Sex dealer

thirty-eight

I wake up screaming with sweat covering my forehead and hot tears running down my face.

"Baby, baby calm down. You're alright now, you're alright." Blake shushes me and squeezes my hand that he was holding.

I stop screaming and I stare at his face.

Blake.

He's here, in person, he exists.

I don't say anything for a good ten seconds, just stare at him.

"Is this is a dream?" I whisper.

"No, princess. I don't think it is." Blake shakes his head at me.

I reach out to him and he moves closer for me.

I cup his cheek in my hand, sighing in relief when I feel his skin against mine.

"I had the worst dream while I was passed out." I tell him.

"Wanna talk about it?" Blake asks me softly.

I shake my head.

"I'd rather not." I answer.

The dream is already starting to fade away and I couldn't be happier about it.

I'm staring blankly at the plain white wall when my gaze lands on my stomach which seems somewhat smaller than before.

"What about the babies?" I ask in a low voice. "How are they doing?"

Blake looks at me sadly, nervously chewing his lip.

"Blake, tell me!" I demand, my right hand rubbing my stomach.

"One of them didn't make it." He answers me, avoiding eye contact.

I sigh deeply, feeling the stab of pain in my heart.

I feel as though I may cry any moment but my eyes seem to have forgotten how to.

I've been hurt too much for this to damage me further.

Still, a few tears snake their way down my face.

I sniff sadly.

"Where are-" I start off saying but the door swings open and Justin, Camilla, Lilly and Jake walk in as if in cue.

I was just about to ask Blake where they were.

"See, I told you she'd be okay," Lilly says to Blake. "My bitch is a fighter."

She sits down on a chair to my right.

"How you doing?" She asks me.

"How do you think?" I ask her.

She sighs and looks at me sadly.

"Yeah, that's exactly how." I tell her.

I look at Blake.

"When am I dismissed from here?" I ask him.

He looks at me and frowns.

"Lift up your top and look at the wound." He instructs me.

I shrug and lift up my top, looking down at the wound on the left side of my stomach.

I gasp and drop my top straight away, closing my eyes.