She was just a new member. Supposed to take information by torturing not going around, making bets, going on missions, sleeping with the handsome boss and more specifically falling for him.
"You're playing a very dangerous game. Didn't I warn you...
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Clara's POV:
One comes to me and opens my arms.
"Let's start." I say attacking them.
Today is our third day in Paris with Francesco. We were sitting in a coffee shop in Champs-Élysées after shopping. I am drinking tea with vegan chocolate cake and Francesco's eating coffee with croissant.
I stare at him. He looks handsome like always. As much as I hate to admit I enjoy his company.
I can't help but love this moment. I wish my life was always like that. Peaceful and quiet with someone whom I enjoy his company, sitting in a cafe and enjoying life.
Breaking necks, punching and kicking. That's how it's going. I go to the wall jumping on it kicking someones fac while landing.
Some grabs my hair yanking me back. It's the father of that rapist. He pushes me to floor and starts kicking me rapidly. I kick him in the leg he falls. I sat on top of him punching him rapidly. I break his neck.
A guy approaches me and punchs me. I fall again. I kick his manhood and then break his neck.
Fuck this. Fuck. They are so many.
One attempts to punch me I grab his fist breaking it or hurting it. I don't have time to analyze. Then kick him in the stomach and break his neck.
Jason. I find him kicking him in his manhood. I break each of his fingers before breaking his neck.
I lost the count of them. They are probably fifty or more.
One launches toward me. I punch him in the throat.
*****
After a long hour I kill them all or knock them out I don't know I just wanna leave so I start limping toward the exit.
I don't feel good. My body aches. It feels like someone's opening my inside trying to get out of it.
I didn't get far before passing out in the street.
*****
I open my eyes in a bright room. I am in a hospital room. Great. I seat and groan in pain. It hurts.
"You are awake." A nurse says rushing toward me. She gives me some water and calls the doctor. The doctor does a check up.
"Well you seem fine but I have to say sorry I wasn't able to save the child." He says.
"What? What are you taking about?" I ask.
"Oh you didn't know? Well you were pregnant, in your first trimester. I don't know exactly how far you were. You see you have broken ribs, dislocated leg, sprained ankle and your arm has hairline fracture. Your body is bruised and swollen as well as your face and you had a surgery for inner bleeding." He says.
Well so much of being fine.
"You were found in the streets by the time they brought you here you were bleeding pretty bad so the fetus didn't survive." He adds.
No no it can't be. I shake my head.
Clara come on, you never wanted one. But I didn't like the idea of loosing it because if them.
No no. I wasn't able to protect it just like the others.
"Do you know what happened to you?" He asks.
"No." I lie.
"When can I leave?" I ask.
"In a week." He says. I nod.
"How long was I out?" I ask.
"Five days." He says. I nod.
"I will leave you now. Press the bottom above your bed whenever you need anything." He says leaving me.
No no no. Why me? How did I get pregnant? We were always careful.
I didn't want it right? Who likes children. What the fuck? Why my face is wet? I put a hand on my face only then realized I am crying.
"I am sorry I couldn't protect you." I mumble.
You aren't good enough. A voice says in the back of my head.
No not the voices again. I shake my head.
"Ma'am I suggest you talk with a therapist." A nurse says.
No not back at this life. Not back at my dark times. I shake my head.
"No you need it I will call her." She says rushing out.
I sob. How fast things changes. One day you are laughing the next going back to your dark time. No no.
Haven't I suffer enough?
"Clara Aloisios. How you doing?" She asks.
"Fine." I say with a smile.
"You don't seem fine." She says.
"I am believe me." I say.
"I can't." She says.
"Look I lost a child I didn't want. If I've know I would've abort it." I say.
"You would? I don't think so. The way you're grabbing your abdomen protectively. I think if you would've known you would've protected it by all costs." She says.
"No no." I say.
"You see Clara we humans are like this. Maybe if you got an abortion you were fine. But when you lost it without having any choices well that hurts. Cause the true is loosing hurts. No one likes loosing but it happens." She says.
I nod with a smile. She is right. I never even wanted a child but loosing it hurts more than it should.
"I suggest you buy a baby shoes and when you're ready to let go of this chapter of your life, bury it somewhere." She says with a smile. I nod.
"I will let you rest." She says getting up and leaving me.
I know when I lost it. When that father kicked me in the stomach several times. Is this karma for killing his child? He was a rapist a voice says. But he was his child another one adds.
But my baby was pure. All of them are till they grow up. A voice says.
I close my eyes. Another person I lost. Was it even a person? I don't know. Another baby I didn't get to see or even know the gender. It happened because of me again. It's gone without coming just like my unborn sibling. I feel useless first I lost my parents and sibling and now my unborn child.
I don't believe in afterlife or anything but a this point I don't care. Mom take care of your grandchild I say with a chuckle.
What's wrong with me? Maybe sleep will help. Maybe when I open my eyes I am in a different situation. Perhaps in that café in Paris with Francesco. Or maybe home with my parents or at the park with my grandfather. Anywhere but here.
