Pieces of Me by Pua Ramona (small books to read txt) 📕

He looks at me and says “You have to stop running sometime babe, and you need to start by telling him everything. I’m not saying you owe him an explanation, but he was Baby Elijah’s father. I’m going to get the doctor and send Eli in here. I know he fucked up Sina, but he has to be in here too. We both know it’s the right thing to do.” Before he leaves my room he kisses me on the forehead and says “I’ll be outside, okay?”

“Thank you, Rino.” He kisses the top of my head then leaves. My whole heart has been numb since he walked in. I don’t care if he’s hurting. I don’t owe Eli shit and I sure as hell am not going to fucking put up with his shit anymore. I just lost my brother and my son on the same day and I am fucking done. I am enough for my baby girl, but I am done giving my all to the rest of them. Especially when they left me in the dark about Micah. I sit here and welcome the coldness that courses through me and I embrace the hate as it wraps around my heart.

Chapter Forty-Three

Eli

I didn’t know what the fuck was going on and no one was giving us anymore updates. I got tired of fucking waiting so I spoke to nurse Annie and told her that I was the father of Sina’s baby. I expected her to question me, but instead she walked me to her room. Before she showed me which room was hers she stopped me and said “I want you to know that you aren’t the only one who has claimed to be the father. I agreed to let you through because I saw you and the gentleman who’s in there throwing tantrums in the waiting room.”

I feel my chest get heavy and I’m ready to rip Marino’s head off of his fucking shoulders. I take a deep breath and ask “How long has he been in there with her?”

She looks at her watch and says “About two hours.” Annie must see my fists clenching because she leans in and says “If you’re going to be a problem then you can just go wait in the waiting area.” Pissed off isn’t what I’m fucking feeling. Rage. Yeah that’s it. I’m ready to blow the fuck up, but I know I can’t lose my shit anymore. It’s why she ended up here. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “Are you going to be an adult or an asshole?” she asks with her brow arched and a hand on her hip.

I really want to tell this lady to fuck off, but I can’t because I need to be in that room with her. “I’ll behave” I grind out between clenched teeth.

“She’s been through enough for today. Let’s try and make this process a little easier for her'' she says. There’s an ache in my heart because everything is happening to this family all at once and it makes me feel like shit. She walks past a couple of doors and says “You can wait until he’s done then when he leaves, you can go inside.” I don’t know what to say so I just nod my head and she walks back to the nurse’s office.

I take a few steps to her door and I can’t believe how much fucking pain I feel in my heart. Even when she’s sleeping you can see that she’s hurting. She has her arm wrapped around him and he holds her like he’s keeping her safe. I fucking hate him. But I’m the one who pushed her into another man’s arms. I know he’s in love with her because he’s crying as she sleeps, and I don’t blame him for falling for her. I hate that he’s holding her when it should be me. I hate that they have a strong bond and that she doesn’t have that with me. I hate that she trusts him more than she does me. I hate that I wasn’t sure if she was in love with him too.

I wait for about forty-five minutes until he wakes her up. Watching them be the way they are in bed together pisses me off. I hate that when she woke up with the most beautiful sad smile that it was for him. I feel my chest getting tight again, so I take another deep breath. I can’t hear their conversation but I can tell it’s intense because she starts crying and doesn’t stop. I hate him for knowing how to calm her down, and I fucking hate him because she looks at him as if he’s the only man alive. He looks over his shoulder and sees me standing here. I know he hates me but I don’t give a fuck. I don’t know what he says to her, but before he walks out he kisses her on her forehead and I’m ready to fucking kill him. I hate that he’s touching her. He walks out and stops right in front of me. “She doesn’t owe you shit. You hurt her again, I swear to God I will kill you my damn self” he snarls. I fucking hate this guy, but I respect him for protecting her. I look into the room and all I can see is hate in her eyes as she stares at the spot marino vacated on the edge of her bed. I’d be a fucking liar if I said that it doesn’t kill me, because it does. For the first time, I’m scared. I’m afraid that I’m losing her. Or maybe I already did.

I know she doesn’t want me in here. I don’t blame her either. I grab the chair and move it right next to her bed, close enough that I can feel she was shutting