Jasmine POV
They told me to calm down. They told me everything was going to be alright. They told me I should eat. But I didn't want to. I wanted one thing only. My baby. This baby was suppose to be my savior. Kian was suppose to change. Instead, I got fucked over. Again. 5 days. That's how long it took them to find Kian. They placed me in a nursing home, like I was disabled or something. I was sheduled to see another therapist twice a week. But no amount of therapy could heal what I saw. I saw blood squirting out of bodies, I had my pride and joy snatched away from me. On the 7th day they let me see Kian. He had shaven and redyed his hair.
"Jasmine baby you have to understand..."
"Understand what Kian? That you were fucking some slut while I was pregnant? Understand that you've been lying to me for nine months? Understand that our BABY HAS BEEN TAKEN BY SOME CRAZY BITCH? YOU WANT ME TO UNDERSTAND?HOW THE HELL CAN I UNDERSTAND?"
He had his head down, a tear even rolled down his cheek.
I clapped. "Great show Kian, gosh I almost believe you. Almost. They were right about you, you know. A troublemaker, an asshole, a cheater."
"Jasmine can you please listen to me for a second?"
I sat on down the bed and closed my eyes. All I could do was listen.
"I swear Jasmine on my life, that I never wanted to hurt you. I love you more than you could ever imagine. I swear Ashley was never serious. I... I was feeling down, reality was hitting me hard and I fucked up, shit I really fucked up. She took our baby... that bitch stole our baby, Jasmine. I'm hurting as much as you babe."
I opened my arms and he collasped in them. "Kian I ..."
He kissed me and wrapped me in a hug. Pulled the covers up and we fell asleep just like that.
