Lyra~
Blood. Q. My babies. My vision spun like the whole world tilted and I could not tell if I was standing or falling. My babies. Oh Goddess my babies.
The words would not stop repeating inside my skull and it felt like nails hammering into me over and over. This was not happening.
This could not be happening. I couldn’t loose them. It had to be a trick or a nightmare or some cruel illusion but the heat soaking through my fingers was too real.
I pressed my hands harder against myself and the blood was warm and sticky and alive and it made me scream so loud I thought my throat would rip.
I was shaking. My knees were buckling. I wanted to rip my own skin off just to stop feeling the terror in it.
Tasha was staring and her eyes lit up like she was drinking my pain and savoring every drop. Her lips curled into that disgusting smile that told me she wanted me broken.
She wanted me hollow. She wanted me destroyed. I wanted to claw her face off. I wanted to dig my nails into her eyes.
I tried to move but Darren yanked me back so violently my wrist exploded with pain and I heard something pop like it might have cracked. I screamed and the sound of it made my stomach twist. He dragged me closer like I was nothing but a rag in his hands.
“Darren please.” I was begging but I could not stop. “I cannot breathe. I cannot move. My babies are bleeding. Please do not do this. Please do not kill them. I will do anything. I swear I will do anything. Just do not let them die. Please.”



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