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Chapter 9

She laid on the hospital bed, limp.

Her hands unmoving, they'd usually be shaking in fear.

Her eyes would be half open, their gaze stuck on the floor as she was afraid.

Her body which she would curl up into a ball, hoping it would protect her from his hits.

Now she laid on the white hospital bedsheets, she looked dead. Maybe because she practically was.

She had practically met death on his doorstep.

And he was the reason for it, but no more now.

No more, she doesn't deserve to suffer because of his spineless father's sins.

His sin of loving another when he was already married.

His sin of leaving a woman who was very dependent on him.

His sin of abandoning a child who needed his father's love.

It was all his fault.
It IS his fault.

Armaan Malik.

The man who ruined so many lives with the snap of his fingers.

Alayna's eyes fluttered open. She stared at the ceiling for a few minutes and during this time her expression twisted into pain.

Just as she was starting to scream in pain, he pressed the button repeatedly to get assistance.

It was paining his heart.

Her screams were paining his heart.

He was pushed out of the room whilst they sedated her yet again.

Was hurting her really worth it?

Did it bring any coolness to the fire burning within him?

Did he achieve his revenge?

Did he win?

No, no and no.

Maybe he should give this all up and start again, if she wants that is, he'll give her a divorce if she desires.

He won't ever let a tear slip from her eyes because of him.

Little did he know, this promise to himself wasn't going to last long.

He was going to fall under the impression of someone else.

And he wasn't going to ruin her this time, he was going to kill her. Only he will light the spark for revenge inside her as well.

And they will destroy each other.

For fire can't be stopped with fire.

One has to turn into water and that wasn't going to happen any time soon.

Alayna's POV:

I looked up at the white ceiling yet again.

I was sick of this shit.

What had I done, to suffer this much.

Was I being held accountable for my sins.....or someone else's.

My brain couldn't process all this, or didn't feel real.

It just felt like an awful nightmare from which I'd awaken from at any moment.

I yelped out load when the pain hit me again.

This time I felt a coarse hand caressing my cheek and brushing the tears away.