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CHAPTER FIFTY
LUCIAN
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I stared down at Brie, willing her to be alright, desperately praying that our baby was safe.
I had carried her home and quickly ordered for a doctor.
She was bleeding.
I had the dreadful feeling that it was too late, miraculously as our baby had appeared, it had been too good to be true, and now it was going to leave. We would never get to know if the baby would have been a girl or a boy. Despite these negative thoughts, I desperately was clinging to a last straw of hope.
The doctor's gaze held confusion mixed with uncertainty.
"What's it?" I spoke, expecting to hear the worse from him.
"How far along was she?" He asked and a frown formed across my face, what had that to do with anything? I only wanted to know if the baby was fine.
"About four weeks." Brie provided the answer and my eyes shifted in her direction, she wet her lips, looking nervous, no doubt she was worried about this as I am.
"So that was it then." The doctor's brows pulled together as though he had suddenly drawn a conclusion.
He stared at me and I hated the sudden sympathetic look in his gaze.

"The pregnancy was quite still early, it's no wonder that the symptoms hadn't shown here."
It was my turn to stare at him in confusion with a mixture of dread that came from the fact that he'd used the past tense "WAS"

He sighed, shifting his gaze from me to Brie.
"I'm saying that despite the fact that she is bleeding, her body shows no sign of a miscarriage which can be due to the fact that she's still in an early pregnancy stage."
I stared at him unblinkingly, I didn't think I was breathing, it felt as if my heart stopped right there. In the essence of what he was saying, the baby was gone.
GONE.
The words screamed inside of my head, sending daggers diving into my chest. I could barely hear the rest of his statement.

"The bleeding will naturally stop in a few days, as for her injuries, I already prescribed some dr__" He barely finished his statement when I lunged towards him, yanking his collars.
Anguish and desperation like never before consumed me like red molten lava, a burning sensation was building behind my eyes as I roughly shoved him against the wall.
"What the hell do you mean by my baby is GONE!! Why can't you save her! You were supposed to! " I choked on the sentence, tightening my grip on his neck.
I ignored Brie's yell which was urging me to stop.
"It..wasn't my f..fault, she already suffered severe bruises! I couldn't have s..saved her." He rasped.

His words snapped something in me like a switch was suddenly put off.
It wasn't his fault. I knew exactly whose it was.
I released my grip on him and he scrambled out of the room.
I swallowed hard, meeting Brie's gaze. An unspoken understanding passed between us before she uttered the words that were already starting to haunt me.
"It wasn't your fault Lucian, Don't blame yourself." She whispered.
I didn't respond to her false statement. I marched towards the bathroom and slammed the door closed, completely at a loss of what to do with the raging turmoil brewing inside of me.
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GABRIELLE.
The doctor left the room, and so did Lucian.
Moments later, I heard the sound of the shower running.
A loud sigh of relief escaped my mouth, or was it regret?
It was sheer luck or coincidence that my period came a few days earlier, which was probably an effect of the birth control pills.
It was the first time I had seen Lucian turn pale, when the doctor had mentioned I was bleeding, he had looked absolutely horrified that I had forgotten about my own nervousness and my heart throbbed with sympathy.
The doctor had seemed confused, but in the end, everything had worked in my favor.
This would be the end of this whole pregnancy saga. I never would have expected it to end up like this. It was way better than I would ever have hoped but I couldn't dispel the strange sadness that overwhelmed me. My chest felt constricted and my mind was numb as though I had just committed a murder.
I tried to push off the bitter feeling, why did it matter to me if he felt he was to be blamed? Thinking about it clearly, he was the reason for it.
That night, I had only wanted to survive, I had not thought about the outcome of it. I didn't think he would get so attached to an imaginary baby in just a short space of time.
I should be celebrating that I had successfully misled him, but the depressed feeling was hanging over my face like some piece of cloth.
A sigh escaped my mouth as I sank further into the pillows. He might be grieving now, but I guess that he would forget about it within a few days and I would also be able to forget that this event ever happened.
I didn't know how long had passed as I lay on the bed, sleep evaded me. I couldn't help but notice that the shower was still running, it meant that Lucian was still inside.
A loud shattering sound jolted me from my thoughts, I was confused for the briefest second before I realized that the sound had come from the bathroom.
Another smashing sound had me even more alerted. I jumped to my feet, wincing at the pain the sudden movement caused.
What was that?
I stared at the bathroom door with a combination of fear and worry. He was breaking things.
I stood unmoving, unknowing of what to do if I should go to him or leave him alone. In the end, I took the most foolish decision, one that I might probably regret.

My palms rapped at the bathroom door. "Lucian? Are you alright?" I called.
No response came, except for the sound of more glass shattering.
Concern and panic kicked in and I knocked with more strength.
"Open the door, what's going on?" I yelled, maybe he didn't hear me, or otherwise chose to ignore me.
My hands went around the knob, I was surprised to find it was unlocked. I pushed the door opened and dashed inside.
The first thing my eyes saw was glass, more glass.
Oh god!
The next sight completely snatched the breath from me, I stared in horror at the wet trail of blood that followed the pieces of glasses.




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