Taboo: Bittersweet Revenge (Sequel)

Miscarriage of Justice

.... 3 hours later....

The pool of blood circulates under me. The white porcelain tiles were stained from the thick liquid. My eyes widened in horror, my heart rate began soaring skyward as I unsuccessfully attempt to wipe the blood with a towel. I can feel my eyes stinging from the redness as fresh tears mixed with dry tears to stiffen my cheeks. THIS ISNT HAPPENING! I MUST BE DREAMING!

"Noah? Are you in here?" I hear a voice from the opposite side of the bathroom door. But I leave them with no reply. I was in a state of complete shock that my brain couldn't even register who exactly the person was. But I wasn't too focused on that. I turn my hands over to see my palms, drenched in my blood.

The person knocks on the door a couple of times but I'm still unresponsive. "Come on, open up. I'm here for you if want you talk about it" he explains but I don't take in his words. It seemed I had canceled out everything around me and all I could focus on was endless blood flowing out of me.... "Come on, don't shut me out", he begs.

He knocks again, this time wiggling the locked doorknob. I remain silence, except for the many sobs I tried to fight back but to no avail. I figured he'd go away if I don't respond so that's exactly what I did. I manage to drag my sore body only a couple feet away to the towel rack. I reach my arms out and tug on the towel, causing the rack to give way and fall to the ground away from my reach. A loud thud echoed out as the metal crashed onto the tiles.

"What was that noise? Open this door, Noah!" He demands. He wiggles the locked door handle anxiously until his excessive barging stops and there is a brief moment of silence. All I could hear was the sound of my frantic breathing, nothing else. But that moment ended as soon as he busted the door wide open and the hinges flew off.

I keep my gaze down, not wanting to look him in the eyes. He bends down next to me, disregarding his blood stained shoes. I begin to scrub the tiles more vigorously this time and with each stroke I feel my body become completely empty inside. I scrub faster and faster until I feel Austin's hands stop me.

He grabs hold of the top of my hands, preventing me from using it. I look up at Austin through watery eyes for a split second. I tug harder at the towel but he wouldn't let go. That's all it took for me to lose any shred of control left in me. I cry out hysterically, pounding my fists into his chest until my finally break down in sobs. He brings my head closer to his chest and he attempts to comfort me. His warm arms embrace me in a much needed hug.

That form of human contact meant my worst nightmare is now a reality, I wasn't dreaming. He knew exactly what was wrong with me. He didn't have to say a damn word for me to realize what had just happened. Everything around me became eerily silent, so quiet that I could even hear the thump of my own heartbeat. The only other thing I could here was the sound of my deafening screams.

I had miscarried for the 3rd time.....

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If there was ever a moment where I was completely emotionless and speechless, it would be now. The warmth of my bed did little to consolidate me. This moment felt so surreal. I refused to believe what had just happened. It seems that having something normal in my life isn't in the cards for me.

There was a strange feeling circulating around my body, my heart went completely numb hours ago, and I would prefer it numb than to feel what I did the last time I miscarried. My tears had dried out, making my cheeks stiff.

I hear the bedroom door creek open, and I get a whiff of that familiar cologne. I hear his shoes click against the floor as he approaches the bed and sits on the edge. My back stays lying towards him. Because I knew if I caught a glimpse of him, I would loose all self control. He was the last person I wanted to see after tonight.