April 26, 2013
"He's busy again?" I tried to sound angry, but I was way too exhausted. It's not like I expected anything else anyway. We only talk for days at a time, and it feels like he just calls me because he has to. The voice on the other side of the line didn't respond, only letting out a deep sigh before hanging up on me.
It's been the same thing for so long. I'd call every day, only to be greeted with a "he's busy" or "he's doing a gig". They wouldn't even let me leave a message. I noticed a pattern in his behavior, too. He'd only respond on Thursdays. Other than that, nothing. It's been a month since he left Japan, and he didn't think of sending me a picture of the cherry blossoms like he promised... Am I overreacting?
My hand gently rubbed my bump. Two more months until I'd pop these little ones out, and two more weeks until I get to see the father of my children again. We'd finally be a happy family, right?
I stood up slowly, placing a hand on my stomach again. "Okay, Kat." I murmured to myself. "Time for a bath. It always took me more than ten minutes to get from the living room to the bathroom without any help. I basically had no friends or family, and Abel was, well, not here. So I'll just have to tough it out. "You're doing good babe." I whispered as an encouragement to myself.
Slowly, I walked up the stairs and to the bathroom without slipping, managed to take my clothes off before stepping into the tub.
Before I knew it, my head hit the side of the tub, and there was blood everywhere.
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"Ms. Petronova, please..." The doctor tried to reason with me as I screamed and threw a nearby vase to the hospital wall. My wrist bled from me ripping out where my IV was inserted. I was hysterical, sobbing and gasping while snot dribbled from my nostrils. Hands gripped my arms and a needle was stuck into my forearm, but I couldn't stop screaming. The pain and grief was too strong, it consumed me and drove me insane.
My twins, my two lovely daughters, were gone...
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goddamnit abel, if you didnt leave maybe u coulda saved ya girl and ya kids - dani
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Remedy // The Weeknd
Fanfictionrem·e·dy (ˈremədē) verb - set right (an undesirable situation). "by the time a problem becomes patently obvious, it may be almost too late to remedy it" Katya is broken. Abel tears himself apart to fix the mess he made.
