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. It seemed like he brought me to the hospital. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Just the thought of it gave me a headache. I fumbled to get up, but he woke up in a startle, probably because he heard my movements. Seeing that I was going to get out of bed, Hendrix stood up and held me down against the bed. His eyes deep with emotions, he said, "You should rest some more. The doctor is coming back for an IV later." My 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 struggled to bury so deep in my heart. Hendrix was shocked to see me suddenly burst out in frustration. But it was only for a moment, and soon, he calmed down. He looked at me and soothed, "Relax. Okay, I'll go. But, promise me you'll take the IV and medicine later." "Hendrix, my checkup is done!" Someone spoke from outside the ward. It was Andrea. Then, the next second, she entered the wardroom with a medical record in her hand. When she saw me, the corners of her mouth lifted, and she said very gently, "You're awake, Arianna. Are you feeling better now?" I closed my eyes at the sight of her. I didn't want to see her, especially at her pregnant bump. Every time I saw it, my heart hurt like I was stabbed with a sharp knife. The haunting memories from that night came to my mind. I clenched my jaws together, and something snapped in my head. I picked up the items placed on the bedside table and threw them at Andrea without even seeing what they were. Andrea's face ashen with fright, but they didn't hit her. Hendrix was quick to react, and he stood in front of her to shield her. One of the items hit him on the back. I hated them 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 dark. I hissed, "Andrea, my child is now dead. I have nothing to lose now. So. don't you dare to think that you'll be any better. You and your mother both are going to hell!" "Arianna, you're crazy. What nonsense are you talking about?" Frightened out of wits, Andrea stopped putting on her act as the good-natured girl. I held back my temper, clenching my fists tightly. I scoffed, "Crazy? Your mother should have known what I would do when she ordered people to kill me." I had nothing else to throw at her other than the chair beside me. Grabbing it up, I prepared to throw it at Andrea, to which she shrieked in response. "That's enough!" Hendrix was hefty. Snatching the chair away from my hand, he stared at me in disbelief, and he said, "Arianna, just head to look at him. I sneered, and I spoke the words with perfect pronunciation, "It's so easy for you to say, Hendrix. You think that although we lost one baby, we can still have another baby. You're putting it so lightly because you don't even have to endure the hardships of pregnancy!"