Heart Broken ( Xicheng FF )

Part -6

"Jiang Cheng tried to go outside the room, but Xichen suddenly appeared and grabbed his hands, holding them tightly against the wall. 'Where are you going?' he growled, his eyes blazing with anger."

"Xichen grasped Jiang Cheng's hand and pulled him back inside the room, his grip firm. 'You can't go anywhere,' he said, his voice low and commanding. He pushed Jiang Cheng onto the bed,  Jiang Cheng holding his belly as he fell on the bed.

"Xichen's voice was cold and menacing. 'If you try to leave, I'll abort the baby.' Jiang Cheng's eyes widened in terror as he clutched his belly tightly. 'No, you can't do this!' he begged, his voice cracking with desperation. Xichen's expression remained unforgiving, oblivious to the fact that Jiang Cheng was carrying twin babies, a secret he had kept hidden."

"'Ok, fine. I won't go,' Jiang Cheng conceded, his voice laced with defeat.

Xichen's grip on Jiang Cheng's wrist relaxed slightly, his eyes still blazing with intensity. 'Good,' he said, his voice low and controlling. 'You'll stay here, where it's safe.' Jiang Cheng nodded, his eyes cast down, his mind racing with thoughts of escape and freedom. 'I'll stay,' he whispered, his voice barely audible, his heart heavy with resentment."

Days turned into weeks, and Jiang Cheng's confinement only grew more suffocating. Xichen's grip on his life tightened, controlling every aspect of his existence. The physical and emotional toll began to show, as Jiang Cheng's health started to deteriorate.

One day, as Xichen's physical abuse escalated, Jiang Cheng felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He clutched his belly, crying out in agony. "It hurts!" he gasped, tears streaming down his face.

Xichen's expression remained cruel, his eyes devoid of empathy. "You're just trying to manipulate me," he sneered, his voice laced with malice.

But Jiang Cheng's pain was real, and he knew it was a sign that his body was failing him.

Jiang Cheng's sobs only grew louder, his body shaking with anguish. Xichen's face twisted in disgust, and he spat out the words: "Just shut up and stop crying! You're so weak."

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Xichen turned and walked away, leaving Jiang Cheng alone in his misery. The silence that followed was deafening, punctuated only by Jiang Cheng's ragged sobs.

As the minutes ticked by, Jiang Cheng's cries slowly subsided, replaced by a numb sense of despair. He lay there, his body broken and his spirit crushed, feeling the darkness closing in around him.

In that moment, he knew he had to find a way to escape, or risk losing himself forever to Xichen's cruelty. But for now, he was alone and adrift in a sea of pain and fear.

After some time, Xichen emerged from the bathroom and was met with a chilling sight. Jiang Cheng lay motionless, his body limp and weak, with a steady stream of blood trickling down from his lower abdomen. The crimson liquid pooled on the floor, a stark contrast to the pale skin that seemed to glow in the dim light.

Xichen's expression remained impassive, but his eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the scene before him. Jiang Cheng's eyes, glassy and unfocused, stared blankly into space, his face ashen and clammy. The air was heavy with the metallic scent of blood, and the silence was oppressive, punctuated only by Jiang Cheng's labored breathing.

Xichen's expression changed from indifference to shock as he took in the sight of Jiang Cheng's bleeding form. For a moment, he seemed frozen in place, his eyes fixed on the crimson stain spreading across the floor.

Jiang Cheng's eyes, sunken and weak, met Xichen's gaze, and for an instant, they locked in a silent understanding. Then, Xichen's face hardened, and he strode forward, his voice cold and detached.

"You're bleeding," he stated, his words devoid of concern. "You need to clean up."

Jiang Cheng's eyes dropped, his body trembling as he struggled to find the strength to move. Xichen's words were a harsh reminder that he was nothing more than a prisoner, a mere object to be used and discarded.

With a herculean effort, Jiang Cheng dragged himself to the bathroom, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Xichen watched, unmoved, as Jiang Cheng disappeared from view, the sound of retching and sobbing echoing through the silence.

A loud thud echoed from the bathroom, and Xichen's heart raced as he rushed towards the sound. He burst into the bathroom and found Jiang Cheng lying motionless on the floor, his body limp and his face deathly pale. Xichen's expression darkened as he knelt down beside him, his muscles tense with concern.

With a gentle yet firm grasp, Xichen lifted Jiang Cheng into his arms, cradling him like a child. He rose to his feet, his eyes fixed intently on Jiang Cheng's face, and carried him to the bed. As he laid him down, Xichen's tension was palpable, his body rigid with restrained emotion.

Jiang Cheng's eyes remained closed, his breathing shallow and labored, and Xichen's gaze lingered on his face, his expression a mix of worry and frustration. The air was heavy with tension as Xichen stood there, his eyes fixed on Jiang Cheng, his body coiled like a spring ready to snap.

Xichen quickly dressed Jiang Cheng in some clean clothes, his movements swift and efficient. He then lifted Jiang Cheng into his arms, cradling him with care. With a determined stride, Xichen carried Jiang Cheng out of the room and towards the car. He gently placed Jiang Cheng in the back seat, securing him with a seatbelt before getting in behind the wheel.

With a sense of urgency, Xichen drove to the hospital, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Jiang Cheng's condition seemed to be deteriorating by the minute, and Xichen's concern grew with each passing second. He pushed aside his own emotions and focused on getting Jiang Cheng the medical attention he so desperately needed.

As they arrived at the hospital, Xichen leapt out of the car and rushed to Jiang Cheng's side, lifting him into his arms once more. He burst through the emergency room doors, his voice firm and commanding as he called out for help. "I need a doctor, now!"