triggered - c.hood | au

trenta

a n g e l i n a

my mind wasn't at all in the right state.

the one day they forgot to dose me, and i was back on my feet. knocking guns out of hand and shirking both traitors down, i had to kill in order to escape.

the only difference between now and before is that i don't feel any guilt or remorse like i used to. it was an adrenaline rush at this point, something i lived for, aspired towards, and now for the one thing that mattered most to me right now.

where the hell was my daughter?

everything was spinning as i ran out of the room and into the arms of someone else. i had no idea what was going on, at that point i was so on and off between the drugs and the abuse, it wasn't normal.

nine months of pure hell, and nothing felt normal, not even when the bad became the normal. the arms that instantly wrapped around my fairly limp body did. they felt normal, familiar to me.

everything was spotty and blurry, but it was just like the first time i ever saw him. my eyes blacking out on the image of his puppy eyes.

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when i woke up, i was connected to all sorts of wires and machines. i was back in the hospital, just like the first time. on my left was a cradle that held my baby girl, though i don't know how we both got here. but to my left came into view a boy with closed puppy eyes that sat sound asleep, curled up in a chair that was all too small for his rather tall body... more so his legs. and soon enough, his eyes blinked open as he shuffled around.

"you're awake."

"i am." i replied softly.

in all honestly, i wasn't sure of what to say. it's been so long, so much time and so many things having happened. all i could do was fiddle with my fingers as i felt his eyes stare into my soul.

the baby began to cry, both of our heads shooting up and gazing towards her. i picked her up from the cradle and rocked her around, knowing that was what we both needed.

"can i hold her?"

i looked up at the raven-haired boy, who still sat with the same soft look on his face. i slowly nodded my head, gesturing for him to sit on the bed.

carefully i handed him the little girl, our little girl. he held her so gently, carefully, it was all so out of his nature, and still, after over nine months of pain and torture, somehow i continued to fall in love with him more and more everyday.