My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was quivering, and every cell of my body was squealing to push Hendrix away.

Irvin wasn't here, so I had no one to ask for help from. It left me no choice but to stand stiffly and let him hold me.

As the rain poured, I lost my strength and grew more light-headed.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital.

I glanced sideways, and I saw Hendrix's haggard but still handsome face.

He was sleeping, barely supporting himself on the edge of the hospital bed. It didn't seem like a comfortable position to sleep in, but perhaps he was exhausted too. There was stubble on his chin, which I hadn't seen for a long time. It made him look more raddled.

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fumbled to get up, but he woke up in a startle, probably

brows furrow, I swept his hand off my shoulder. Irritation and anxiety grew inside me, and, raising my voice, I said, "Hendrix, I want you to stay away from me. Stay away! Can't you understand that?" I could keep my thoughts in rein when I'm with Irvin, but not with Hendrix. Seeing him would remind me of Andrea, stirring up the darkness and hatred that I had

done!" Someone spoke from outside

saw me, the corners of her mouth

especially at her pregnant bump. Every time I saw it, my heart hurt like I was stabbed with

in my head. I

quick to react, and he stood in front of her to shield her. One of

to their guts. The hatred was so consuming that all I wanted was for them to die. Those who had hurt me must die. I wanted them to die, like how they wanted my child to die. Glaring at Andrea's belly, my face turned

to lose now. So. don't you dare