Loved

Gone.

Jasmine's pov;
I got out of the shower and looked in the mirror. Cuts and bruises covered my body. The baby, we'll I guess is gone. The amount of times he hit me in my stomach was too many times to count. I look disgusting. I haven't felt this way for a long time. I cried into my hands.

Maybe I deserved this? Maybe the world is sick of me being happy? Maybe I'm just suppose to have a crappy life? I don't even see why Justin is still with me. I mess up everything.

"Baby, unlock the door"

"No Justin, I just want to be alone"

"Baby, what's wrong? Talk to me"

"I just want to be alone" I raised my voice. He walked away.

I feel absolutely horrible about my self. I looked into the corner seeing a sharp razor. I walked over and looked down at it. I breathed deeply.

You're disgusting. You're revolting. Why would anyone want you? You deserve to be hurt. You deserve to be hurt. You're ugly, fat, disgusting. Everyone hates you,  even Justin. He married you because he felt bad for you. Do it. Cut yourself. Do it. You deserve it. Pick up that razor. Do it.

I done as I was told. I cut one, two, three, four, five. I kept going till my whole arm was gushing with blood. I looked in the mirror again.

You deserved that.

Justin's pov;
"I just want to be left alone" she raised her voice. I walked away. I laid down on the bed and started thinking.

How is she gonna cope?

I just want to go into the bathroom and hug her forever. I walked into my babies room seeing them playing with each other. 4years old. There getting so old and now their going I have a new brother or sister. I smiled.

I walked back to the bathroom door.

"Baby, can I come in? Please?" I got no answer. "Jasmine?" I banged on the door. "Jasmine" I shouted. I kicked the door open to see Jasmine laying in the floor. Blood gushing from her belly and her arm. I rushed over to Jasmine and picked her up putting her on our bed. I picked up my phone and dialled 911. "I need an ambulance now!!"

I paced up and down when they knocked on my door. They raced upstairs putting her on a gurney and rushed to her to the hospital. I got into my black Range Rover with Dawson and Katerina and followed behind.

-hospital.
I called Francesca asking her if she could look after the babies again. I explained to her what happened and she agreed. She took them back to her house. I said I would ring her when I found out anything.

I sat in the same seat for hours. My back stared aching, but I didn't care. Doctors and nurses kept running in and out of her room, which made me panic. I just wanted to go into her room tell her everything's gonna be alright and cuddle her. Why did she cut herself? And why was bleeding from her belly? I hope she's okay.

Jasmine's pov;
I was sitting on my bed doing my homework when my mum walked in.

"Mummy!!" I hugged her.

"How was work" she kissed my forehead. "It was great darling, how was school?"

"It was amazing. I met an amazing boy, his names Justin. He just moved to our school and we talked about everything" I smiled. "That's great Jasmine, so when do I get to meet this great boy?"

"He's coming over soon."
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"JASMINE"

"JASMINE" I looked up to see Justin. I cried so hard. I miss her so much. "Jasmine what happened?" I hugged her.

"I just-I just started thinking. I deserve this"

"Jasmine, don't ever say that again, you don't deserve this. You never have and you never ever will deserve this. I love you, your babies love you. Your the most amazing women in my life. I don't know what I do without you. Please don't ever scare me like that again. I thought I lost you" tears fell from his eyes.

"I just lost myself. Luke just made me feel like I am nothing. But what about the baby?" A doctor came in.

"I have some good and bad news. Good news is that Jasmine is going to be fine and the bad news is you have lost your baby" my heart dropped. This is the worst news ever. I hate Luke. Why would he do this to me. I cried in Justin's arms. I could feel his tear fall down my arm. I looked up at Justin.

"Baby, it will be fine. I promise" I said kissing his cheek. he got up and walked away. Where's he going? My heart shattered. I'm so sorry.

This is all my fault.