Rebelle House

24. Messing Up Is All I Know.

9 weeks later

Shaking my leg out of anxiety, we're waiting for the test results to come back letting us know who's the dad.

I gave the doctor Chad's number so while we're all gathered in front of it in the kitchen, someone knocks on the Jorn's front door.

Daniel answers it but only a package is left.

Paul is about to go over to him until the small box explodes making Daniel fly back into the house as it starts to catch fire.

Will runs towards Daniel and someone throws something into the house having it explode again.

"What the fuck?!" Chad says as debris drifts through the air from the wall and ceiling breaking.

Men come from the back door now dragging me away having the Jorn's distracted enough not to realize I was being taken.

"Fuck off me!" I try grabbing onto the kitchen counter but they punch my stomach, having me gasp in pain, letting my hands slip off the surface.

Chad sees running after me covering his mouth with his arm but it's too late as they stuff me in a van speeding off.

Lightheaded, I was in and out from the smoke I inhaled and the punch they landed in my gut.

Now being tied up, I hear them speak in some type of language I haven't heard before.

Ten more minutes and I was brought to some abandoned house near the Rebelle House.

Stopping the van, they get me out only for me to see Ronan smoking a cigar.

"Thanks lads," He pays them then has me sit up in a chair that he had there.

I coughed feeling nauseated but he just scoffs.

"Fucking pathetic little whore. We could have been something special. I left Juniper for you. I fixed your issues. What do I get? A fucking abomination growing in your crackish womb."

My wrist stinging from me trying to get out of them, he notices chuckling.

"You know I have a rule. Seems like everyone does when trying to hide their crazy," Bending down looking at my face, he grabs his cigar and pushes it into my arm, "It's not a syringe, won't get you high, but you'll enjoy the pain right?"
Pressing it more I grit my teeth trying not to scream.

He nods, "Won't scream? I'll fucking make you."

(Trigger warning - this scene contains extreme physical violence and miscarriage)

Now kicking the chair over having me land to the floor, my head starts aching as it hits the floorboards of the house.

"I'll give you something to scream about," Grabbing my hair, he forces his tongue into my mouth as my hands are tied behind my back.

As soon as he got more comfortable I bit down on his tongue not letting go until I ripped it enough to have it bleed.

Now seeing a hammer a few feet away, he gets up grabbing it only having one goal.

Speed walking towards me he swings back then forward, having the hammer hit my stomach.

He does it a few more times having blood actually start to run down my legs.

In inconceivable pain I just hoped to fall unconscious but he keeps me up ranting about me being a waste of his time.

"I was going to give you a better life...a dream life. But you couldn't see that. You never did. Fucking waste you were Ayla. A lousy fuck too."

Cackling low, I shook my head, "You mother fucker..."

Wiping his mouth as his tongue is torn up having blood leak, he now grabs my face shoving it into the ground.

"Want to blame my behavior on me? Blame it on you. You made me this way! You did this! You caused me to snap!"

Too many things were happening that I didn't notice he was suddenly off me and a gun shot rang out only for a ringing noise to be rattling in my ears.

Blood splatter onto me but I'm lying on the ground already knowing the worst had happened.

I actually lost the baby.

Wasn't for certain until I went to the hospital but I knew deep down...I just knew.

All I could feel was someone cutting the rope off my wrists and feet.

"Ayla," They said but I was so disoriented that I just ended up knocking out completely.

Days later

Gasping awake, my heart racing, eyes flickering, I see I'm back in a hospital bed with a nurse there and doctor ready to help me.

"You've been out for a few days. Your friends went to freshen up. They'll be back soon. Anyways, I'm doctor Gale, this is my nurse Tara. You had gone into a kind of shock. Whole body shut down after the miscarriage you suffered. My condolences."

Dry throat, trying to speak, the nurse hands me water.

I took a few sips then said, "Who was the dad? The results...I was supposed to.."

The doctor flips through the chart he had and says, "A Will Jorn, 99.9% match."

My heart sank, my anxiety spiked and pain followed all along with both.

"Fuck—I—" Holding myself, I now look down not even taking a look at my stomach.

"We had to scrape the rest out as it became dangerous for your health. If you were to have another in the future it could be difficult."

I stopped the doctor from saying more and just asked, "Have another what? Baby?"

The doctor nods, "Yes, it'll be difficult. I'm sorry."

Hearing whatever was left to be said, both doctor and nurse leave.

Now lifting my gown I see the black and blues all over.

I slowly put it back down feeling tears drop one by one until I was full of wailing.

Everything keeps being taken from me.

My innocence. My life. My baby.

What's left for me? What's actually left?

Getting up looking into the bathroom mirror, I see the little girl I once was dying inside.

She wanted out and I was really willing to grant that for her.

Not waiting for anyone to come back, I find whatever I could in lost and found, sneak out the back exit, heading straight to Rebelle House.

If I wanted to right my wrongs, there was only one place I could have it done.