Raped

Chapter 13: For You

ELLA

I slowly start to open my eyes. The pain i felt in my stomach was unbearable. I look down at my stomach. What happened? Where are they?

I look over to see Grayson asleep as he held my hand. Ethan was sitting on my other side on his phone.

"What happened?" I try to ask but my throats hurts.

"Oh my god you're awake" he stands up and runs outside.

A few seconds later appears a lady doctor with a smile on her face.

"I need you and your brother to leave" she says to Ethan.

He looks at her confused but goes to wake Grayson.

"We have to go" he tells him as Grayson slowly starts to open his eyes.

"What?" His voice is raspy likes he's been asleep forever.

"She's awake but we need to go" Ethan tells him as he pulls on his hand.

He looks over to me with sad eyes. I don't want to see him. I don't want to see either of them. He gets up and they both walk out the door closing it behind them.

"How are you feeling?" She says as she checks my monitor.

"Where's my twins?" I ask.

"Do you remember what happened?"

"Where are my babies?" I say in a low and serious tone.

"You were in a car crash. We had to do an emergency C-section or else they could've died they are in incubators as we speak" she replies.

I lay my head back and let go a breath that I felt I was holding in. As long as they are okay I'm fine.

"I want to see them"

"You're still recovering from the crash, you will need at least a few wee-"

"I need to see them now" I demand with a harsh voice.

"I'll see what I can do"

"How bad is the pain?"

"I feel like I got hit by a bus then stabbed" I sigh.

"I'll up your antibiotics dose for now" she smiles.

"What genders are they?" I ask as she starts to turn around to leave.

"A boy and a girl" she smiles as she leaves.

A boy and girl. I guess I'll have to name them. I smile as a tear rolls down my cheek. I am going to protect them with all that I have. Even if it means I have nothing but my life and love for them. I'll always love them. What should I name them?

I start to rerun all the names I had read from tons of baby book names. Christian and Christina. The same names my parents had given me and my older brother. It's the only thing I have left of them. Christian Hernandez Braille and Christina Ella Braille.

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I am finally going to be able to see them. Today. I need to see them. I need to make sure they're okay. I walk slowly to the incubator barely being able to bare the pain. They are so small. I look closer to take a look.

My heart immediately drops. Christina's eyes were eyes I recognized to easily. She looks so beautiful and pure. But the eyes. I had my doubts and that's exactly what came true. Grayson is their father. No matter how many times I wish he was isn't, he is.

Christian and Christina were one of two solid evidences that I had against Cameron. I seep to the floor as tears stream from my eyes. I know what I have to do now. I can't let that bastard hurt my kids thinking they are his. I'd rather die before I'd let anything happen to them.

I pull myself together and wipe away my tears. I place my hand on the incubators.

"I love you, I always will" I say knowing they don't understand what I'm saying.

I make my way back to my room and start to change into clothes that had been brought to me by Ethan. He told me he'd be back within the hour with Grayson. That's why I have to leave before they get here.

I quickly change trying to ignore the sharp pains coming from my stomach and hips. Pulling my hair into a tight ponytail I search for my phone. It's nearly 5 pm.

I grab a paper and pencil. I start to write exactly how I felt and what I am going to do. He'd read it after I'd leave. He won't come looking after me as I leave him the perfect reason not too.

I get my phone as I leave the note standing up on top of the bed. I walk out hoping no one will notice me. I make my way to the elevator going all the way to the bottom. I walk straight through the front doors with no one even realizing I left.

As I make my way out police start to go inside. They are looking for me. I make my way past them while they don't notice me. I make my way down the street and whistle for a taxi. I get in as soon as it stops in front of me.

"Take me to Wells Fargo"

He nods and starts to drive down 42nd street.

I sit there as I stare out of the window. I have to leave everything behind to make sure my children grow up loved not scared of someone that hurt me. I need them to be safe. That's why I have to do this. That's exactly why I have to leave them. Not forever. But for awhile. I place my palm onto the window.

"This is for you."