No Strings Attached

Part 26 : No Strings Attached

His lips pursed into a thin line, "The attacker last night..." He searched my eyes, seemingly for my recollection of the previous evening. I gave it to him with a solemn nod.

“The attacker... last night,” he reiterated, not meeting my gaze, “It... was.... Ryan Drake.”

I gasped, “Not the Ryan Drake, not our Ryan Drake...?”

He nodded, "Kimberley...I--that's not all I need to tell you..."

The panic began to rise, seizing me by the chest, "Rick. Tell me you’re lying. Please tell me you’re lying....”

He sighed again, the change in his tone apparent, “The baby....”

No.

"The attack...you...you lost a lot of blood and the way that you fell...it...Kimberley..."

Oh God, no.

“He...” his voice caught in his throat, “The baby.... it’s gone.”

My head was pounding. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe.

I sat there for a few moments, silent.

Then, racketing sobs, from deep inside me, I couldn’t stop, the tears were flowing down my cheeks, the pain was running through my veins, in every part of me, filling my up until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I had never felt anything like it. I suddenly felt so empty, so lost. I had been pregnant with Rick's baby... our baby and now... he or she was dead. I could feel the dried blood in between my thighs, and all I could feel was shame.

Rick held me close to his chest, wrapping his arms around me, his breathing, slow and deep, catching every once in a while as he clutched me tighter, pressing his face into my shoulder.

I felt his tears, one by one by one wetting my hospital gown.

And I sobbed for what seemed like forever.

Ryan Drake. Killed my baby. And now. I was going to kill him. I didn’t care if I went to jail. Life was meaningless. He killed my baby. And now. Now, I was going to kill him.

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Riccardo’s P.O.V.

She finally fell asleep, her face tear-stained and puffy, but still as beautiful as she'd always been.

My darling girl.

I placed her hands together and stepped out of the room.

Kain, Kassiana, Kaitlin, September, Kevin - Kimberley’s dad -and Katie -Kimberley’s mom - along with Juan and Rosalina were all stood outside.

They all looked up as I shut the door.

“Is she okay?” Kevin asked, "How is she bearing up? How is my little girl?"

“When can we see her?” Katie questioned, wiping her eyes which were brimming with tears.

“Bebe?” Rosalina asked.

I shook my head and Rosalina threw her arms around me, “It’s not good hermana...”

“Are you okay?” Kassiana asked, “Is she okay?”

Kaitlin placed her hand on my leg, “It’s alright Rick. I know my sister, she’ll fight through this...”

September paced the floor, “What did she say?”