symphony of passion

Chapter 2: Fallen

Eight Months later

Hazel's POV

Hazel huddled in the alleyway, her thin jacket offering little protection from the chill of night. She clutched her belly, trying to warm the tiny life growing inside her. The smell of rotting garbage and urine filled her nostrils, a constant reminder of her situation. She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the harsh reality.

She dipped her hand in her jacket pocket; she panicked when she couldn't find what she was looking for; her eyes began to moist, as she was accustomed to the habit of crying, knowing fully well that it might affect the life in her belly.

She decided to double her effort in looking for the only glimmer of hope in her present condition; she had to find him for the sake of her baby. After a soul searching, she found it in one of the holes in the pocket; that jacket was the only thing she was able to get from her parent's belongings; it was her only source of warmth.

She had retrieved the jacket from the attic; it was so old that it ripped with the application of little force; tears of joy streamed down her cheeks; she looked down at her protruding belly, stroking it gently with affection.

The pregnancy was the best thing that ever happened to her after all those years of cruelty and slavery, all those lonely years. Now that she's not alone, she doesn't know whether to be happy or sad. She's happy that she's free and not alone, sad because she doesn't want her baby to experience an atom of what she went through, not to mention her current situation and the future.

She held the button she retrieved from her pocket, admiring it deeply; she knew it cost a lot. Judging from the materials used, anyone with eyes could tell that it is indeed expensive. It was made from pure gold and the diamonds on it are real.

"I hope he accepts us" she whispered sadly.

"I hope he takes responsibility as he promised," she whispered again, caressing her bump.

Her stomach rumbled, calling for food for only god knows how many times. She walked towards her 'so-called' shelter with wobbly legs. She just hopes the chef remembers her today.

The city was always lively, especially at night time. The city was sparkling from all dimensions, shining from all corners.

She sighed heavily and walked towards a garbage can located at the back of a restaurant.

"Hi, pitch," Carlos, the only person who helped me without ulterior motives, greeted me with a smile.

He thinks I am crazy, though, and I don't blame him coz no human in his or her right sense will sleep beside a garbage can and eat from the remains of the restaurant's guests.

'Yes, the garbage can is my so-called shelter ever since I got kicked out of my own home. '

Carlos has been nice, ever since he saw me hungrily stuffing anything my mouth could take from the garbage can directly .... ....................... ........................

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"Hey, are you crazy? how could you be eating rotting things and ..................."

I don't know what happened that made him stop shouting at me.

He remained rooted to the spot like he'd seen a ghost. I became worried, I couldn't help but think something happened to him. I admit I looked scary with all the food around my mouth, giving a disgusting view, dirty and messy hair, red and puffy eyes, a protruding belly, and tattered clothes; hell, I looked like a mad zombie, eating like a beast that hasn't fed for centuries.

I decided to check if he was okay, but I was weak to the core; my legs wouldn't move.

His voice stopped me from making another attempt.

"You're pregnant!!!!!" He exclaimed.

I was startled at first, I wanted to run but my legs wouldn't faze. He ran back to the restaurant. I felt relieved, thinking he had left for good, but no, he came back with something wrapped in foil and handed it to me.

I reluctantly took it from him, I unwrapped it, two burgers were in it I was scared, but I didn't care because I was too hungry to listen to my heart or head.

I munched everything in no time.

"Thank you," I said, but it came rather like a whisper, but he still heard me.

I could now see him, an average-height man in his late forties wearing an apron, his grey eyes scanning me, his thin lips curled into a smile.

"What's your name dear?."He asked

"Hazel," I said weekly

"Ok, how about the pitch? "he asked

"Eitch," I whispered more to myself. I nodded in agreement, calling me by the first letter of my name.

"Ok pitch, from today, no more garbage food, okay!?" he said.

"I will be giving you food every day for the sake of your tiny, um, baby," he added when he noticed my confusion.

Don't blame me, am not used to people treating me like that.

"Am Carlos Patrick by the way."

"Carlos will do"He added

After a long thought, I nodded in agreement.

"For the baby" I whispered to myself.

That was with Carlos's first meeting, back to the present.

Carlos gave me my food, I thanked him, and he Left. I finished eating and decided to call it a day. I lay in the trash, ready to sleep, when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach.

I quickly got up; it was not very late, so I could go to the clinic. I thought it was 9 pm until I heard a couple say it was midnight. I never kept track of time because I didn't even have anything to do with time.

I was too busy, my mind in turmoil; I had to get to the hospital ASAP, and I didn't see a coming car until it was too late. My vision blurred as I gave in to darkness.

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Aiden's POV

I was lost in my internal monologue when my driver halted abruptly, making me angrier.

I felt a sharp pain in my chest, I clutched my tux, unbuttoning it, but the pain became. Severe.

Earlier today, I had a weird feeling; I felt like I was losing a part of myself, Someone I love.

Speaking of a loved one, no one but myself, I love no one. My parents.

Wait, what!?, love ones my foot. I believe I fell from the sky empty-handed, not with a silver spoon in my mouth; I worked my ass to where I am today.

I hate inconveniences, I wanted to check on my grandparents before retiring to my villa. And now, the asshole of a driver is wasting my time.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" I snapped harshly at my driver. He shrank in fear, shuddering.

"S.........Si........Sir.. w .. we.."

"WHAT?!!! " I cut him off; he couldn't construct a simple sentence, for f**k's sake.

Mark, my bodyguard, opened the passenger seat, and he entered, looking like he was running a marathon.

" Sir our car hit a Lady. " He said looking distressed.

"Yeah, so? "I asked unbothered.

"She is pregnant, sir," He added.

"Take her to the hospital, and don't bother me anymore," I said nonchalantly.

"Yes sir." He answered and left.

He joined one of my bodyguard's cars trailing behind me and left for the hospital.

"Take me to the villa," I commanded. The moment he ignited the engine, I felt the pain in my chest increasing.

Some peculiar force was pulling my mind, a voice in my head screaming, telling me to go to the hospital.

"Turn the car," I said weakly

"Sir? Are you okay?" My driver, Jaden, said; I could sense worry in his voice.

"Follow Mark, to the hospital".I said

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