Ch-4

Alora's POV

A small groan slid past my lips as I stirred awake. I had my eyes pressed close, but it did nothing to numb the pain that spread through my body. My groans intensified as the pain shot up my spine, before traveling to every other part of my body.

As gently as I could, I turned to my side, but it did nothing to help. If anything, if worsened the pain by a ten time margin. My insides twisted and burned, and for a moment, I briefly wondered why I had regained consciousness. I was better off dead than feeling the way I felt. Nothing could compare to this, I was sure.

I had barely come to that conclusion when a thought popped up in my mind. The mere thought of it was gruesome to the extent that I had goosebumps just thinking about it.

“What did you think?” The words echoed loudly in my head. “Juice, you should take some more juice.”’

No. I shook my head. I didn't want to believe that all of that had happened. There was just no way……

“Ma'am.” Someone's hand pressed against my shoulder. I jerked awake, a shrill cry flying through my lips. “It's okay. You need to relax. Take deep breaths, and you'll be fine.”

Even without seeing who she was, I did like I was told. As slowly as I could, I inhaled and exhaled, and in a matter of time, I would be lying if I said I didn't feel a tad bit better.

After a couple of minutes had passed, I peeled my eyes open and the sight in front of me wasn't what I expected at all.

Dull baby blue walls stared at me, but I didn't focus on that. My gaze darted straight to the machines propped up against the wall, its low whirrs reaching my ears. I blinked, but no matter how many times I opened my eyes and closed it again, it didn't change the scenery one bit.

I was in a hospital ward.

“What?” I jerked out of the bed immediately. “What am I? What am I doing here? Where am I?”

I already knew where I was, but somehow the stranger's confirmation was all I needed to either cheer me up, or further dampen my mood.

“Ma'am, please relax.” The Lady in front of me spoke. As she tried to get me to calm down, I caught a quick glance at the tag hanging loosely on her coat. Doctor Bridget. “Stressing too much isn't good for your blood levels. They're already so low and…”

“Wait.” I cut her off. Somehow, her words had triggered something in me. They triggered me to remember why and how I had gotten here in the first place.

The memories flashed in my mind, and even though it had been a while since it happened, it still hurt.

Eliaz's and Cynthia's smug look filled my mind. While I writhed in pain, with blood pooling around me, they were satisfied. They looked over me, their malicious grins etching more pain into my heart.

“You should take more juice.” Eliaz's words echoed loudly in my ear. “More juice.”

“Doctor.” I called out hastily. It was obvious they had spiked my drink, but what did it do? “I need your help.”

“Tell me.” I pressed my hand against my belly. “Tell me. Is everything alright?”

“I'm sorry.” The pain in her eyes was more than evident. “I'm really sorry, but you lost the baby.”

I froze in my spot, not knowing what else to do or say. The world around me spun, and I watched the colors fade into nothing. Loud noises echoed in my ear, but I couldn't hear them. I went numb immediately, and I wanted nothing more than to throw myself in front of the next moving train.

“No.” I shook my head slowly. “You can't be serious. No, you're joking.”

“I'm sorry….” I tuned her out immediately. Tears glistened in my eyes, and no matter how hard I tried to blink them back, they streamed down my face. I wanted to scream, but I just couldn't bring myself to do so.

My vision blurred, and before long, I felt the salty liquid trail down my cheeks. Eliaz and Cynthia had killed me. They had killed my baby.

Whatever happened next, I had no idea. I wasn't even aware when the doctor left, but if there was one thing I was sure of, it was the fact that life wasn't worth living if I didn't have my baby with me.

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The cool breeze from the rooftop hit me square in the jaw, but I wasn't in the mood for sightseeing. The stars twinkled in the night sky, but I could think of, was high up I was.

After the doctor had left, I took it upon myself to act immediately. I was determined to do it, and I'd be damned if I let anything happen to that plan.

A huge gust of wind nipped at the hem of my hospital dress as I climbed onto the edge.

Below, cars and pedestrians went about their usual business, and for a minute, I couldn't help but wonder how the person who was going to discover my dead body would feel when he found me, lying unconscious on the ground with a bashed head and blood seeping out of my brain.

“Shouldn’t the people who put you in this state pay for their sins before you decide to die or not?” a deep cold voice resounded from the background causing me to halt in my tracks.

My heart jumped in my chest while my eyes lit up immediately I recognised the voice.

Gripping my legs firmly, he continued, “Take my hands now, Alora and I will let them wipe the very dirt on your shoes with their tongues…”