CHAPTER 131: Selfish Bastard

LUKA

Knowledge isn't always power, it's sometimes pain.

The kind that has you buckled over like you were kicked in the nuts. Nothing about this all consuming pain makes knowing about everything feel powerful.

l feel powerless. With no single idea on how to fix this. My eyes burn and my wrist hurts from drawing and painting all day today. I also felt weak all over.

When I drove down to Bella's dorm room last night all that was going on in my head was that I needed it not to be true. That there was a way out, a slim ray of hope that still gives me a redeemable chance but it had turned out to be the opposite of that.

Not only had the details of what happened over the one year that I had stormed into my dad's office to get, found out to be true there were also more. Like a baby, a child between Bella and I that had miscarried.

So much has happened, and I have no idea how I'm going to fix it.

I haven't slept in almost 72hours. From the flight down home, to the flight back to going to