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Waking up

***POV – Melaena

Like a black-and-white movie in color, I see Kiara smile at me, holding a picture in her hands. I don’t want to look at it, but I can’t seem to look away. Her mouth moves but no words come out. A blob on the grey picture starts beating as if in rhythm with the noise in my ears. A heartbeat. A baby. My baby. Damion’s baby.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Then a car rolls, tumbles, crashes … blackness. I scream for help but it’s only in my head, no sound escapes. Through the shattered window I see a small boy standing in the shadows, like a ghost, watching … his face locked in terror, his green eyes filled with guilt. Then the darkness overwhelms him and he’s gone.

Beep! Beep! Something drips on my shoulder and I look up from the wreckage. My father is standing over me, his face full of pain, his lips saying ‘sorry’ over and over without actually making any sound. He extends his hand for me to take, he is missing a finger, drops of blood falling in slow motion beeping each time it hits my body and then dissipates … beep, beep, beep

He pulls me out and suddenly I’m sitting on the floor of the haunted house. The little boy is back, standing in one corner, demonic black claws holding his arms firmly, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. Then he gets pulled into the darkness again and Jackson appears in his place, holding a whip. He cracks the whip and it rips through flesh, each blow echoes with a beep through the air.

Beep! Beep! Twenty times.

I need to get out of here, but my body is frozen, stiff. Pain shoots back into my head as my thoughts come together. I watch as Darren … Lucinda … Harry … run down the stairs towards me, the hate in their eyes clearly visible.

Beep! My body goes cold. Beep! I can’t move. Beep! Can’t breathe. Beep! Beep!

Disorganized memories evaporate through my aching head …

Payback. Beep! Revenge. Beep! Your mother saved him … Saved. Beep!

The Darren grabs my arm and in a state of shock my eyes fly open … a green little light is flashing in union with the beeps. My eyes are heavy and I lose the struggle, darkness floods over me again.

Beep! Beep!

I groan internally … my brain wants to explode and the noise drums it on and on and on …

All I can see is Darren’s face. All I can feel is the ropes cutting into my arm, the cold knife tracing paths all over my body. All I can hear is the sound of his laughter. It feels as if I’m suffocating, but I can’t move. Am I dead?

Beep! Beep!

I gulp in some oxygen. I just need Damion, his arms around me, his breath on my ear, his lips crashing on mine.


The little boy tumbles and falls from the shadows, blood oozing from a gaping wound where his heart is supposed to be. The air gets stuck in my trachea and I’m gasping like a fish on land – mouth open, close, open, close …

Darren laughs, his face painted like a sinister clown in search of death. His hand clutching the gun pointed straight at the boy, a twinkle of smoke escaping from the barrel.

I see the shock in the boy’s eyes, then he grabs the hole with his hands and looks down astounded, before looking back at me. He stretches out his arm, and holds out his hand, his beating heart displayed on his open palm.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I sink into a bottomless pit and floats in the thick suffocating smothering darkness.

A reverberating pain in my head echoes the sound vibrating in my ears. No other sounds – it’s scary quiet except for that annoying beep. Is this part of Darren’s torture – beeping me insane?

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Confusion flickers through my mind, trying to make sense of my scattered thoughts, dragging them from the furthest points of my subconscious.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I open my eyes to find the source of that irritating noise that pulsates the pain, but all I can see is darkness, a single blob of light pulsing green – on, off, on, off, on, off …

Where am I? What happened? I blink and try to get my thoughts together, but they don’t make sense. Something is not right.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Something is seriously wrong. Why can’t I remember? I close my eyes, the blinking light is even more annoying than the freaking beeping in my ears. I figure out that my body must be in the hospital, and it seems that my subconscious was stuck in some kind of comatose state. I have to get out of it.

I focus on opening my eyes and a sudden white light hurts my pupils. No, I’m not walking into the light! I might be lethargic, but I’m not stupid. Everybody knows what it means if you walk to the light. Damion needs me. My baby needs me. Heaven can wait. I turn my eyes in circles, trying to look away from the condemned heavenly brightness.

Beep! Beep!

I struggle to keep my seemingly heavy eyelids open, just enough to peep at the blinking green freaking light again. What is that?

With choking difficulty I manage to turn my head slightly and then I see him, his black hair messy, his face a shadow in the darkness next to me, an angel with closed eyes. Is he dead? A ghost maybe? He’s propped on a chair, his body bent forward, his head next to my arm, one hand is holding mine, the other protectively over my tummy.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Staring at him the sound suddenly reverses into a soothing one. I feel a calmness covering me like a blanket, all the anxiety is gone, all the pain lulls into a blob of serenity. I try to move my hand but only manage to wiggle one finger – minutely, barely.

I try to speak but am too exhausted by the effort of moving my limbs, and under the cover of tranquility, I just lay there staring at my man.

Beep! Breath in. Beep! Breath out. Beep!

“Mel?” His voice sounds hopeful, excited, confused … but it’s as if he’s stuck in a bubble …

“I’m here!” It sounds like thunder that echoes in my mind, smashing around in my skull like a ping-pong ball, even though it was only a tiny whisper.

“Mel, you’re back.” His voice drifts to me, weighed down with emotion. “I never felt so helpless.”

My heart jumps at the pleading sound in his voice, “I hope you can forgive me. I’m the one that must protect you and I failed.” I hear the anger hiding behind the appealing plea for forgiveness.

“Please don’t leave me,” I want to answer him, to comfort the feral desperation radiating from him, something I’ve never heard from him before. I feel his hand grabbing mine in utter despair. I try to squeeze it, wanting to ease his frustration, while at the same time indulging in the physical connection I so intensely need.

Suddenly I see his demons clearly, guilt … they prey on his guilt. The guilt he feels because his sister died and he survived, the guilt about the little boy he killed, the guilt because of the Honda rider, and now because he couldn’t save me … and who knows how much more guilt is hiding in his shadows. And right there I see all his monsters, and I know my demonic angel can be saved, he can be whole again.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

“I thought I lost you, I was so fucking scared. And then I found out about the baby. Now I’m fucking petrified. You are my light, the one that takes my darkness away.” His voice breaks and then I feel his soft lips pressing against my forehead.

“I love you Mel, more than you’ll ever know. I fucking love you so much.”

Beep! Beep!

“You know this baby fucking stunt you pulled on me almost cost me my life … firstly I almost had a heart attack, and then your family wanted to kill me – still does. Don’t you ever dare pull shit like that on me again,” I manage a smile, trying to imagine my raging murderous brothers’ faces when they found out about the little bean Damion planted in me.

He softly wipes my hair from my face and puts another kiss on my cheek.

“The fucker beat you up badly. I’m so sorry, angel.” A tear runs down his face. “But I want you to know that you’re safe now, they will never bother you again, ever. It’s a long story, but they’re gone forever.” Hate quickly flashes over his green irises, and then it’s gone.

“Alejandro was shot in the leg, but he’s already his usual annoying self.” A giggle hiccups from his throat, divulging that he’s much more stressed than he’s letting on. “Luke and Kiara are both going to be fine, because of you. And Jackson, well, let’s just say that he’s still crazy … maybe a little more so now.”

Beep! Beep!

He pulls in a deep breath as if he’s getting ready for something bad.

“Your dad … he … didn’t make it through. They found his body where you were tied up. He was cut up, badly, everywhere and lost a lot of blood. Seems like Harry got his revenge in the end. Funny thing though … he had a big smile on his face.”

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I feel my heart contract. I’m still not sure about how I feel about my father, but he was still my father and at least I got to tell him that I forgave him and about the baby. Tears well in my eyes, but I’m not sure if it’s real.

“Mel, are you …” Damion doesn’t finish his sentence, but the soft touch of his fingers against my face jolts my skin as he wipes the tear from my cheek.

Damion, I love you too.” He laughs, tears filling his green eyes. Wow, I manage to say that out loud … I’m back baby!

“You fucking better love me after all the shit you put me through.”

I try to get up but quickly realizes that it probably wasn’t the most intelligent thing to do, cause it only shoots the excruciating pain in my head down to my stomach, tearing it apart. I feel warm liquid running between my legs, wetness coating the sheets.

Shit, did I just pee? I hear Damion’s frantic shouts as the sandman pulls me back into my narcotic blackout state. My head is groggy, and the blinding white light slowly disperses, while my eyes shut all by themselves, leaving the pain to consume me.

“She’s fucking bleeding. What’s going on?”

Bleeding? Why would I be bleeding? Plus side – at least I didn’t wet the bed. Dignity restored.

“It’s the baby. I need you to step away.” The voices are in a bubble again, or maybe I’m just imagining it because of the lingering pain.

Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

The sound is twice as fast, twice as irritating. I can feel something bad is happening, something really bad, and I try to line up my thoughts in a methodical order, so I can get to the logic behind everything. But nothing makes sense. I can’t think clearly. I try to shout at Damion.

I love you. But I know he can’t hear me, it’s just in my head.

“This will numb the pain while we figure out what’s wrong.” I’m not sure to whom the female voice belongs, but she must be a doctor I suppose. No offense, but there’s no numbing this pain … I definitely feel it, a hell of a lot.

“What’s going on?” It sounds like Jackson, but I could be wrong.

“She has abdominal bleeding … could be a subchorionic hematoma.” The woman speaks quickly, not that I know what she’s saying.

“Is the baby going to be ok?” That voice is definitely Damion, that I’m sure of. Funny how I can distinguish him above all the rest.

“We’ll do our best to safe the little bean.” The doctor answers and then she shouts orders around. “Give her some progesterone and get those blood bags going. I need an ultrasound. Come on people.”

A coldness hits my stomach skin, sending a shiver through my heated body.

Beep! Blob! Beep! Blob! Beep!

Another sound accompanies the irritating noise, mirroring it almost exactly, and it generates a calmness over me, and instinctively I know it’s my baby’s heartbeat. But then the ‘blob’ disappears and only the ‘beep’ remains.

“I need you guys to go now.” The way she dismisses what must be my family, the doctor sounds frantic, almost panic-stricken.

No! Don’t leave me alone. I open my eyes, twitching them against that bright light again. This time I see the silhouette of an angel hovering over me.

“Mel! Can you hear me?” I blink a few times and the silhouette becomes clearer, turning into Dr. Burden. Her face is inches from mine, her eyes worried.

“Yes.” I try to move my arms, to fold them, to protect my baby, but one is heavy, burdened by a cast, the other layered with needles and tubes.

Beep! Beep! Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

I’m shaken, body and soul, physically and mentally – an overload of emotions and pain crashing my reserves. I can’t do this. I just can’t. I think I’ve reached my breaking point.

“You need to keep still,” the doctor commands, but like a floodgate that burst tears stream down my face and I sob uncontrollably. My body shakes like a 9,3 earthquake and I’m pretty sure the screams that fill the room are coming from my mouth.

“Get Damion in here, we need to calm her down!” The doctor yells and then he’s there … my demonic angel. An ugly ribbed sob snaps the tip of the iceberg and he rushes to my side, his face tired, engraved with pain, and eyes a battle of conflicting emotions. He holds onto me as if he needs it more than I do.

His fingers move in my hair and he mumbles, the words don’t penetrate my mind, but it soothes the pain, replaces the fear with hope. I can smell his skin and it calms me down.

“The bleeding stopped, but she lost a lot of blood. I need to check if the fetus is still there.” She puts the gel on my tummy, her hand moves the inducer from side to side slowly, stopping every now and then.

I can’t look at the screen, so I look at dr. Burden instead. Then a single tear slowly makes its way down my doctor’s cheek while she bites her lower lip. I’m praying to hear just a single ‘blob’ somewhere but the sonar machine is eery silent and my heart rate increases, double speed.

Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

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