"From the ashes, we shall rise"
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT , VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED
The second book of the tainted series, it can NOT be read as a stand-alone.
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Exhaustion was more of a feeling used to describe someone tired of being hurt, wanting the pain to stop so badly they would rather sleep off the pain. Because it was so unbearable that being asleep was better, and that's how it became more useful to being physically tired.
Sadly I was both.
No matter what I did - the pain just wouldn't stop in real life, meanwhile my dreams turned into nightmares. Causing me to be trapped within both of them, only thing I could do was lay here and just wait for at least something to happen. But the more I thought about it - the more I didn't want anything else to go down without my knowledge.
My mind can't help but think of running away, just leaving all of this behind. Only giving my number to Erica and Taylor, while Zayn and I lived somewhere else far from New York. The pain in this city just didn't seem to end, what did I have to do in order to catch a break? But it seemed like no one wanted me to be happy, even my own family. What more did they want from me?
A sigh left my lips as my hand ran over my abdomen, the small change bump causing me to wipe at the tears on my face. Even through all of this, I wasn't going to let anyone ruin my pregnancy. The lights flashing in the window from the thunder storm outside, allowing me to see it clearly. It's crazy how fast my body is changing, just to make room for this baby.
It was a little early for me to know the gender, but after getting blood work done in the hospital. The doctor announced it to me after he ran it certain tests, sad to say I was alone when I found out. But then maybe the news was meant for me to find out by myself, that way I had control over who would know.
Zayn obviously found out I was pregnant against my wishes, but telling him the gender was completely my decision. And I didn't care about who knew, that's why it was important to say it there. People were obviously going around behind my back, talking about certain things I didn't acknowledge. But the topic of my child was going to come from me, and no one is going to take that away.
A knock on the door made me shake off those thoughts, before sitting up comfortably in bed and pulling the sheets over my bare legs. My raspy voice spoke out, telling whoever it was to come in; The door creaked making me look up as Erica poked her head inside, I gave a brief nod for her to come all the way inside.
Erica smiled opening it all the way, concealing something from me behind her back. I raised my eyebrows at her confused, she giggled before moving her arm showing me a plate of food. Sitting down on my bed and placing it on the table, before cuddling up to me.
"How are you doing, mommy?" She teased, running a hand across my stomach. "Get any sleep?" Her voice soft almost like she was afraid the baby could hear her, and she'd wake him up.
I knew Erica would be mostly excited about this, she dealt with children most of the time as well. A couple of years ago she was talked about having kids, and not being able to wait for that time to come. Having that connection was something she'd want, because she missed her own mother. Even though I was mentally exhausted, having her being hopeful of this pregnancy was a breath of fresh air. Being able to share this experience was terrifying, but I also felt like a lot was lifted from my shoulders.
