Chapter 25
Sienna:
The moment my feet touched the cool floor outside the infirmary, I hesitated. It felt surreal. It was almost impossible for me to
process the fact that I was out of there, that I was free to roam around without anyone monitoring me the way that they did
For days, that sterile room had been my prison, the walls closing in with every passing second, suffocating me. But now, here I
was, free to walk, though I knew that freedom was an illusion.
Within this pack, within these grounds. 1 knew that freedom was going to be something that I was going to be looking for. It was going to be something that I was deprived from. And no matter how hard I wanted to deny it, I was not going to be able to do so.
Each one of them wanted something from me and that’s something was very obvious and clear. Damon wanted me to leave, to give him my daughter. His father, however, believed that I was wrong with what I was doing. And then there was his mother, who
I knew would do anything to stop me from doing anything that would be stupid, or at least something that you would deem or believe to be stupid.
And finally, there was Lysandra. I knew that she would do anything to see me dead, and I knew that she would do anything in her
power to stop me from being here. Even my presence here right now was one of the key did not like and she’s not doing anything
to try and hide it.
Her leaving told me that she was going to put an ad towards Damon, she was going to do her best to get what she wanted and it was only a matter of time before he gave in to her. Nevertheless, had it been up to me, I would have left. However, with my daughter on the line with her being here, I was not going to give them that advantage.
The nurses hadn’t even questioned my request to leave. They simply nodded and moved aside, as if I was no more than a ghost passing through the halls. I wasn’t sure if they pitied me or if they just didn’t care. Perhaps both. Either way, I knew better than to
ask.
I just walked. Leaving that room that I was locked in, Leaving the place that I believed I should not be in, empty. They could use it for another patient. Right now I did not need to be one of them.
Each step felt heavier than the last as I followed the familiar path, my body moving before my mind had even registered where I was going. And before I knew it, I stood before the large window of the incubation room, my hands trembling at my sides as I looked through the glass. I wrapped my arm around myself. It was the only comfort that I could have as I looked at her.
My daughter.
The little Angel that I fought to make sure she survived. The baby girl that I carried for months trying to protect, trying to find a way to sustain myself for her own sake, only to find myself failing miserably at that. Being back here was one of the proofs that I had to show how much I had failed myself and her.
Isla’s tiny body was curled up beneath the warmth of the incubator, her chest rising and falling in small, shallow breaths. The sight of her should have brought relief, but all I felt was a crushing weight on my chest. It felt like I was being locked up in some kind of game that I did not know how I was going to end up dealing with,
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I had barely fought for her.
I had barely managed to say anything to them. I didn’t even have it in me to try and fight back.
I had let them take her from my arms without resistance.
Not because I didn’t love her. Not because I didn’t want her,
But because I knew that if I had tried, I would have lost anyway.
They would have taken her from me either way. Giving her to them to put inside this incubator was going to be the better option.
I had nothing. No leverage. No power. Not against Damon
I swallowed hard, my fingers pressing against the cold glass as I whispered, “I’m sorry, baby, I should have been stronger for you. I did not mean to fail you this way,
but I know that I had no other option.”
A lump formed in my throat, and I bit my lip to keep it from trembling. I refused to break. Not here. Not now.
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