Chapter 5
Mia’s POV
1 held my breath as the icy water swallowed me whole but the shock was nothing compared to the pain shattering my heart into bits. My hand clutched my stomach as the water above me turned red.
The storm’s fury was now a distant hum and I knew that I was hitting the bottom of the sea.
I was going to die. My baby… The little life I had managed to make was going to die because of me. My baby did nothing wrong, it didn’t deserve my fate.
because of my dumb one–sided love.
Shouldn’t I at least struggle? Would I not feel less guilty if I at least attempted to save my baby!
A shocking pain radiated through my body as I lunged forward. My lungs burned, desperate for a grasp of air. My chest heaved as I made another lunge, my vision blurring as life slowly seeped out of me. I shook my head at once, jerking myself awake as I took sporadic kicks and claws, straining to see through the murky depths.
I wasn’t sure if what I was doing was yielding any progress but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.
More kicks followed and a sight of the faint glow above me gave me a glint of hope, a hazy view of my progress.
The pain kicked again and I felt my body drop as I delved into it subconsciously. My legs felt heavy as lead, and my body followed; it seemed as though they had decided to give up on me. The searing pain in my chest was my only motivation, and the determination to save my baby. Mustering what was left of my strength, I coerced them into movement, but I was growing weaker by the second, hence. the force of the resisting water weighed me down
I felt myself succumbing but I shook my body awake again. This wasn’t me. I don’t give up, not so easily. I hadn’t given up on Xander even though he pushed me away for five years; I hadn’t given up even though Irene showed up out of the blue and threatened me. I hadn’t given up when my childhood was filled with nothing but abuse. I had fought through the storm even though I had a phobia of it. All because I was determined.
I’ve always been a fighter; it was the only explanation for how I survived this long without any family or assistance. It was how I gained favor from my boss and ended up marrying the love of my life even though I now regretted it.
The bottom line was, I wasn’t going to die. Not today. My determination intensified and I pushed myself up again, this time with at greater force that I had no idea how it came about.
Each stroke felt like I was swimming through quicksand, but I didn’t bother to stop to see how far I had gone or nurse the pain that stabbed my organs due to the force.
Breaking through the water surface, I gasped desperately for air as the rain pounded my face. My arms flailed as I struggled to stay afloat.
As though hinting at my relaxation, my body started to drop again as the waves pulled me in and as I fought weakly, my fingers brushed against something.
Blinking rapidly to get the water out of my eyes, I reached out and grabbed the tree branch like my life depended on it. Because it did. I clung to the rough bark as I pulled myself upward, my head breaching the waterline.
I gulped as much air as I could, coughing violently as I floated. The bridge loomed above me in a blurred silhouette, Irene’s figure gone.
Kicking off my shoes, I began paddling towards the riverbank, my body shivering from the pouring rain and violent thunderclaps.
With every move, my body protested, weak and wounded but I refused to surrender. I hadn’t fought this hard just to give up all of me, I reached for the shore. My fingers closed around a rock and I hauled myself up.
Drenched and gasping. I collapsed on the damp earth, my breathing ragged.
now. With
Each moment I spent there watching the stars, my vision darkened. I felt life leaving me and the pain intensifying. My body was sore from injuries and my chest heaved both in fear and desperation. My guze drifted from the dark sky and I sighted an empty road nearby.
Flipping my body, I began crawling towards it. My arm reached forward above my head, my fingers sinking into the wet sand as I pushed my body upwards. I repeated the process, ignoring the pain that surged through me at every fruitful move. Halfway, I gave up.
unable to move anymore.
My legs had gone completely numb and death now seemed close. The rain had washed off a lot of my blood, leaving a faint trail burt. 1 continuously bled from the stabs. As I lay there, praying and hoping for a miracle, lights shune towards me.
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Chapter 3
I heard the faint sound of an incoming vehicle and my eyes started to give up. Mustering what was left of my strength. I held a hand up
and waved.
“Help… Me. Please” My voice shook with both tears and fear. Tears from the pain and fear for my baby’s life.
The headlights illuminated as the sound of the car drew closer, but I kept my eyes open even though the rest of me had given up,
The car zoomed past and my hope died, but quickly brewed again with a force when the car reversed and screeched to a halt beside
The door creaked open and when lightning struck, I saw a shadow emerging towards me.
“Mia!” A deep masculine voice called out. Oddly familiar. “Oh my goodness, Mial
Xander?
My eyes drooped but I forced it awake to glance at the person who knelt beside me. There were two of them, but I studied the one beside me. I saw his eyes, they held fear and a glint of anger as they examined me.
y vision wasn’t
His hands shook as he reached to touch me. His dark hair had a mixture of grey but I couldn’t recognize who it was. My giving me enough detail.
My throat constricted, pain and fear intertwining as I grasped his hand before he could touch me.
“Help me my baby. My voice was barely above a whisper but I could tell that he understood what I was saying.
“Don’t move. Mia. Stay with me)
It was surprising how my heart dropped when I realized that it wasn’t Xander. It was surprising how I wished that even though he had done this to me, he suddenly had a change of heart and realized he was wrong.
“Who are you?” This time my tone was thick with fear. Did Irene sense that I had regained consciousness and sent someone to finish the job
The thought had me tearing my hand off his, and a wave of panic hit me, but I couldn’t bring myself to move, to escape. My whole body had gone limp, even my voice was slowly fading.
His lips moved as he scooted closer to me but I could no longer hear his voice. From the etch on his face, I could tell he was yelling, and soon the other man stepped forward, and I was lifted from the ground.
I shook my head disapprovingly, tears streaming down my eyes that had now snapped shut and my lips quivering as I mouthed.
“My baby Save my baby…
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