Divorce!
1640 Words
LAYLA
"I don't think it is alright to take her blood, Mr. Bastian. She just miscarried and has lost a lot of blood. We can get Miss Rina's type of blood in the blood bank. You just need to pay for the transfusion. It is free," A baritone voice wafted into my ear, invading the serenity I was getting from my unconsciousness.
"I don't care, doctor. I don't want anyone else's blood. I want her blood. Rina said she wanted her blood. She should pay for trying to hurt her," Bastian insisted, lines of veins vivid in his skin as anger dominated him.
The voice became so strong and aggressive that I was forced to open my eyes. "Bastian!" I called weakly, blinking as I attempted to stabilize my sight.
His eyes darkened, and he became angrier when he saw me awake. He rushed to me and pierced his icy eyes into my eyes. "How do you feel after hurting Rina the second time? Oh! I could swear you feel bad since she isn't dead like you wanted," he growled, animosity in his eyes.
A part of my brows creased. "What do you mean, Bastian?"
Was I missing something here? If I could remember vividly, Rina was the one who pushed me down the stairs. How did I end up hurting her?
"Don't feign ignorance with me, Layla. It will only reveal how wicked and pathetic you are. And it disgusts me so much," he spat.
"Rina pushed me down the stairs, Bastian. If there is anyone who should be angry, then it should be me. I don't understand where your anger is coming from," I muttered, still trying to wrap my head around what was going on... He must be mistaken. I was the victim, but why was he accusing me of a crime I didn't commit?
"Spare me your lies, Layla. You pushed her against the wall. Now, she has lost a lot of blood, and she needs another pint of blood," he said. "Doc, take her to the lab and take some of her blood," he ordered.
"I don't think you heard me right, Mr. Bastian. She just miscarried a pregnancy, and she has lost a lot of blood. We cannot take any of her blood." The doctor repeated the same statement I overheard in my unconsciousness, which I didn't pay attention to.
My brows creased. "Doctor, what... What do you mean by that statement? I miscarried what?" I stuttered, beads of sweat shrouding me. My hands got sweaty and my body shook tremendously. Inwardly, I prayed that he would tell me it was a joke. He would tell me he was lying.
"I am sorry, Mrs. Layla. You lost the baby. He didn't survive the violent fall." The doctor asserted, and instantly tears trickled unheeded down my face.
Getting up, I walked to the doctor and held his hospital coat. "No... No...," I shook my head with my quivering lips. "It can't be true. Please, save my child. Please... Do everything to save my child, please," I pleaded, clutching his coat tightly.
He held my hands, probed into my eyes, and shook his head. I could see the negativity in his eyes. I knew what he wanted to say. "I am sorry, Mrs. Layla. We couldn't do a lot since you were still in your first trimester," he explained, and my hands suddenly left his coat.
"Ah!" I staggered backward, but the doctor was quick and kind enough to hold me before I could collapse on the floor. "Ah!" I repeated, following the doctor's action as he helped me to sit on the bed. "Ah!"
I was perplexed. A lump of tears clogged my throat and constricted my heart. I couldn't breathe properly. I wanted to shout, but it was as though my voice had been locked. I lost my child. The only gift I thought I could get from this loveless marriage. That woman killed my child.
Tears and snot trickled down my face and nostrils without restriction. My heart felt like I was being hit by a hammer. Why did I wake up from my unconsciousness? Why didn't I die from the fall too? Why do I have to witness the pain that comes from losing one's child? She didn't even let me hold him. Rina didn't let me hold the baby in my hands before killing him. I haven't felt his first kick. I didn't even know what the fetus looked like before she took him away from me.
"Ah!" I exclaimed. I was perplexed. My head was void of words.
"Take her to the lab, doctor. Rina needs some blood as soon as possible," I heard Bastian say, and I lost it immediately.
"You must be a bastard, Bastian. You are such a despicable, evil human." I sprang up, standing head-on with him and spitting in his face. I was fearless. I didn't think something more painful than losing my first child existed.
"Layla!!!" He shouted, his eyes reddening and fireballs rolling in them.
"Bastian Avery!!!" I yelled back. "You are a heartless, cheap, attention-seeking bastard! I lost my child... Your child... and you showed no remorse. The only thing you are after is the well-being of your snake of a girlfriend. Where is Rina?" I hissed and walked out of his presence to Rina's room.
I knew the room that had been preserved for her since that was the place she always stayed whenever she was there for a checkup or a monthly blood transfusion.
Bastian and the doctor shared glances and ran after me. Before they could reach me, I stormed into Rina's ward and locked the door behind me.
"Auntie Layla... You are finally awake," Rina muttered weakly, her face looking pale and her lips whitish. I couldn't help but envy her makeup skills. She could easily turn herself into a patient and a princess.
"Yes, Rina. I am awake to make you feel what I am feeling right now," I told her, stopping in front of her.
She scrunched her face in confusion. "Aunt..." The remaining words got stuck in her throat when I raised my hand and struck her face thrice consecutively. A drop of tears fell from her eyes.
I grabbed her hair and pulled it aggressively. She shouted and struggled with me, but I didn't let go. The more I remembered that I had lost my baby, the more furious I became.
"Yeah! Let me go. Leave my hair, you psycho. Have you lost your mind after losing your child?" She cried, tears rushing out of her eyes unheeded.
"Yes! I have lost my mind," I spat, letting go of her hair. "Clasped your teeth," I warned and again slapped her thrice consecutively before she could recover from the initial shock.
Bastian and the doctor banged on the door continuously. I knew they must be shouting, but I was too engrossed in the punishment I was giving Rina to hear.
Blood spewed out of her mouth and nose. I grabbed her hair, pulled her out of the bed with it, and took her to the wall.
"This is for the bundle of joy you took away from me," I announced and started hitting her mouth against the wall. "This is for every pain you've caused me for three years..."
*****
"Are you out of your mind, Layla? Do you really want to kill Rina openly? You've got some nerves, I must say." Bastian blasted, fire radiating from his eyes and mouth, but my gaze was indifferent. I stared at him like he was some sort of actor.
"You should be thankful that I was stopped by the people at the hospital before I injured you myself," he shouted, pointing fingers at me.
Everyone was in the living room—Hazel, her mother, and Rina, who was sitting prettily in the wheelchair with swollen lips and eyes.
Still, I didn't react.
He removed the papers in the brown envelope he was holding and put them in front of me. "Sign the divorce papers and leave this instance. I have had enough of your trouble," he announced.
Before the papers could reach the table, I took them from him and stretched my hand, "Give me a pen."
There were lines of shock on everyone's faces. They glanced at one another in surprise. They must have thought I wouldn't divorce him. Never! Not after what he had done to me.
He flung a pen at me and hissed. "Don't even think you can act strong in front of everyone and beg me secretly. Just leave the moment you sign the papers," he ordered.
Without sparing him a glance, I input my signature in the required places on the papers and stood up. "You all will pay for the death of my child. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth..." I paused, moved closer to Rina, and smirked, "And a life for a life." It came out as a breathy whisper. Rina raised her head, looked into my eyes, and she almost froze in her seat. There were fears in her eyes.
"Your alimony will be paid to your account," Bastian muttered, and I chuckled.
"Oops! You can use that for your beloved face surgery. I don't think she can ever recover from the wounds I inflicted on her beautiful face. She will surely need face surgery to reactivate her self-esteem so that she can continue to snatch other women's men," I told him, removed my phone from my pocket, and dialed a number.
The receiver picked up at the second ring.
"Come and pick me up. I am done with this godforsaken f*****g annoying family," I muttered, and the call ended immediately.
Everyone was shocked. They must be wondering what I was about to do.
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