Avery’s pov

His command was sharp and firm making everyone do as he said. Even the doctor left the room and shut the door behind him. “I need to change you into something…..clean,” he eyed the blood-soaked clothes I had on worriedly and I nod.

He begins to move around the room, bringing back one of his huge shirts and boxers. “Let’s move you out of these,” he nudge his chin to the stained clothes I had on clinging to me, his touch gentle as he began to remove every layer of clothes off me.

I let him, soaking in the warmth of his touch and the comfort it brought to me when I really needed him the most. I needed him.

I felt it. My now long nails that were like claws scrapping his skin as he helps me pull the shirt off. Tears blurred my vision when I saw the sleek of red running down his arm. I’m so sorry,” I cried, my lower lip trembling.

I hurt him. I hurt him.

else will

will

“I didn’t mean to-

scratch, look it’s healing,” he shows me where I had scraped and sure enough the skin indeed

love the most in the world, I had hurt him. If I could hurt

in his hand tenderly. “Baby,” he whispered

removing them away as though

out a stumbling mess, my heart feeling like it was bleeding. “I can

eyes soothing me down with warmth and love. “Listen to me Avery,” he said, tone unwavering yet

hurt anyone, not me, not our baby and not yourself. I won’t let

a lifeline, one I could cling on to and trust. But how can I do it now when I

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