Isadora Serrano
1320 Words
“You f*****g let that b***h inside my house!” Fermin’s voice thundered through the mansion. He pulled Lucia by the hair, her face barely unrecognizable at the point where he had beaten the crap out of her. It was something which was anticipated, Lucia had braced herself for this, but she didn’t know that it would get out of hand quickly.
She could heavily taste her own blood, but she still managed to plead a plea that Fermin would leave her and not end up killing her.
“What did you tell her, huh? Did you complain to her on how I have been treating you badly, is that what you told her?” Another slap hit her face, it was hard, precise, and intended. Her face was thrown to the ground, her head hitting the marble floor.
Though the hall was empty, Lucia knew that eyes were watching. Fermin picked her up again, forcing her to look at him. “f*****g pray, Lucia, pray hard that I don’t catch that w***e sister of yours, because I will f*****g rip her limb by limb before killing her.” He shoved her away.
She whimpered, holding her huge stomach, where everything was hurting. Her whole body screaming out.
“f*****g useless!” Fermin kicked her hard on her stomach, where his eyes were bloodshot. She yelled out uncontrollably, her hands wrapped protectively around her stomach, but it wasn’t enough to hinder her inhumane husband from hitting her. “I will f*****g kill you one day, Lucia, mark my words.”
And that was faintly what Lucia heard him say last before everything around her evaporated, her consciousness fading away from her as this time, her body shut down, unable to handle the violation.
Her head was pounding hard, where she was inhaling and exhaling loudly, the oxygen mask covered her nose. Fluttering, her eyes opened, where the lights were blinding. She was at the hospital, and immediately, it triggered something in her, she reached for her stomach. The flash and images of Fermin’s brutality flooded her head.
Her baby, her baby was still there, still… flowed her eyes. Her baby was so strong.
“It’s good that you have regained consciousness, Mrs. Fermin,” spoke the doctor, where Lucia hadn’t noticed when he entered the room, and he didn’t come alone. Fermin was there too. He was expressionless but calmly stared at her.
Her body entered panic mode at the sight of her abuser. Her hands held her stomach, her breathing pounced into another unhealthy pace, where she stared at him, unable to breathe.
Her vision cleared just enough to catch sight of him—Fermin. Standing a few feet away. Arms crossed. Eyes dark and unreadable. His face was calm, too calm, like the storm had passed but left a crater in its wake. He looked at her like she was nothing. No remorse. No guilt. Just cold calculation.
Lucia’s breath hitched. Her entire body tensed. Her arms instinctively wrapped around her swollen belly, the motion slow and shaky.
The oxygen mask fogged up with every panicked breath she took.
“Breathe, Mrs. Fermin,” the doctor urged. “You need to stay calm.”
Calm?
She couldn’t be calm. Not with the monster who did this to her standing like he owned her life, like he hadn’t nearly killed her and what she held most dear.
The doctor paused before speaking again. His face tightened, his eyes hesitant.
“I’m sorry to inform you both…” He glanced at Fermin, who gave a stiff nod as if to hurry him along. “We have to make a choice. If we delay the procedure, we risk losing both mother and child. Her vitals are unstable. There’s internal trauma. Extensive damage.”
Lucia’s blood turned to ice.
“What are you saying?” she asked hoarsely, each word scraping against her dry throat.
“You either save the baby… or the mother,” the doctor said.
A deafening silence filled the room.
Lucia blinked, her mind refusing to comprehend. She looked at Fermin, begging him silently.
Save my baby. Please, save my child.
But Fermin didn’t even flinch.
He stepped forward, placing a hand on the doctor’s shoulder. “Do whatever it takes to save my wife,” he said smoothly. “I can’t live without her.”
Lucia’s lips parted in disbelief. Her heart twisted.
“No…” Her voice broke. “No—please—don’t take my baby…”
She tried to sit up, but her body screamed in protest. The pain was overwhelming—sharp, unforgiving, spreading like wildfire through her abdomen. Her fingers clutched the sheet. Her eyes pleaded.
“Fermin, please—I want my baby—don’t let them take—” Her voice cracked into a sob. “Don’t let them take my baby from me.”
Fermin stepped closer. He bent down, leaned in like a lover about to whisper sweet nothings. But his breath against her cheek was like frost.
“You’ll thank me later,” he murmured, loud enough only for her to hear. “I’m not saving that bastard child, after all, you’re my precious wife.”
Lucia shook her head, her eyes wide with horror. “You bastard—” she choked, coughing violently. “You don’t get to decide this—it’s mine—”
But her words dissolved. Her vision blurred, tears flooding down her temples as monitors began to beep erratically.
“Doctor—she’s crashing—” a nurse called.
The oxygen mask was pushed back over her face. Everything became noise.
Beeping.
Yelling.
The echo of Fermin’s voice, cool and composed:
“Do the surgery. Now.”
“No—” Lucia whispered, her soul trying to cling to what her body couldn’t. “My baby…”
Her world spun.
The last thing she remembered was the soft press of the mask over her nose again and the unbearable sound of her own heartbeat slowing.
Darkness took her.
———-
“Isadora…. Isa….” Lucia heard someone calling the name, which made her body gently shake, a spitting headache piercing her head. Slowly, she opened her eyes, her heart dropped, and immediately, she reached for her stomach, but it was flat. Her baby!
“What the heck, Isadora, you f*****g scared me. If you want to f*****g end your life, please inform your grandfather about it.” Lucia saw the unfamiliar face before her, and it had her face frowning.
“I’m not Isadora! And where’s my baby! Where’s my child! Where did Fermin take it!” That was the only thing which Lucia could process, she refused to believe that her child was gone.
Lucia clutched her head. Her memories were tangled—blood, screaming, the hospital, Fermin’s voice telling them to save her over the baby.
“Have you f*****g lost it, Isadora? What are you talking about? Did you hit your head? Which baby and who the f**k is Fermin? Are you high?” And before Lucia could even grasp what the boy was saying, her body jerked, her eyes widened.
The door burst open, and a man who was covered in blood stepped in, where he charged towards her with no single sanity in his orbs. It was dead on head.
Her hair was roughly grabbed by the man, and her body turned cold when he brought out a gun, pressing it on her head.
“How f*****g dare you play with my daughter, Isadora!” Sylvester growled, where he wasn’t even thinking straight. His daughter was in a critical condition because this f*****g b***h had fed her a drug.
Confusion wrecked Lucia because she didn’t even know this man, and she didn’t know why they were calling her Isadora! She only wanted her child back!
“I’m not Isadora!” she screamed at the man.
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