Lost After Midnight

•Pain•

{•Unedited•}
~Amor's POV~

"You could talk to me about all this," he says, his jaw clenching with his fists. I wish I would have listened to my gut months ago and left him. My love for Adriel has never changed despite that fact that it should. It amazes me how he can be an amazing father and treat Mac like the angel she is, but treat me like shit.
I tried forgiving the first time he hit me, that was the only time he's physically hurt me. Most people would have left immediately and completely understand why. It's only been emotional, which is the last thing I'd expect from him.
He knows how my mind works and that everything he says have an affect on me. I've stayed with him only for the benefit of our daughter. She loves her dad and he would do anything for him. I've tried everything to save my marriage with him, but every time I try he's like a big ball of anger.
I always prayed he wouldn't be like his father, but I'm thinking it was inevitable. He's a good man, but definitely not the best. He's like him, but also different. He wouldn't dare lay a hand or raise his voice at Mac, but it's a different story with me. His anger gets the best of him and he explodes. I try helping him through it without triggering the issue, but it only seems to make it worse. I love him, and that makes the situation so much worse.
"Trust me, you do not want to talk to me about this," I mumble, running my hands down my face. He rests his hand in my back, looking down at me sympathetically. "I-I'm pregnant." His hand falls, resting at his side. I look up at him, my heart beat loud in my ears.
"I-it's mine, right?" Tears well up in my eyes as I shake my head.
"He was there when you weren't and I needed someone," I cry. His angry eyes search mine. "You were so angry that night, so I left when you fell asleep. Mac was with Nina and Marcus, so it wasn't a big deal. It was just to talk, but we kissed and then...we slept together. It wasn't planned and he wore protection but it must have broke."
He paces back and forth, the muscles in his arms pulsing. "I'm sor-"
"No, you're not," he says, snapping in my direction. The look in eye is one I've seen only once before. "I guess you've just always been his emotionally damaged whore, huh?"
"Adriel, you can't blame for this. You and I have been falling apart for two years now and I can't deal with anymore. It's tearing me apart," I tell him, hoping he'll just listen.
"I've tried too," he says. I squeeze my eyes shut, knowing he has but just not enough. Every time he takes a step forehead, he takes twelve steps back.
"I want a divorce," I force myself to say, trying not to cry. I never thought I'd say those words out loud to him. "We can't be together like this." My eyes widen as he steps closer to me, grabbing my arm and squeezing.
"So what? You're leaving and what? Keeping me daughter from me?" I shake my head. His grip tightens.
"Please stop, that hurts." But it's nothing compared to the impact that comes with his hit. If it weren't his hold on me, I would have fell. His hand falls from my arm and back away from him, getting my keys from the counter.
"Where are you going?" He asks. I open the door.
"To be a emotionally disabled whore."
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"I'm sorry," I say when Ida opens the door to my brothers apartment in my brothers shirt. Oh my gosh. My Santi doesn't even know what sex is, never had it, it's not allowed, no. He's still a little boy in my eyes.
    "It's okay, come in," she says quickly, stepping to the side. She looks down, her face heating up. By look in her face she forgot she wasn't wearing pants. "I'm sorry, I just-I just woke up. We didn't-we weren't-"
    "It's okay," I say, wanting to drop the topic. "Is he awake or...?" She shakes her head, looking towards the bedroom door.
    "He has the flu," she says.
    "I'm awake," he says, walking out with his body looking half limp. He looks like complete shit. His eyes are red with his nose and his hair is crazy mess. "What's going on?" He asks, holding his throat.
     When we were younger my mom would baby the hell out of him when he was sick. I could never complain cause my dad was like that with me when I was ill. He sometimes hated it, but if he was sick enough he would just let her comfort him. It would always end with our mom sleeping on the couch cause he fell asleep on her.
     "N-nothing," I lie. He gives that look that he gives me when he knows I'm not telling the truth. Tears flood my eyes. "Adriel hit me again."
    "I need my bread roller and gun."

   AN: Well that was one hell of a bonus chapter. Originally, the bonus chapter was going to be them finding out she was pregnant with THEIR kid, but that obviously didn't happen 😂 I did love them together, but it just didn't feel right for me to keep them together.
     If you haven't already, please go read the third book in the "Florencio" Series! This bonus chapters carries on in it🙂
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