attack straight after that. He took me back to our hotel room and I still felt the guilt of hitting him.

"Hit me" I said. I wanted us to be equal. "I won't feel guilty anymore if you hit me" I said. I could see Lando looking at me and I could tell he didn't want to do it but he knew I needed it to pull myself together. He smacked me across my face and left a massive red mark on my cheek. The guilt went. But I felt as if I deserved more pain. I grabbed my knife from my pocket and I was going to go to the bathroom to cut myself but I felt Lando wrap his strong arms around me.

"No, you're not doing that! You don't need to hurt yourself. We'll find another way. Please, trust me" he said

"Lando!!!! let me do it!!!" I screamed. He held me even tighter

"No!! You're not gonna do this to yourself. I won't let you" he said. I lost control and turned around and smacked him again. I instantly regretted it and was panicking like crazy. Lando didn't retaliate at all. He just held me close. "I'm here, love. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not mad at you" he said. I was literally shaking in his arms and was crying like crazy. He laid me down on the floor as he knew I was going to have another anxiety attack. He knew I was going to pass out because of my breathing. I woke up about an hour later.

"everything is still spinning, Lan... why is everything spinning...?" I said as I opened my eyes.

"Because you're still shaking. Just keep breathing. I've got you" he said. I was going to pass out again.

"Lan... I'm gonna-" I said before passing out again. I woke up in the hospital. The one place I told him not to take me. He got in the bed with me and stroked my head. He knew that was the one thing that would always comfort me... it made me feel like a child getting the love it deserved. The love I didn't get growing up. I got put on anxiety and depression medications which were meant to be taken daily. The doctor then came in with a piece of paper and left. They obviously did some tests on me because I opened it and it said I was pregnant. I didn't get my hopes up at all.

"I've got a feeling about this one, Lena. I think this one will be different" he said as he put his hand on my stomach. I didn't believe that. I would only believe it if I got to a stage where I can hear the heartbeat.

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