RUN
1238 Words
Mara’s POV
The world didn’t feel real anymore.
Not the hospital lights.
Not the cold bed beneath me.
Not even the soft cry of my baby somewhere down the hall.
Everything felt blurry.
Too bright.
Too loud.
And then the doctor read the results.
“Paternity analysis… 99.98% match with Adrian Black.”
A thick silence swallowed the room. I wasn’t expecting anything other than that. Adrian was the only one who had me in his bed. I only wished I could look at his face right now and see how he’d react after hearing the truth.
Serena’s lips curled in slow satisfaction.
Elias stiffened beside me.
The guards stepped closer like they were waiting for a command.
I couldn’t breathe.
So the child really was Adrian’s.
But that didn’t matter—
not when Serena stepped forward and said, in that icy voice:
“Now we take custody. Mara, you’ll sign whatever papers we bring. The Black heir belongs with his bloodline.”
“No,” I whispered.
My throat burned.
“No, please—please don’t take him from me—”
“Why are you taking my child away from me? Adrian and mother Cassidy were the ones who felt I was lying about the paternity of the child but now you have seen that I wasn’t lying so why do you still want to take my child away from me?”
Serena didn’t even bother faking sympathy.
“You are more stupid and naive than I thought. So you think Adrian ever loved you?.” She chuckled softly and mockingly. “All he wanted from you was a child and though I don’t know why he wanted it to be from you because to me you are not even worthy to birth the heir of the Black empire”
I flinched.
“He never loved you” these words kept resounding in my ears. I couldn’t believe what I heard. I couldn’t believed that I was used by Adrian all these while.
“No you are lying! Adrian loves me. He does!”
“Fool! You are even more stupid and ignorant than I thought. Have you stopped to wonder why he left and abandoned you when you felt the child wasn’t his?” She came closer gawking me straight in the eyes “ that’s because he didn’t see any reason being with you. The main reason he was with you was because of the child and trust me I don’t even know why he stayed with you for that longer just for a baby from your cursed womb”
I became completely numb.
She smirked.
“Take him.”
The guard moved.
I felt myself shaking so hard the bed rattled.
My body was weak.
My stitches hurt.
I could barely sit up.
But inside, something snapped.
Elias stepped forward sharply.
“Serena, stop. She’s not stable enough—”
“This is not your decision,” Serena cut in.
“Escorting the baby is standard procedure. The hospital is under our authority.”
The guard walked out to the neonatal ward.
Serena turned to leave—
Elias leaned close to me, whispering fast and low:
“If they take him now, you will never hold him again.”
My vision blurred with pure panic.
“What do I do—Elias, what do I do?”
His voice was steady, but his eyes were burning.
“You leave.”
Leave.
Run.
Escape.
With my newborn?
Bleeding?
Barely conscious?
“I can’t,” I choked.
“I can’t even walk—”
“You can,” he said, gripping my hand hard.
“Because a mother can do anything when someone tries to steal her child.”
My throat tightened.
He let go and stood up.
“I’ll create a distraction. When I tell you to move—MARA, you move. No questions.”
I nodded.
Not because I was brave—
but because I had no choice.
Serena walked out, calling someone on her phone.
Elias followed behind her, calm… too calm.
Seconds later—
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The fire alarm shrieked through the building.
Nurses screamed.
Doors unlocked.
Lights flashed red.
Serena spun around.
“What the hell—”
Elias burst back into my room.
“Mara! NOW!”
I tore the IV out.
Blood dripped down my wrist.
Pain stabbed through my abdomen, but adrenaline drowned it.
I grabbed the oversized nurse coat Elias threw at me, wrapped it around my gown, and staggered to my feet.
The hallway was chaos—nurses running, smoke detectors blaring, people shouting.
Elias took my arm and guided me, half-carrying me.
“My baby,” I gasped.
“Where is he—where—”
“Neonatal ward,” he said. “Come on.”
We turned a corner—
Serena appeared from the opposite side, eyes blazing.
“MARA! Get back here!”
My blood went cold.
Elias shoved me toward the stairwell.
“Go! I’ll block her!”
“No—Elias—”
“GO!”
I pushed the door open and stumbled down the stairs, nearly falling.
My stitches screamed.
I tasted blood in my mouth from breathing too hard.
At the lower exit, Elias grabbed my wrist and pulled me through.
We burst into the neonatal ward through the emergency door.
Two guards were there.
“STOP!”
Elias didn’t hesitate.
He slammed one into a cabinet and yanked the other away from the incubator.
I ran to my baby.
My legs almost gave out.
He was crying softly, tiny fists trembling.
“Oh my God…”
Tears blurred everything.
“I’m here, I’m here, I’m here…”
I lifted him gently against my chest.
Elias wrapped a blanket around him and pulled me toward the emergency exit at the back of the ward.
But then—
“Elias. Mara. STOP.”
Serena stood in the hallway.
Cold.
Calm.
Merciless.
Behind her, more guards sprinted in.
My heart slammed into my ribs.
“No. No, no, no—”
Elias whispered, “When I say run, you run straight to the back door.”
“I can’t—Elias, I can’t outrun—”
“You can.”
The guards sped up.
Serena raised her hand—
Elias grabbed a metal tray and threw it across the floor.
The guards slipped.
Serena swore.
“RUN!”
I clutched my baby and sprint-limped down the corridor.
Every step felt like knives slicing my skin.
My breath was ragged.
I felt faint.
Behind me, Elias tackled a guard.
“MARA, DON’T STOP!”
I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
I shoved the back door open—
Cold air slapped my face.
I turned back—
guards poured into the hallway.
Serena’s voice echoed:
“BRING ME THAT CHILD!”
I ran faster.
Elias burst through the door behind me.
“This way!” he shouted.
We sprinted behind the hospital, toward the staff parking lot.
A small, old rust-colored truck sat there.
He opened the door.
“Get in!”
I climbed in, clutching my baby so tightly he whimpered.
Elias jumped in, slammed the door shut, and turned the ignition.
Guards flooded into the parking lot.
“STOP THE CAR!”
Elias stepped on the gas.
The truck jerked forward before shooting down the back road, tires screeching.
The hospital shrank behind us.
I exhaled a breath that shattered into sobs.
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