Page 77 of Always Meant To Be
"It is…. I deserved this. I was spoilt and thought I deserved everything when, really, I should have been grateful to have what I had to begin with—a loving family willing to do anything for me." I sob, bringing my hand up to my mouth as Liliya suddenly stands before me.
She lifts her hand, caressing my cheek, but I don't feel it; I just feel cold….
She smiles sad. "I should have treated you better, and I can't apologize enough for everything. I know I don't deserve it, but I need you to do something for me." I sob some more, and she says, "Fight, Elena. Don't leave that man who loves you, who fought to have you. Don't leave your son. Fight, please. Don't let my actions do this to you…."
Her figure becomes blurry, and her voice fades as she whispers, "Fight,sestra…."
Everything goes black again, but this time, I hear nothing, feel nothing, only darkness….
Twenty-Seven
Romeo
I slammy fist into the bag.
Left, right, left, right….
Music blares in the basement of the Glass, my main office. No one else is allowed down here, which is good because I may use them as my punching bag instead.
It's been four weeks without my wife, four weeks without the woman who consumes me, and four weeks since the monster was released.
I've lost count of the number of people I've killed over the past month, but one thing is for sure, if my enemies believed I'd gotten weak because of my wife, they don't any longer.
Everyone stays clear of me nowadays, which is how I like it.
Left, right, left, right….
Smacks echo in the room, sweat dripping down my bare chest.
I feel like I can't breathe.
I'm struggling to fucking live without El. I've gone from a man who didn't want an arranged marriage to a man needing his wife to even make rational decisions.
Yesterday, I walked out of the shower down here after a few hours of kicking the shit out of the bag to have a naked employee throw herself at me. Aimee is someone I fucked a few times before I met El, she works at the front desk and stupidly tried her luck after news leaked that Damian attacked El.
I'd just finished wrapping a towel around my waist when Aimee smashed her body against mine. Nothing but disgust filled me, and without thinking, I twisted her neck and killed her instantly, before messaging Christian, a Made Man and guard here at Glass, to dispose of her body.
I'm fucking slipping, and fast.
The longer El stays in the coma, the worse I become, knowing the chances of her waking up are growing slimmer. I can't even be happy that our son is doing well.
Thirty-six weeks, and he's healthy, so far showing no signs of distress, and if he were to be born right now, he'd be alright, but I wouldn't be.
I hit the bag harder, grunting.
My son doesn't even have a name yet, and El should be the first person to hold him, not me, her mother, or mine, but she can't hold him because she won't wake up.
The doctor explained that there was some brain activity and was unsure why she wouldn't wake up. The swelling has gone down, she no longer has a tube down her throat, and she is now breathing on her own, yet she won't wake up.
"I've been looking everywhere for you," my father mutters as I hit the bag again.
"Yeah," I grunt, and snap, "Well, you found me," without stopping my assault.
He sighs at my snappy tone. "Go shower, Romeo. We're taking a drive."
I snort, my right fist smashing into the bag, not stopping.
He does this every fucking day. He'll find me and demand we go for a drive. Sometimes I'll give in, and we'll end up at the hospital where I don't get out of the car, still unable to go inside that room.