Chapter 5

• ARELLA'S POV
• The doctor said in a low voice and my eyes immediately darkened. I've never been so scared in two years of marriage. But why am I still so scared even though I'm divorced?
• "What the hell do you mean you lost her!!" I growled at him.
• This was definitely not the reaction I thought I would give if Cassiel died.
• I felt that I would be relaxed, calm, and delighted, but no it was the exact opposite. I was far from calm.
• "We managed to save the patient but she suffered from a miscarriage and lost the baby"
• "Wait. What??" If I was restless before, I was losing my mind now.
• Miscarriage???
• "What do you mean by miscarriage?" I yelled at him, my voice thundering in the doctor's office.
• "The patient was one month pregnant and she lost the baby." He confessed and my mouth flew open in shock.
• "Wh…at?" I actually stuttered for the first time.
• There were a lot of firsts for me since the day began.
• Cassiel was pregnant? One month pregnant?
• She's been with me for the past month, only me, which only came to the conclusion that she was pregnant for me and I killed the baby.
• I shot Cassiel. I killed my child.
• The news left me with a deep sense of regret and sorrow. Another first for me.
• I Killed My Child.
• "How's the patient?" I asked under my breath, my chin resting on my hand.
• "Her condition is stable and she's out of danger for now." The doctor informed me and I nodded slowly before making my way out of his office.
• "Fuck me." I cursed under my breath, leaning against the wall as I ran my hand through my hair.
• Cassiel was pregnant and she never told me about it. I wasn't even sure if she knew about the pregnancy.
• I sucked in a deep breath, as I allowed myself to get consumed by the grief that was overshadowing me.
• "Damn it all." I let out a long sigh, feeling a pang of pain each time the thought of me shooting Cassiel and killing my unborn baby came to my mind.
• What if you never sent her out of the house?
• What if you never treated her like trash, you would have known about the pregnancy.
• What if, what if. There were lots of what ifs. Damn, my conscience.
• I was still lost and buried in my thoughts when someone charged at me.
• "It's all your fault!!" The person yelled and a punch landed on my face and my lips began to bleed.
• I couldn't feel the pain, everything was just numb to me.
• "I will never forgive you if anything happens to Cassiel?" Derica yelled, holding me by my collar.
• "Get your fucking hands off me." I hissed.
• "Or what!?"
• "You're going to shoot me? You're a coward who goes ahead flaunting himself with a gun!!" He hollered like the mad dog he was.
• "Go ahead and finish what you started. You already shot Cass-" he did not get to finish his statement as I landed a heavy blow on his face.
• "Bastard." He cursed, stumbling backward as he spat out blood from his mouth.
• "I'm going to kill you." He charged at me again, intending to land another blow, but I did not give him the chance to do that.
• "Stop grunting like a mad dog." I scoffed and punched him in the face.
• He landed one blow at me did not mean I was going to allow him to touch me again.
• I was about to land another punch when I heard the sound of a woman clearing her throat.
• "What do you want?" I hissed.
• "The patient-" she began in a tense voice.
• "What happened to the patient? Spill!!" I lashed out at her.
• "Sh.. she's…missing."
• "What do you mean by she's missing?" I asked in an alarmed voice.
• "Miss Cassiel is missing. We couldn't find her anywhere" She informed me and I let out a long and frustrated sigh.
• ***
• CASSIEL'S POV
• A monotonous and disturbing beeping is the first thing I perceive as I regain my senses. I fight to peel my eyes open as they feel heavy and my body is seemingly too weak to even move.
• Groaning, I try to lift my arm, but my limbs repulse any command coming from my brain.
• I take a deep breath, and as I’m closing my eyes I hear feeble voices. Holding my breath to listen closely, I overhear the doctor talking to the nurse in front of my room.
• The door is slightly ajar, causing their words to filter into the room.
• “She has been really lucky, and she will recover quickly. But I’m afraid that the baby is still in danger. We really have to make it our top priority to check on them frequently to avoid any further harm,” the doctor explains calmly while the nurse agrees with him, expressing her concern for my baby as well.
• My chest tightens, making it hard to breathe. This gives me the strength to finally move, and my hand darts to my chest, clenching the fabric of my hospital gown as if it would help alleviate the pain of the hurtful beating of my heart.
• Turning to the side, I cry into my pillow, suffocating my sobs into the soft material. My tears stream down my face, soaking the fabric as I let go of all my desperation and sadness.
• As slowly the sobs escaping my throat get weaker, and my shaking body relaxes, I suddenly jerk up at his voice streaming into my hospital room.
• I wipe the tears off my cheeks hastily, pushing myself up into a sitting position with a groan to be able to listen to Arella speaking to the doctor better.
• “What the hell do you mean you lost her”
• Oh, no!
• My heart twists in my chest as the last thing I want is to face Arella.
• Looking around panicky, I bite my bottom lip, thinking of what I can do to escape him. As it seems to be the day of rash decisions, I flip back my bed sheets and get out of my hospital bed.
• I stumbled through the streets. My breath was ragged, but I couldn’t stay there—I had to get away. I had barely made it out of the hospital, and now I was alone, vulnerable. As I turned a corner, I froze.
• Kira was in front of me!