GOING THROUGH EDITING AND A BIT OF REWRITING SO I WILL BE UNPUBLISHING THE BOOK AND UPDATING
Note: This is a sequel to What Hurts More? To understand what is happening in this book, you should read the first one!
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Priya's P.O.V.
"The baby is in distress! Heart rate is over 230."
"The mother is losing a lot of blood. We need 3 pints of O negative."
"Quick page Dr. Bhatra. We need her to do a C-Section immediately."
"The baby doesn't have much time left."
"Priya, I'm sorry. We couldn't save her."
I shot up from the bed, covered in sweat. "No! No!"
"Priya! Priya, are you okay?" I hear Rahul question, frantically from outside of the door.
"Yeah," I answer. "I'm fine, Rahul. Just go back to bed."
"I'm coming in," Rahul says as he opens the door and rushes to me.
"Rahul, please just leave. Leave me alone," I say, closing my eyes. The moments that happened three years ago, just flash through my mind whenever I close my eyes. I could never forget them. I immediately open them and I see Rahul looking at me in concern.
I try to relax by chanting to myself that it was just a dream. I wasn't experiencing the worst pain anymore.
"Do you-Do you want to talk about it?" Rahul questions.
I've been having these dreams here and there for the past three years. I thought I would be over it by now, but I wasn't.
Rahul started being nice to me this past week, and it feels so weird. It seems as if he's going easy on me because he feels bad. He's pitying me.
Rahul places his hand on my shoulder. My mind flashes back to the blackmailers who keep sending me warning messages to keep my distance from Rahul. I shrug my shoulder away from Rahul.
"Don't you get it?! I said leave, Rahul! I don't want to talk to you!" I yell.
Rahul gets up with a hurt look on his face. "Fine! I thought I would be nice to you because of what happened last week. But you just don't appreciate it. I'm done being nice to you."
Rahul turns around to leave. "I don't need your pity."
Rahul turns back with anger in his face. "This is why. This is why I hate you. I don't know how I could've ever loved you."
He goes out the door and bangs it shut. I jump up a little from the noise.
Tears start to fall on my cheeks. I put my hand over my mouth and start sobbing. I wasn't sobbing because of my dream but because of what Rahul said.
He doesn't know how he could ever love me. I left Rahul but I've never stopped loving him.
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I couldn't go back to sleep. I'm just laying bed for the past hour, tossing and turning, trying to get myself to go back to sleep. But whenever I close my eyes, the horrible memories that have been haunting me resurface.
