Tainted Redemption

Chapter fifty-three

Robin's POV

There's coldness surrounding my inconsolable soul everywhere I go, look at.

There's coldness in my step, way of holding myself, of waking up and coming to see her.

A mist of rain washed my face and hair, it was humid all day but the weather changed.

I don't even have Livy to feel better. Ever since she's living with that scum, she never thinks about calling or just meeting me. I know I shouldn't be dependable on my own child, but I have no one else beside of her.

My brother tries his best to be a shoulder for me to lean on, even Claire's mother is helping me throughout the day.

But how can someone overcome this pain I feel? I wanted to have certainty, to know that she would wake up.

I had just ended my shift, taking the familiar road back to the hospital. She's the only person I can turn to even if she's sleeping...

My eyes skirt around the place, until I froze on the spot after entering the hospital.

Undoubtedly I see my daughter in the arm's of the criminal that would never do her justice or be on the same level as her, right when I at least expected it.

They're in the middle of the hall, not caring about what others might think. Almost a normal sight to the world.

She looked so happy that it's sickening to watch. Not because I didn't like seeing my own child happy, I only couldn't comprehend what she saw in that low life. She deserves so much better than a scrupulous man that manipulates her with empty promises. I was a firm believer that criminals never change. It would only take time for her to realize this too.

The more I stared at this sight, my stomach churned, it's unsettling. This is one thing I couldn't save her from, I failed as a father. Who would want for their kid to bear a child this young to no other but a gangster? What added to my disdain, I was a policeman. It's things like these I have to prevent from happening every day, out there but couldn't stop it from becoming a bitter reality to me.

It's like having a knife stabbed again and again in the same wound seeing this before me. I wouldn't escape this.

Yet I wished it would find an end.

Since I didn't want for us to encounter, I quickly round on spot and take the other hall, waiting for them to leave. I did this so no other fight could break because I didn't want to make her feel sadness from me. Furthermore I wouldn't want to make her feel uncomfortable, or she might feel coerced to greet me. On the other hand I know I couldn't help myself with wanting to remind that twat where he belongs to, I'd feel tempted to provoke him again. It's his face, the way he looks at her that makes my blood boil, not to talk about all the other times I saw him putting his hands over her as if he owns her. So it's only plausible for me to avoid them.

Quite enraged, I take the elevator to the third floor. It's well past visitor's time but I had a special permission since she used to work here. My feet tap and I felt my fists curl and unclench to release tension.

Once I'm before 568 room, I took a deep breath at how now I can't even meet my daughter without feeling guilty or like I'm bothering her.

At first I thought he'd grow tired of proving a point to me, I doubt he loves her as he claims he does, but as time went he made it worse. He ruined her life. I stand by that thought as she's too young to perceive this the way I do.

I tried to understand, tried my best to not blame her or the baby, it's not like I wasn't willing to accept this, it's him I couldn't accept.

Walking inside I hear the beeps of the machines draped around her... Everything else fades from my mind for a little while, the rage, tension, all gone.