Chapter 44 I'm Here To Get You

3 months later...
MIRANA
I was watering in the garden when a doorbell rang. Well, Mom went to the market today. I wonder who the visitor is, whether Marco or whether his shrimp.
When I opened the gate, I exclaimed with delight.
"Ah! Cel!" I shouted with the jump.
"Seriously?"
"Cello, how did you find me? Did you know how I miss you so much? You didn't even make me a call at all," I whispered and laughed.
"Won't you just let me in? Should we just go outside and have a good time?" he sarcastically said.
"You are serious. Come on in," I admitted immediately but he had something in his eyes and he seemed very serious right now. He was a man of his shape, bearing, and speech.
"You sit down here first, I'll just get you a drink and let's talk right away."
"Don't bother Mirana, I have something to tell you," he said seriously as I doubted. Is he in trouble?
I sat down next to him.
"I'm not the person you thought you were before."
"What?"
"Listen to me first," my heartbeat suddenly as he looked me in the eyes. I see a different Cello.
"I'm not gay as you think Mirana. I know I lied to you but the day you saw me It was just an accident. I hope you can forgive me."
"At first Cello I was worried about whether you were gay but whatever you are I accept it," I replied.
"It's very unfortunate that you can be gay in such a physical way."
"I'm serious."
"Why are you telling me this now?"
"I love you Mirana."
I was startled as soon as I heard those words.
"Cello," that is all I can say after he confesses his feelings.
"Mirana, I am sorry that I had lied. I regret all Mirana."
"Tell me everything about you Cello," though I was also surprised by the words coming out of my mouth. This is exactly what I wanted to know. I was a bit surprised by his sudden confession.
"Christian, Christian De Luca is my real name," I was surprised to say, he was the son of a very wealthy man, the owner of the most famous Hotel overseas now known anywhere.
"I didn't make Cello, that's the nickname Mom gave me because of my deceased sister. She called me Cello as my nickname because she saw my sister in me. I tell you all this because I love you Mirana. Believe it or not, I love you. I only found out when Marco took you home. "
"Christian De Luca, your name is too expensive," I joked that I also laughed a lot because he said so much that I just paid attention.
"Mirana," he sternly said as if irritated.
"I don't know what I'm going to say, just think if you're in my situation," I sighed. He looked me in the eye and his gaze dropped to my stomach.
"Have you done your check up?" he asked, which made my heart whimper in pain.
"I was only here for the health of the child, and after my child was born I didn't know what was going to happen. There was no hope for Marco, so much for what I had done to him."
"Months?"
"8 months," I shed tears as I uttered those words.
It's been a long time. I've been here for a long time.
Several women and Marco brought him to his house. How many times has he called me a helper to every woman he brings. I heard noises in the room that were loud throughout the house. Some days I cry, some days I suffer from my sins. So I wish I could leave this house but I couldn't do anything because of my womb. Every day, hour and second I will take care of my child.
"Mirana," Marco called me in a slurry voice.
"Marco, you're wasted. I'll get you up to your room."
"Don't! Don't touch me! You slut! You whore! Bitch!"
"Marco," I stopped crying.
"I don't even know if that child you are bearing is mine. Slut!"
"Watch your words Marco."
"Why? What are you going to do? Slap me? Then do it."
"Marco"
"If you can't, you might be the one I'll slap,"
"I'll help you get to your room," when I was about to touch him a slap hit my cheek that made me fall to the floor.
"Don't touch me, filthy bitch. I can do it myself, abort that child. I can never love you again. you too. Take care of your child. Whore. "
"Mirana are you with me? Are you okay?"
"Y-yes"
"I'm here to get you. Come with me."
"Cello"
"I can take what you bring, this is not the life you always wanted, Mirana.
I know you regret the things you did before, I know you want to start over. Come with me, leave him and be with me. "
"Cello"
"No," someone whispered in a very cold voice and traced the authoritative tone.
"Marco"
MIRANA
"I'm here to get you. Come with me."
"Cello"
"I can take what you bring, this is not the life you always wanted, Mirana.
I know you regret the things you did before, I know you want to start over. Come with me, leave him and be with me. "
"Cello"
"No"
"Marco"
Marco stood near the door with no emotion on his face the man I have loved so far.
You would not think that a very handsome and kind person like him was heartless just because I had done so before.
Flashback
I was sitting under the tree watching the children as they played together with their parents. I looked at the sky that is so peaceful, the leaves that are slowly falling into the ground, and the wind that is solemnly touching my skin and waving some of my hair.
I closed my eyes as the tears were freely falling into my cheeks. I heard some footsteps coming into my direction, I didn't bother opening my eyes for I know that it is him.
He laid down in the grass and grabbed me. He placed me into his chest. I look at him and my heart skips a beat, he looks at me with full of love in his eyes. He smiled and kissed me gently in the forehead.
"Your parents huh," he said while brushing my hair.
I didn't reply but I just took a deep breath.
"They love you. Trust me," he said softly.
I don't know but I suddenly want to believe in his words.
"I love you," I can't believe that it came out of my mouth but I don't regret those words.
His eyes sparkled with happiness and suddenly hugged me tightly.
"I love you too more than you know, more than you know Mirana."
That Marco was so different today. He was so gentle, kind, loving guy but I changed all of those kinds he was now an arrogant and a dominant man.
"Who do you think you are to take what I own? And how did you get into my house?" soft questions but you can feel the tension forming in his speech.
Cello stood up in his chair and looked at Marco with no doubt in his eyes. I can feel the tension between the two of you.
"I am here to get her back."
Marco mocks a smirk and walks towards him.
"Get her back? Why? Does she owe you something? Do you have a relationship?"
"A woman should not be treated this way and she has a child-"
"You don't have the right to lecture me. She was the one who took the first step and the one who begged me for the child," he spat angrily on his face.
"Isn't that right huh Mirana?" Marco looked at me full of anger in his eyes.
"Get out of my house and never come back. You will never be welcome in my house. If you wish to see this woman, not in my house. You are making it filthy with disgust. But you can never take her, she is mine."
"I don't want to come here but I have no choice but to pat my shoes on this rug you call house. I am taking her no matter what it takes. She doesn't deserve a human like you," their palms were gripping as if ready to punch.
Cello left without a word on me but he looked at me with hope.
When Cello left, Marco immediately pulled me up. He looked at me badly and his palm wept as if for a few seconds it would strike my face. He even held the grip on my hand as if to break it, because the bruises on my body were not yet healed.
"I'm hurting Marco," I pleaded with him holding back my tears. I don't want him to see me crying. When do I get numb to his aches?
"You even brought your man right here to my house!" a loud cry echoed throughout the house.
"Don't you know how to stick to one? Why? Are you so desperate? Ha?! You're a slut!"
I couldn't cope so I cried all the time. He looked down at me as if I was just rubbish. Is that how much he hates me? The words he uttered seemed to hurt my heart several times. Painful tears came out of my eyes. I cannot stand him anymore, his words cut deeper in my heart. I cannot take it any longer. I don't care if my child has no father, I want us to be safe and the word safe is not to be with Marco. I am carrying his child, I admitted my faults but this is out of the line. I cannot risk my life to a man who does not know my worth, I know I am unworthy of his eyes but I am carrying his flesh and blood and I can't risk the life of my son in his arms.
"Are you crying? Are you not satisfied? Ha?! Is it good?!" It was a powerful thrust that knocked me to the floor. I screamed in pain.
It hurts...
"My child," I had no voice and I was sobbing in pain.
Marco faced me and tore my clothes apart like a rag. He lowered my underwear and took off his pants.
I screamed as he entered me. My eyes were now blurry. I can't even save myself, my child.
"Is this how he does!? Ha! Is it good? Answer me!"
He thrust faster this time and I just can't help but scream and scream for him to stop.
"Marco! Stop! My baby!" I was crying in pain and in pain. But I'm so sick that I feel as though I'm dizzy.
Marco stopped suddenly and looked at my thigh.
Blood...
So much blood...
I grasped my leg and looked at my hand.
"My baby-" in a matter of seconds, I suddenly lost consciousness.
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