A PAINFUL LOSS.
1439 Words
Chapter 04.
A PAINFUL LOSS.
Kara's POV.
“Sweetheart?” the voice came.
I turned, and found my dad standing at a distance.
“Dad.” I called in a broken voice as I righted myself from the chair which I was sitting on.
“Come here, sweetheart.” he said, opening his arms as he walked towards me.
“Dad.” I cried as I embraced him.
“I am here now, you don't have to cry anymore.” he said, stroking my hair with a hand as he hugged me. “Don't cry sweetheart. Everything's going to be fine.”
“I am scared.” I cried, tightening my arms around him. “I don't want anything to happen to her.”
“I am here now sweetheart.” he said. “Nothing is going to happen to her. She's going to be fine.”
“The doctor says it's serious.” I sobbed.
“Hey, look at me.” he said, framing my face with his hands as he looked into my eyes. “It doesn't matter what the doctor said. If there's one thing I know about your mom, then it's that she's a strong woman; she's going to make it out alive.”
“And what if she doesn't?” I asked, blinking back tears. “The doctor says it's a 50:50 chance. He says there's every chance that she might not make it out alive.”
“Are you going to believe the doctor's words, or mine?” he asked, looking me in the eyes. “I am the one who married her, and I've been with her all these years. So, if anyone knows her that much, then it has to be me.”
He wiped off the tears on my face with his hand as he smiled.
“The doctor is only doing is job, alright?” he added, nodding his head. “However, I know your mom is a strong woman. She's going to come out of this alive.”
“Dad…” I called, swallowing the lump in my throat.
“You believe me, don't you?” he asked, sweeping off the tumbling hair from my forehead. “Your mom is going to make it out alive. I'm sure of that. However, I need you to wipe your tears.”
“Alright.” I sniffled, wiping my face with the back of my hands. “I believe you dad.”
“That's my girl.” he pulled me in, and hugged my again. “It is going to fine.”
Just then, I heard the sounds of footsteps approaching from behind.
“Mr Jayne?” the voice came from behind.
I withdrew myself from my dad, and turned back. It was the doctor.
“If you don't mind, I'd like to see you in my office.” he said with both hands in the pockets of his scrub. “We need to talk.”
“Come on, sweetheart.” he said, holding my hand.
“Uh, alone please.” the doctor said. “I had like to see you alone.”
“I will be back soon sweetheart.” he said, letting go of my hand. “Just wait right here for me.”
I watched as he walked towards the doctor, and together they walked down the hallway until they were out of sight. I sighed, and turned around. But as I did, I found Nathaniel standing at the entrance of the hospital.
My skin crawled with dread. I formed my hands into a fist as I watched him walk towards me. For one, I didn't want to believe that he was cursed because thinking about it, it just didn't make any sense listening to all that'd happened because of him.
I mean, that was a lot for a lifetime. But then, having become a victim, I didn't need anyone to tell me that he was really cursed.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, blinking back tears. “Besides, how did you find me?”
“The mark.” he said, shrugging a shoulder.
“Silly me.” I said, hitting my face with a hand. “I should have known. So, what are you doing here?”
“You just left.” he said. “I got worried. I had to search for you.”
“You didn't have to.” I said, shaking my head as tears burned in my eyes. “You should have just stayed where you were.”
“Kara…” he called, trying to take a step forward.
“Don't you dare.” I warned, my voice matching the hardness of my gaze. “You know what? I think it's true: you're cursed.”
“No, Kara, I'm not.” he said. “You have to believe me.”
“My mom is in a critical condition few minutes after you showed up in my life!” I yelled, pointing at the operating room behind me. “And you want me to believe that you aren't cursed, really? The doctor says she has a 50:50 percent chance of survival. What am I supposed to do with that.”
“I really don't know what to say to you right now.” he said.
“Good. Because I want you to leave right now.” I said with a cold gaze. “I have no idea what's going to happen to me next. So, please just go.”
“Kara…”
“I am sure you heard me, just go!” I said, raising my voice at him. “I don't want to see you ever again! Just go, please!”
“You need to hear me out, please.” he said in a soft voice. “I am not responsible for what happened to your mom. I have no idea why this keeps happening.”
“That is because you're cursed.” I said, speaking through my teeth with forced restraint. “Is it that difficult for you to understand? You're cursed. Terrible things happen when you're around.”
“At least, allow me stay with you for a few minutes.” he said.
“Don't you get it?” I asked, my voice sounding strained all of a sudden. “I don't want to see you; I don't need you anywhere around me. So, please leave. If you don't, I'm going to call the cops on you.”
“Alright, alright, I'm leaving.” he said, taking some steps back with his hands raised up. “You don't have to call the cops.”
“Good. Just go.” I said, watching him move back.
He turned around, and then walked towards the exit. I watched him until he walked out through the door to be sure that he'd really gone, and hadn't stopped to wait outside for me.
I settled on the chair, and pushed my hands through my hair as I sobbed. If I'd known better, then I wouldn't have allowed his blood to drop on my forehead. I would have just left the hall after Dylan rejected me.
Thinking of all the ways that I could have avoided being Nathaniel's mate, I hit my head with a hand.
“You don't have to do that, sweetheart.” my dad said, standing right next to me. “You will only hurt yourself.”
“Dad.” I got from the chair, and looked past him.
Just then, I saw the doctor leaving his office.
”What did the doctor say?” I asked, bringing my gaze back to him.
“Uh, you need to sit down sweetheart.” he said with a brief smile.
“No, I don't want to sit.” I said, shaking my head. “I have been sitting since I got here, I don't want to sit anymore.”
“Alright.” he said, his voice breaking. “I am sorry sweetheart. The doctors really did their best.”
“No, no.” I shook my head while blinking back tears. “That can't be. Please, tell me it's not true. Tell me it's not true!”
“I am sorry, sweetheart. She's dead.” he said. “She died some minutes ago.”
“No, that can't be.” I sobbed, burying my face against his throat. “I can't lose her.”
“I know, and I'm hurt too.” he said, stroking my hair. “But there's nothing we can do. She put up a good fight, it just wasn't good enough. You should go say your goodbye.”
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