DESIRED (BWWM)

Getting Eva

Renée

Breathe.

I just need to breathe, it hurts but if I can just get air into my lungs then maybe the room will stop spinning.

"Renée?"
"No," I answer Elijah as he calls. He reaches for the paper In my hands, running his eyes along the incriminating writing before swearing.

"You promised," I whisper, allowing myself to feel the despair knocking at my heart.

"Ba-"
"Let go of me!" I shout, feeling like a prisoner for the first time in his arms. He tightens his hold and I bite my lips, trying to control my breathing.

This wasn't something he planned, this wasn't his fault but it still hurts. "This is bullshit, I'm not letting you go. Talk to me," he demands softly.

"I'm not angry at you, Elijah. I just need time to think okay?" I ask softly, signing in relief when he drops his arms. I stand on shaky legs, slowly walking up the stairs to our bedroom.

"One hour!" He yells after me, making my body shiver with the undeniable albeit suppressed anger in his voice. I sit with my back to the bedroom door, bringing my thumb to my mouth as I try to make sense of the situation.

It feels like this relationship has been doomed from the very beginning, like the universe has been forcing us to pay for a love that was never supposed to happen. It feels like everything that can go wrong, goes wrong.

Am I stupid for thinking this could work?

Someone knocks on the door and my body tenses, I wasn't ready to talk to Elijah just yet.
"Its Xavier," a voice calls and my body relaxes but a  frown makes its way onto my face.

What did he want?

I open the door and he offers me a small smile.
"Can I come in?" He questions and I shrug my shoulders, opening the door wider and stepping to the side.

He sits on the bed and I continue to sit on the floor, uncomfortable silence filling the room before he finally speaks. "Love isn't always easy, Renée," he starts, and my eyes dart to his figure on the bed.

"Its not supposed to be this hard either," I mumble softly, thinking about every obstacle in our way.
"Do you love him?" He asks, staring into my eyes and never once blinking.

"Of course I do,"
"Then you fight," he says simply but my heart drops. "It feels like that's all I've been doing," I answer dejectedly.

"Where's Elijah?" I ask, trying to change the subject. I'm not angry at him, I'm just hurt and slightly terrified.

"Nick took him outside so he doesn't break the house," he informs me and I grimace.
"What do I do now?" I ask, pulling my knees to my chest an wrapping my hands around my legs.

"What do you think?" I glare at him before dropping my head to my knees, taking a few deep breaths before answering.

"I love Elijah and Eva is part of him so......so I guess I love her too," I reply, the tears I was holding back finally breaking from their confinement and running down my face.

"That's a very brave thing to do," Xavier says and I wipe the tears away with the palm of my hand, nodding my head as I stand.

"I guess I talk to Elijah now."

                          ***

"Fück," Elijah mutters, staring at the dilapidated house before us, the windows were broken and the door is wide open, inviting anyone inside.

My stomach flips when I think about Eva sleeping here. "Stay in the car," Elijah says in a no-nonsense tone, staring at me and almost daring me to defy him.

I fold my arms, donning a serious look on my face as I copy him.

          
There was absolutely no way in hell I was going to stay in this car.

"Renée, I will handcuff you to the staring wheel," he growls and I roll my eyes. "I would like to see you try,"

"You like testing me, don't you?"
"I thought we established that already," I answer cheekily and his glare intensifies.

After talking with Xavier, who's a surprisingly good listener, I finally worked up the courage to talk to Elijah.

The conversation was......interesting, to say the least. Elijah felt like scum for denying Eva and even worse for hurting me. Even though he wasn't to blame for something that happened years ago; he didn't know he had a kid and I can't hold that against him.

"You're gonna do what you want no matter what I tell you, "ho ragione?" he asks, snapping me out of my day dreaming.
(Translation: Am I right?)

"Pretty much," I say with a cheeky grin, which grows wider when he glares at me.
"Fine," he sighs in a defeated tone "don't leave my side," he says, getting out of the car and walking to the open door as I join him.

The strong stench of cocaine and filth invades my nose and I immediately hold my breath, grabbing onto Elijah's hands as we walk inside together.
"What the fück!" A masculine voice shouts from the sofa. "Who the fück are you!?" He shouts at Elijah trying to look intimidating in his skinny frame.

"Where's Rosalie?" Elijah asks as I spot Eva sitting on the floor, her eyes wide as she sucks on her thumb. I ignore the two men, going to the child and joining her on the floor.

"Hi. Do you remember me?" I ask softly, offering her a bright smile. She nods her head but doesn't look at me, biting on her lip and staring intently at the dirty floor.

"Mummy said you're bad," she whispers. "But you gave me cereal, I don't think you're bad," my heart breaks and I force myself to take deep breaths.

"I'm not bad Eva, do you wanna know something?" I ask, making myself comfortable on the dirty floor. She doesn't say anything and I slowly reach out, taking her tiny hands in mine.

"I'm taking you home with me," I whisper, gauging her reaction. Her eyes snap to my face as they widen.

So freaking similar to Elijah's.

"Really?"
"Would you like that?"
"Uh huh," she whispers, nodding her head vigorously as her black hair bounces with the movement.

I smile widely, taking her in my arms and standing up. She wraps her arms around my neck just as Rosalie makes her way down the stairs, menacing glare in place.

"Get your hands of my fücking kid!"

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