He's a Prince. She's a journalist.
They have a complicated relationship. More like he's into her but she hates his guts.
He needs to behave. She needs to let loose.
He's interested in her because she's the last girl interested in him.
Both of them n...
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I want to run behind him, to let him know that I'm an idiot, that I should have said something, that whatever he thinks is going on, it's not there, but it's like my body literally crumbles. A sharp pain bursts from inside my belly. It's so strong that I fold in pain. My legs are shaking as I make my way to the nearest thing I can lay my hands on. I manage to sit down and even though the physical pain is very strong, it's nothing compared to how I feel inside.
I love Mark; I do.
I just didn't want to hurt him, and I made it worse.
Tears are streaming down my cheeks as the pain subsides. Smoke comes out of the oven and the alarm starts off.
For fuck's sake.
Taking a deep breath, I step towards the kitchen to take out the lasagna I'd cooked. Mark's wine bottle is there, and a sob comes out of my mouth as I turn off the oven and try to spread the smoke with a kitchen towel. When the alarm finally goes off, I get my phone and dial Mark.
The phone rings once, twice, many times and he doesn't answer me. Of course. Why would he? I just broke his heart by being the most idiotic person ever.
With trembling hands, I type him a text:
I'm very sorry. Please talk to me. I can explain everything.
But of course he doesn't answer me once more.
I deserve this. I know I do.
The ache in my belly is still there, so I take a painkiller and call it a night, hoping that if I give Mark some space, he'll calm down. Right now, I'm the last person he wants to see. I know because I feel so disappointed in myself too. I manage to walk to my bed and as soon as my head touches the pillow; I hug my knees in a fetal position. I'm so tired and as I close my eyes, while still tearing up. It doesn't last long; I fall asleep a moment later.
My eyes flutter open before the sunrise. I feel weird; the cramps are still there, so I try to stand up to go to the bathroom but the moment I move, I feel that something is not right.
My clothes feel damp. I turn on the light and my whole body freezes as I stare at my hand.
It's bloody.
I look down my legs and there's blood everywhere.
My heart is going so fast that it seems as if it's about to explode. A shiver runs down my spine. I call the emergency line and I have the urge to call Mark, but I don't.
I send Emily a text before darkness engulfs me.
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