As soon as dawn began, the clock struck twelve o'clock. She looked at the ceiling without any purpose looking for something that would really make her want to move forward besides her
brother of course.
"Don't be an idiot... Don't be an idiot"
It was the same time, also the same day, although approximately two years had passed and the bitter feeling was still there. She closed her eyes in search of calm, something to dull the pain that his heart held, but she couldn't fight those feelings, she couldn't beat the painful memory.
Her hands touched the beginning of her belly over her pajamas. She bit his lower lip hard, looking for a distraction, but nothing worked. She still remembered everything that happened that night, her legs trembled and her breathing began to fail, she was panicking like every April
22 Irina re-lived that. How he lost her son and how little love ended with her marriage.
-Damn Phillip...- She muttered with pain, opening her eyes. She really knew she had nothing to
gain from it.
Cursing her ex-husband was something stupid but that was her way of venting all the hatred she harbored. Sighing with quiet annoyance thanks to the lack of sleep, she slowly got out of bed. She needed something strong to drink, not an occasional glass of water. She approached the nightstand taking some of her painkillers and without hesitation took three to calm her nerves. She needed a break although the feeling would return when she woke up. That's why she took the bottle of whiskey from her nightstand and opened it without hesitation, taking a long, pure drink.
She let out a small grunt at that reckless action, wondering how he got to that point
"These are the consequences of my decisions."
This time she blamed herself for everything she could remember. Lying on the bed like a sack of
potatoes, going back to the beginning looking at the bare ceiling
-If only I hadn't chosen your money...- she muttered while forcedly smiling.
She remembered the things she decided. How she always turned her back on her mother because
of her lack of affection. At least her little sister hadn't left her, she was still at her side after
everything.
<< -Phillip... Help!- She screamed with all her might as she felt a strong pressure on her belly. Her screams can be heard from outside while she began to cry from pain and helplessness.
No matter how hard she fought, she couldn't protect her baby.>>
Her heart shook, while some small tears appeared in Irina's eyes. She touched her belly quite melancholic, wishing she hadn't been so weak at that moment. Wishing she could have met her
baby
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RandomHer hands trembled slightly while Aron's eyes were on her body, which made her feel nervous, somewhat guilty about what had happened, so much so that it made her doubt that it is not natural. He never thought about using a weapon, much less in front...
