Il suo zaffiro

chapter 22

"We're going to the doctor to get rid of it."

My heart pounded in my chest as I gasped, my eyes widening in horror. "What? Isn't it too late for that?" I stammered, panic rising in my throat. Logan's only response was a cold, smirking silence.

When we arrived at the hospital, Logan ordered me out of the car. I hesitated, glancing at him with fear. Should I run? Scream for help? "Try anything stupid, and you'll regret it. Now act normal," he growled as if reading my mind. His grip on my arm was firm as he yanked me forward. I could feel the stares of people around us, and I quickly lowered my gaze to the floor. "Smile, Sapphire," he whispered menacingly in my ear, and I forced a small, terrified smile.

"Logan, why are you doing this? These babies inside of me... they're human. Please don't hurt them," I pleaded, my voice trembling.

He stopped abruptly, turning to face me. "Babies? Are there more than one?" He pointed at my swollen belly, and I nodded, tears welling in my eyes.

"Twins," I whispered. "Please, let's go home and talk about it."

He shook his head, his expression darkening. "No one orders me around. I don't want kids, and that's final. You're getting rid of them. If they survive, well, they can go to an orphanage," he spat the words out like venom. "Now shut up and keep walking."

I was on the verge of breaking down, but I held back my tears. I whispered under my breath, "I hate you. I wish you were dead."

Logan chuckled darkly. "Don't worry, princess. Your wish might come true, sooner or later."

As we entered the hospital, I started crying, trying to pull my hand free from his iron grip. He ignored the receptionist's attempt to stop him, and when she finally spoke up, he turned toward her, his gaze chilling. She immediately backed down, allowing us to pass. I was confused—had he threatened her, or was his presence just that terrifying?

"I shouldn't have gone to Adonis's house," I muttered. "I should've gone to New York, somewhere you couldn't find me."

Logan smirked. "Even if you did, love, I still would've found you. There's a tracker in your skin, right there." He pointed at my wrist, and I gasped, staring at the small chip embedded in my flesh. How had I not noticed it before?

"You're insane!" I hissed. "Wait till Serena finds out about this."

He laughed cruelly. "After this is done, you'll be locked up in my basement. How will mommy ever find you? I'll just tell her you left." With that, he shoved me into a sterile room.

The doctor inside jumped, startled by our entrance. "Um... sir, how can I help you at this time of day?" he asked nervously.

Logan pointed at me. "She's pregnant with my child. I want you to get rid of it."

The doctor's eyes widened in shock. "I'm afraid I can't do that, sir. She's way past that stage. How far along are you, dear?"

"Four months," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

The doctor shook his head. "I can't do it."

Logan's anger flared. He slammed his fist against the wall and pulled out a gun, aiming it at the terrified doctor. "Do it, or I swear I'll blow your brains out!"

The doctor swallowed hard. "Even if I did, there's a high chance that she or the babies might not survive," he said, giving me a worried look.

Logan ignored the warning. "Do a C-section. If the babies survive, do what you can to keep them alive."

The doctor nodded reluctantly, his hands trembling as he prepared his instruments. "I'm sorry," he mouthed to me, and I broke down into sobs, my tears soaking the hospital gown.

"Do you want pills or an injection to dull the pain?" the doctor asked gently, but before I could answer, Logan interrupted.

"None. Let her feel everything," he ordered, taking a seat to watch the procedure unfold with a sick satisfaction.

I wanted to die. My life wasn't mine anymore; it belonged to the monster with an evil smirk and cold, dead eyes. The doctor pleaded once more, "Please, just let me give her something. She'll be in so much pain."

Logan shook his head, and the doctor's hands trembled as he opened his kit. He looked at me one last time, his face etched with regret and fear. Then, the cold metal of the scalpel touched my skin.

The pain was immediate and excruciating, worse than anything I could have imagined. It was like being sliced open with a dull, jagged knife. I bit down on my lip to stifle the scream rising in my throat, but it was no use. I screamed, crying and begging for him to stop, while Logan just sat there, an evil grin on his face.

"Stop!" I screamed, bolting upright in bed. My heart was racing, my body drenched in sweat. My hands flew to my belly, searching frantically for any sign of harm. But there was nothing. No blood, no wound. The babies were safe, still nestled within me. I let out a shaky breath, trying to calm down, but my heart was still pounding in my ears.

A knock on the door made me jump. "Sapphire, are you okay in there?" Adonis's voice called out, filled with concern.

I couldn't answer; my throat was too dry, and tears began to spill down my cheeks. The door creaked open, and Adonis stepped inside, his expression softening when he saw me. "Are you alright? I heard you screaming," he whispered, sitting on the edge of my bed.

I shook my head, wrapping my arms protectively around my bump. He handed me a cup of water, and I took a few gulps before finding my voice.

"It felt so real, Adonis. I was so scared... and in so much pain," I sobbed, leaning into his touch as he gently caressed my cheek. I leaned back, looking at him with teary eyes.

"Sapphire, it's okay. It was just a nightmare. It's not real, alright? I'm here," he whispered, his voice steady and reassuring. I nodded, clutching onto him as if he were my lifeline.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly, and I hesitated. I wasn't sure if I could bear to relive it, but I needed to tell someone.

"I dreamt that Logan found me and forced me to get rid of the babies. Even though I was four months along, he made me get a C-section without any anesthesia. I could feel everything, Adonis. The pain was unbearable, and he just sat there, watching with this evil look on his face." My voice trembled as I spoke, the terror still fresh in my mind. "He said that if the babies survived, he'd put them in an orphanage and lock me in his basement."

Adonis sighed deeply, his hand resting on my shoulder. "Sapphire, that was just a dream. It's not real, okay? Logan isn't that cruel. He's a broken man, but he's not a monster. He wouldn't do that to you."

"But what if he finds me? What if he actually does it? I'm scared, Adonis. Maybe I should just go back to his place and tell him I'm pregnant instead of hiding it from him," I whispered, my fingers nervously twisting together.

Adonis shook his head. "Sapphire, it was just a dream. None of that will happen. Logan might be many things, but he isn't heartless. He'll regret everything he's done to you, I promise."

I looked down at my wrist, half-expecting to see the chip Logan had mentioned, but there was nothing there. I sighed in relief, standing up slowly.

"You're right," I whispered, though the fear still lingered at the edges of my mind. "I just hope I don't have any more nightmares like that. It was terrifying." I shivered at the memory.

"Now, go have a bath and get something to eat," Adonis said gently, a small smile on his face.

I nodded, managing a faint smile in return. "Thanks, Adonis."
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