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“London?” I asked with the deepest frown I could form on my forehead, my hands were tightly clutched to my dress which I wasn’t wearing on the hospital bed, what had happened in the last few hours?
“Yes, London,” answered casually as usual
“Why!? Does my permission matter nothing? Did anybody ask me for it? No, not even informed me about this, may I kindly be enlightened, why!?” Since the day I lost my baby, I have become more infuriated. I can’t hold my aggression back after knowing what they all have done to me. I’m not a toy but I’m always treated like one, now, even if they kill me on this, I won’t be scared, I’ve already toured the death’s entrance.
“Because you were meant to be here for a long time,” his statement only multiplied confusion. I kept giving him a resting b***h
