Blood of Revenge

Chapter 29

Blayze's POV

The room was smashed, broken and trashed.

I couldn't control my anger once she left my sight. I needed her to calm me down every time. She had become an addicting relaxant for me. The smiles she gave me, the glimmer of her eyes whenever she was excited, her childish behavior was intoxicating.

How was I suppose to know that it was all FAKE!?

I could hear Jackson shouting my name, asking me what was wrong, telling me that he'd break the door if I didn't answer him.

How could I tell him that my own world, my own girl just crashed? How could I tell him that I, his boss, felt weak and vulnerable, that I couldn't handle the truth I saw, that the girl I loved never loved me!?

I roared to the other side, warning him not to come in.

There was nothing else to break, nothing else to throw. My knuckles were already bleeding with the walls I had been punching. I heaved and heaved, trying to calm myself down, trying to get myself together.

But how can you complete a jigsaw with missing pieces?

I sat on her side of the bed, lying on her pillow, taking in her scent—her sweet icy, strawberry scent.

Then, my eyes caught something. A file that was peeping out of her handbag.

A divorce-file? She filed a divorce, did she have it all planned?

I reached for it, unable to think that I could get myself to walk. I wanted to tear it, but refrained from doing so.

I opened it and sucked in a deep breath. I felt tears burning my eyes as they slipped down my face.

Pregnant.
She was pregnant.

There was a sticky note attached to the papers, her handwriting scribbled:

YAY!

I'm pregnant with our baby! Yes, I'm a little too young to be mother but... WHO CARES!?

This is the start of the BIG journey of our lives. And I'm glad that you'll always be by my side.

I love you!
(Even when you're really pissy.)

I couldn't breathe, couldn't think straight.

What did she want, what did she plan?

My baby—our baby, was with her, and I kicked her out. I should've listened to her, should've let her speak.

But its too late now. She was gone with that man, somewhere where I might never find her.

Hell, I didn't even have the courage to face her. I didn't trust her enough, didn't trust her as much as I should have. She would just hate me after all of this, hate me for what I did to her, hate me for not believing her at all.

I let the guilt take over me as I drowned into my tears and let myself cry to sleep.

I deserved this—and far worse.

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Astrid's POV

I woke up to the piercing light that made me hiss. I couldn't tell where I was. It was too dark, too unfamiliar.

There was stench that filled the room, the darkness much more horrifying than I could imagine.

As my sight started to adjust, I could see two figures in the corner of the room. I couldn't see who the were for my vision was still too blurry. I tried to sit up straight but winced instead.

One of them looked at me, and slightly nudged me to lie down. I saw his face then. Long blonde hair drooping down as he leaned over me, a scar long enough to cover his lip to his chin, his piercing blue eyes staring right into mine.

"How do you feel?" his husky voice asked me while the other figure made his way to my other side and grabbing a hold of my hand.

"Terrible," I admitted as the memories flashed in my mind.

The man didn't move, just read my face and told my brother, "She needs to eat. I'll bring her something." And he strode out of the room.

Rex leaned forward, stroking his fingers through my hair as I silently wept.

"Shh, princess. I'm here. Nothing will go wrong."

"It's already so wrong. How worse can it get?"

"Tell me what happened, princess."

But I didn't, just stayed silent, thinking the words would hurt more if they came on my tongue. He understood and said that maybe some other time.

Then he asked me, "You're pregnant?"

I nodded, a little surprised. "How did you know?"

"Aaron is our doctor here. He checked you..."

"And...? There's always an and." I asked when he trailed off.

"And...... you bled."

His voice was full of remorse as he said it, making me ask, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that—that you lost your child. You stressed out so much that your body couldn't take it."

I broke into more pieces that I was already in. as if I was a broken mirror with pieces all over the floor and someone kept stepping on them, crushing them beneath their weight. I felt my heart stop beating, my breaths hitching, my life almost ending.

I cried again, so much that I couldn't understand how it was going to get any better. All I wanted to do was sleep—sleep until all of this was over. And if all of this didn't have any plans as such, I just wanted to fall asleep forever.

I was so happy by the start of the day, what did I do wrong? What was I getting punished for?

I knew that I wouldn't ever get the answer to these questions.

Agreed?