Rejected, Abused, I Fall for the Forbidden Alpha (by Riley Scott) novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175

“Sleep,” my father whispered, kissing her tenderly as she made a small groaning noise, nurses beginning to arrive to take me away and check me over.

My mother fell asleep; a smile curved on her lips, and her face smoothed out, causing her to look younger and more vulnerable.

Another movie. By now, I’m not sure how much more I can take. I know what’s going to happen. I know what’s inevitable. I feel my heart beating painfully in my chest. I don’t want to look. I don’t want to see it. I close my eyes but then feel them forced back open. Against my will, I’m forced to watch the heartbreaking scene in front of me. The loss, the devastation, the utter desperation as they fought to find me, to bring me home.

“Where is my baby?” My mother’s scream is heartbreaking, bloodcurdling as she looks at my empty bassinette standing in the corner of her bedroom, her sobbing loud and filled with anguish. “Why haven’t we found her, yet?

“We’ll find her,” my father’s voice is devastated as he pats her shoulder, “I have everybody on the lookout.”

“It was MaryAnne,” she whimpered, “she took our baby. I know she did. Daxton, she has our child.”

“I promise you, I’ll find our child. MaryAnne has an alibi,” he confessed as my mother’s eyes continued to well up with tears, “she was giving birth only a few hours after you. She didn’t have time…” he trailed off, a sob erupting from his own voice.

The movie fades. I feel my own tears, the saltiness of them as one of them trickles to my lips. I’m crying. I can see the love, the despair on both their faces. I feel regret for everything that happened, broken-hearted that I hadn’t been able to do anything to change it. I had been nothing but a child myself. Once again, hatred and resentment towards MaryAnne and Marissa flare in my chest, so powerful that I place a hand against my breasts, swallowing hard, struggling to breathe as my emotions rip through me.

I want to scream with the injustice of it all. I want to howl out my anguish until there’s nothing left. Filled with such overwhelming resentment and pain, I tip back my howl and give rein, screaming myself hoarse until I collapse, sinking to my knees, tears dropping to the grass beneath me as my fingers dig into the ground, a valiant attempt to anchor myself.

So much I had missed out on. I hadn’t even thought to ask my father what they had planned to name me. Laura. The name would have suited me. I wipe the tears from my cheeks, confused and filled with nothing but pain. What had been the purpose of these movies, these memories? Was it to hurt me further, to teach me some sort of valuable lesson? Was it meant to be another form of torture? I could barely breathe, my hands shaking violently by my sides. I closed my eyes, and just as my breath began to return to normal, a voice spoke behind me, making me go deadly still.

“The day I lost you was the worst day of my life and I will always hate myself for not being able to protect you my precious baby girl.”