Storm and Grace

I Keep My Promises

Jen's POV

I looked up at the ceiling. Tears falling down my face. I was alone in that hospital room.

A hospital room. This was the second time I had been placed in a hospital by the same monster. Only this time, I had lost so much. I had lost two babies. I would have been a mother of two by now.

He had violated me. He had tortured me. He had killed my spirit. And I had no intention of living. I had nothing.

"Ms. Hernandez," the nurse approached me. "You haven't touched your dinner."

"I'm not hungry," I sniffed.

"You have to eat," the nurse gave me a sad look. "You have to get better otherwise we won't be able to discharge you."

I said nothing. The tears not stopping.

"Would you like me to bring something else?" she continued. "What do you like? What are you craving?"

"I'm not gonna eat," I shook my head. "I don't want to live."

The nurse seemed shocked. She blinked and then calmly grabbed the trait of food. "You're so young," she began. "You may not see it now but you have everything to live for."

I silently wept but didn't respond.

I had nothing.

Johnny's POV

I walked out of the waiting room and began to make my way into Jen's room. I almost bumped into one of the nurses.

"Mr. Depp," the nurse sighed. She seemed relieved to see me. She was holding a trait with food that was untouched. I frowned and looked at her. "Ms. Hernandez refuses to eat. I've tried to convince her but she just lays in the bed and cries."

I felt as if someone grabbed my heart and began to squeeze and drain the blood from it.

"She didn't even taste the food?" I asked.

"No," she shook my head. "She said that she wasn't hungry and that she wanted to die."

This couldn't be happening. I felt my heart began to race. Jen was the strongest person I knew. I couldn't believe that she wanted to give up. Within a second, I felt as if I was on the verge of a panic attack. I had to talk to her. I had to make her see that she was my everything. And that I needed her.

"I'll talk to her," I nodded at the nurse.

She nodded and I almost ran into Jen's room.

There she was, laying on that bed. She was looking up at the ceiling. I could hear her crying. What remained of my heart was slowly breaking into a million pieces.

I had to be strong for her. I had to show her that we were a team. I mustered all of the courage I had and began to walk towards her.

"Baby," I called out. She stopped crying and looked at me.

My Jen. My baby. My everything.

I gave her a small smile and gently held her face with my hands. "What's wrong, baby?"

She looked at me and her lip began to quiver. She then began to sob.

I wanted to let my guard down and cry along with her. I wanted to crumble. I wanted to give up and allow myself to be vulnerable. But I couldn't. She needed me to be strong. And I needed her in my life.

"Hey, shhh," I said kissing her forehead. "It's gonna be okay, baby."

I leaned in and placed my forehead with hers and I allowed her to cry. All I could do was be patient and allow her to feel.