Dear Beloved, Love Daniel ❤️

~ august 1 part 1 ~

Dear beloved,
Today I got to visit you! I hired a nanny to take care of our two precious angels just so I could come see you. You still look beautiful even with that tube running down your esophagus and oxygen cord hooked into your nose. As far as how you're doing, I thought everyday is a new day... Right? Technically, yes, but you still look pretty much the same as last time. just that your heartbeat dropped to 38. I've tried talking to you... but I don't think that you can hear me. I have held your hand and given you a kiss on the cheek or a kiss on your forehead... but I don't think that you can feel me. I've forcefully tried to open your eyes so that you could look at me... but I don't think that you can see me. It feels like it's impossible to get you do those things. At this point, I feel like I'll be losing hope, but I won't do that because I'll have hope. I pray everyday for my baby to look at me and tell me that she loves me.

A few tear drops fell onto my page. I wiped them and closed the notebook. Then I took the pen and notebook and placed them next to her and continued to cry as I held her hand with both of mine.
"Why did this happen to you my love? Was I punished?" I cried. Her heart monitor started to increase.
"y/n..?" I sat up, watching the heart monitor. It gradually started raising by 2 every 10 seconds. 40... 42... 44... 48... 50... all the way until it got to 68.
"y/n? y/n! Wake up baby, wake up!" I lightly shook her so I wouldn't startle her.
"NURSE!!! HER HEART RATE IS INCREASING!!" I yelled out with joy. Three nurses run into the room at once.
"Sir, you must get out of the room. NOW!" The nurse yelled at me. I grabbed my notebook and pen and stood in the same place.
"I don't understand. What's wro-" I attempted to say.
"SIR, LEAVE, NOW!" The male nurse yelled at me.
"HEY! I WANNA KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!" I shouted as I was being forcefully pushed out of the door. The male nurses face looked familiar. Not because he was a nurse...
"Goodbye Seavey." He smirked as one of the nurses closed the door after me and the other nurse as I saw him get on top of y/n. I jerked myself out of the grip of the nurse and banged on the door because it was locked.
"HEY!! LET ME IN!! THAT'S MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as I continued to bang on the door, each bang stronger and stronger.
"Y/EX/N LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE!!! STOP DOING THIS TO HER, PLEASE!" I sobbed. I heard her screams and cried more. I didn't know whether or not to be happy that she was awake or angry at the fact that she was being sexually assaulted on the other side of this door. I banged on the door and prayed that it would open as soon as possible. A half hour later of hearing y/n's screams the door opens aggressively and knocks me out.

•2 hours later•
There I laid...on a chair in the waiting room of the hospital feeling upset, hurt, and broken. I felt like all hope was lost now. I hadn't known I had fell asleep. When I sat up, I could feel my head ringing. I was knocked out.
"Sir, are you okay?" a voice said. I looked up to see y/n standing there in front of me.
"OH MY GOD Y/N!! YOU'RE AWAKE!!" I stood up and hugged her really tight.
"Uh... Do I know you? Who's y/n?" She asked. I rubbed my eyes and realized that it was not y/n.
"I'm sorry. I mistakenly took you as my girlfriend. My apologies ma'am." I turned red and walked away from her. I can't remember what room number was y/n in. Shit. 2575! I walked up to the door of that room and walked in. I saw a weak looking body lying there. The tube going down her esophagus and the oxygen cord hooked to her nose.
"y/n..." I walked up and sat by her. Her heartbeat sounded beautiful. It was not too slow, and not too fast.
"I miss you so much sweetheart." I sighed. It was no use. I let go of her hand and stood up.
"I hope that next week I'll see you awake." I turned around and walked out of the door.
I drove home and when I got home I paid the nanny. Both Dylan and Daisy were sleeping so that meant some time for myself. I wanted to take y/n off my mind for a while so i turned on the tv and got up to grab some beer from the cooler. As I sat down, I cracked the bottle open and chugged. I took out my phone and dialed the first number I could think of.
"Hey, yeah could you come over? Yeah okay... thanks... bye." I hung up and waited for them as I opened another beer. A good half hour goes by when I heard a knock on the door.
"It's open." I said with slur in my speech.
"Daniel, are you drunk again?" Jonah asked me.
"I'm drunk. And I don't know what else to do. Did you brink a smoke?" I was half asleep.
"No, I don't smoke and neither do you! Seavey, you should know better." Jonah grumbles at me.
"Nah, I need a little hit of something right now." I said again.
"And I said no because you're not gonna start smoking. Just tell me what's wrong?" Jonah asked.
"Y/n... She was..." I stopped to take another drink instead of crying.
"She was what? And don't drink." Jonah bugged as he took my beer away.
"Hey!" I yelled a little louder than I should've.
"You're literally a father of two very young children. You're not setting a good example by drinking while their mother is in the hospital. Now, tell me what's with y/n." Jonah explained.
"Y/ex/n came back. He assaulted her again. And I couldn't do anything about it. She was screaming while I was on the other side of the locked door. And when I went in to talk to her after, she wasn't responding. So I just... Left. And here I am now." I explained.
"Oh my... Daniel... I'm so sorry that you have to go through this alone..." Jonah elaborated. I shook my head.
"No, don't be. It's fine, really, it's okay." I sighed and forced a smile as my eyes started watering.
"Hey bud, I'm right here for you." Jonah puts his hand on my shoulder and rubs it. He smiles.
"I wanna kill y/ex/n. I want him to stop!" I stood up and opened my safe.
"Daniel, what are you doing...?" Jonah stood up in worry as he took a step back. I took the hand gun out and cocked it in place.
"I'm looking for this bitch." I stormed out of my house and walked to my car.
"Daniel, no you're not committing murder!! I won't allow that, are you crazy?!" Jonah yelled at me.
"Maybe I am! What's his fucking address?" I yelled back to Jonah.
"I have no clue." He shrugs. I got out of my car and walked back into the house.
"That's our first priority." I said as I opened up my laptop.
*30 minutes later*
"There's no luck finding anything." I grumbled.
"Maybe you should go to the police station and look up y/ex/n there?" Jonah suggests while eating a whole ass sandwich stuffed into his mouth.
"You expect me to just go up to the police and say "hey I wanna kill someone, can I get his name?" Jonah, you're dumb sometimes." I took another drink of my beer.
"Maybe if you stopped drinking you could understand what I mean." Jonah walks back into the kitchen.
"Look, I don't like drinking, but I have to." I sighed.
"The only thing we have to do is die when the time comes. Other than that, it's all by choice." Jonah drinks a glass of milk. I stood up, pushing myself away from the desk.
"Jonah, you're driving, I'm too intoxicated to drive." i threw the keys at him.
"Okay, but what about your kids?" He asked.
"I'll just send them to daycare. What's the one y/n always uses for Dylan?" I turned around to look at Jonah.
"I don't know! I'm not the one who lives with her!" He said.