Chapter Two
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Later That Day.
Sydney's eyes fluttered open, rays of light from the setting sun bathed her eyes as the opened.
She gave the room an overall survey and the memory from earlier came flooding her mind.
“Fiona” her baby was admitted her, how dare she sleep when her child was still sick. She had effectively filtered out the news she heard before falling unconscious.
She left the bed in a haste but the IV drip connected to her hand drew her back. She looked down at it and pulled it out not minding the blood trail that followed.
She hurried out, checking each ward for her child through the transparent circle on the door. Other people present, gave her weird looks but she didn't care, all that matters right now was finding her daughter.
She was about getting to the elevator what Nessarose came rushing to her. She had gone to the pharmacy to get the medicine prescribed for Sydney.
“What are you doing?” she asked reaching out to her to hold her in place. Her eyes caught the dried up blood trail behind her and on her hand and tears clouded her vision.
“Aunt Nessa” Syndey called her as she always did but this time it wasn't with a sweet smile.
“Where is my Fiona, I can't find her ward.“ she said still looking around like she would magically see the ward before her eyes settled on Nessarose's face.
“I am such a bad mother, how can I sleep when my child is sick, hmm. Take me to Fiona and I will apologize to her for what I did.“ She rambled hitting her head with her palm and Nessarose couldn't helps the tears that left her eyes in single lines.
“Why are you crying, I am sorry for sleeping. Please don't cry. Just take me to Fiona, she must be crying now, I have to breastfeed her. She hasn't eaten since last night, she must be hungry.“ she said as she saw her tears, rubbing her hands against Nessarose's.
“Fiona didn't cry, she is a good girl” She said wiping her face and Sydney smiled.
“Of course, she is my angel, now I can't waste any more time, I need to see her and feed her, hmm” she said her eyes beaming with love for her daughter.
“I am dying to see my Fifi, take me to her” she pulled on Nessarose's hands.
“Sydney, she is sleeping.“ Nessarose said but Sydney turned a deaf ear and still dragged her towards the elevator.
“Sydney, please calm down. Fiona isn't here.“ Nessarose said and let go of her hands. Sydney stopped in her tracks and turned to face her.
“What are you saying?” she asked.
As if realizing, she added with a bright smile.“Oh, you mean they moved her to a better ward because she got better right?“
Nessarose couldn't bring herself to tell her. Instead she suggested…
“Let's go to the doctor's office, he said that he has something to tell you, let me take you to him first''
Sydney didn't ask anymore questions and just followed her to the doctor's office.
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Doctor's office.
Sydney sat across the doctor, Nessarose beside her.
“So you are telling me that my daughter is dead and these are her clothes.“ She said, the doctor didn't reply.
“You must be joking” she let out a short pain filled laugh.
“Where is the camera, this is a prank. It must be, if not, I am going to kill myself.“ she shouted but choked on her tears.
Nessarose held her hand but she shrugged her off. She stood up and left the office, tears dropping like large raindrops. She half ran across the hallway. She soon found herself in the paediatric ward.
She saw young mothers like herself and the pain intensified. She held her chest and dropped to the ground, her breaths coming out in short gasps.
“ My baby” was all she could say. The people passing by, had pity etched on their faces, while she lay motionlessly there, oblivious of her surrounding.
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The Next Day.
Funeral Ground.
Sydney stood, dry-eyed as she stared at the tiny tomb stone, she was totally numb right now, she had exhausted all the tears in her tear duct. Ma'am Nessarose stood by her, her eyes red from crying.
Today, they held a small funeral service for her daughter, it was only her, aunt Nessarose and the priest that were present.
Damian didn't even show up for the last two days. He was probably somewhere drinking, gambling and shagging some slut.
As the priest said the final blessings, tears streaked down her face but no sound left her quivering lips.
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Later That Day (Damian's House)
“Sydney, Sydney .“ Damian thundered, his voice ringing through the the entire house but got no response.
“Sydney, that b**h.“ He said as he made his way to the wine cellar, taking out one of his expensive wine.
He poured it out into the wine glass. He mumbled some incoherent words as he took a sip from the glass.
“Where did that b**h go. When she comes back, I am gonna place her where she belongs.“ He muttered as he drank from his glass.
Sydney walked into the house a while later, with aunt Nessarose.
“Should I stay, just to be safe “ Nessarose offered as she saw Damian drinking from where they stood, rage radiating off his body, but Sydney shook her head, her eyes on his back.
“I will handle him myself, don't worry” she assured and aunt Nessarose sighed heading upstairs but not going all the way up.
Sydney inhaled and exhaled, gathering all the courage she could muster, she walked towards him. By now he was already half drunk.
“Damian” she called out trying to sound firm, but there was a slight tremble in it. He smirked before turning to her.
“So, you decided to come home after frolicking with those bastards outside, you w***e” he said, walking to her and slapping her face repeatedly, just enough to hurt and it did.
“Damian, please not now, not today” she said ignoring the sting in her cheek from the slap. Damian on the other hand, let out a psychotic laugh making her flinch.
“You must be kidding right?“ he smile sending chills down her spine. All her courage was gone, she shook her head, indicating that she was serious, a frightened look on her face.
“Are you mad” he spat gracing her face with a slap that sent her to the ground and flying across the sitting room.
“Damian” Aunt Nessarose called, rushing to Sydney.
“Stay out of this, Nessa.“ He said disrespectfully. He pulled Sydney from her hold and dragged her to their room. Nessarose followed them up but Damian slammed the door in her face.
“Damian, don't do anything stupid” she screamed but was replied by Sydney's muffled scream. In panic she called the police.
In no time they came storming the house, they climbed up the stairs as directed by Nessarose.
They broke the door down and the sight that greeted them was an unconscious Sydney and Damian whipping her with his belt, his eyes bloodshot red.
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