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~Vina's POV~
"I just rocked that little bi-angel to sleep for two hours and she just fell asleep. Nothing would make her stop crying," my mom say, setting the baby monitor on the table next to me. They came back from their business trip this morning, having to babysit for one of my moms coworkers since her husband has an important work event and they can't bring an infant. Both my parents were suspicious when they seen me here today but didn't didn't ask questions.
Catching a glimpse of myself through the reflection of my phone screen, I look exhausted. There's dark circles under my eyes and my skin is paler than normal. I didn't want to bother with my hair this morning when leaving home so I just threw it up in a top knot, pieces falling out in all directions. However, I still don't look as bad as I feel. Somehow being numb is worse than the anger or sadness, I would rather feel that than this empty feeling in my heart that was filled with Idris.
"She had a bit of a cough. Maybe she's getting sick," I theory. She pulls the chair out next to me and drops down dramatically, puffing her cheeks out with a loud exhale. Her wild curls surround her well structured face, some strands in the front falling straight down her forehead. Her long, purple polished nails tapping on the table.
"Maybe," she says, looking around. "So I haven't wanted to say anything incase your dad wasn't supposed to tell me, but we all know I can't bite my tongue for long. I know you're pregnant." My body tenses. "I know it's scary, it's perfectly normal to be scared. You-"
"Mom, I'm-"
"You and Idris will make amazing parents. He's stupid but he'll be a great dad. Have you told him?" I nod, fiddling with my fingers. "Well, how'd it go? I'm sure he was thrilled." Taking in a deep breath, I shake my head. Her neatly done brows pull together in question.
"I was pregnant, I went to the hospital last night...Sin had to bring me. I had a miscarriage," I tell her, tears blurring my vision. When thinking about that whole part of the situation involving Aria I can feel angry. She took my child from me, literally beat it out of me. "Idris and I had been having problems which was causing me a lot of stress. We had got in a fight night before last about Aria and...and about Sin. He tried fixing his mistake by watching Ez on his own but...Aria paid me a visit," I tell her.
My mom sits up straighter, her jaw clenching. "What the fuck did she do?" She asks aggressively. I continue explaining everything that happened, rambling on even about Sin. Her expressions are worth a million dollars, shock and anger all over her face. My dad walks in with Angela in his arms wide awake.
"Put that thing in my arms right now and I'm going to squeeze it to death," she says through clenched teeth when he nears her. I stand up and take her from his arms. She smiles widely at me as I sit down at the bay window where there's colorful building blocks laid out from when she was playing before.
My mom gets up, grabbing my dads arm and yanking him towards the garage. Alone, I pick up one of the blocks and click them together in an attempt to entertain her but cringe at the sound. She struggles to put them together, whining in irritation. Looking at her I imagine what maybe could have happened if Aria hadn't come over yesterday. Maybe I would have shared moments like this playing with Idris and mines son or daughter.
Before Idris I never thought of having kids, it didn't seem like something I could handle, but overtime I felt that start to change. Every time he'd mention having kids there was a small part of me screaming to give in but I was too scared; I was scared for the wrong reasons.
I'll never be upset with Idris for having Ez, she's a part of him. Aria though, if she hadn't came into the picture him and I might still he happy. Maybe we would have even tried having a baby after I got my memory back, or maybe I just wouldn't of lost this one. I would have been able to happily tell him I was pregnant like we both wanted and experienced it together, not through fights and secrets until it came to a painful end.
I know I'm the one who walked away, and I still believe that's what's best, but I miss him. Literally closing the door on him was the most painful thing I've ever made myself do. This morning his arms were still wrapped around me, it took all my strength to tear myself from him.
My mom and dad come back in, my mom not looking so upset anymore. Angela looks up and flails her arms excitedly. "You used to play with blocks all the time," my dad says with a laugh. My mom bends down and picks up Angela, taking her into the living room where baby shark is playing loudly on the TV. It's funny to me that people actually asked them to babysit, friends or not; they aren't the best with kids. By the time I was eight I did the majority of things on my own but that's mainly because I found it easier that way, my mom just lacks patience with kids and my dad is...well kids can either be scared of him or see him as a big coloring book. "You wouldn't actually play with them though, when you would build them too high it wobbling would stress you out. You just organized them by color...in the bag."
"I didn't like how messy they would be after," I say, blinking away tears that gathered when playing with Angela thinking too much. Nudging me with his elbow, he sits down next to me.
"Talk to me, princesa. I don't like seeing you so down," he says, cutting the small talk. I shake my head, tears running over my lips. I wipe them away quickly, sniffling. "Don't make me throw a block at you." I laugh, taking the red building block from his hand.
"I honestly think I would feel better if I actually...felt. I'm crying but I can't even feel why. I don't feel sad but I must be if I feel this drained." I'm happy he doesn't try saying anything when I pause, getting myself together so I don't cry harder. Knowing how he can get, I'm surprised he's being as calm about this as he is; usually, he would already be on his way to kill Idris. "I miss him...so much, I want to go home. I know if I do though nothing will change; him and I will just keep going in circles."
He sighs, rubbing his hands together between his knees. "Well, I could kill him," he suggests. I knew that was coming. My head snaps up, brows pinched together. "Make it quick if you want, he won't feel a thing. Unless you want him to suffer, then I'll take my time gutting hi-"
"Dad, I'm okay; it's all okay," I tell him with a laugh. It's fake but it's still a smile. I don't know how I feel anymore other than numb. When I think about Idris, I only feel sick, no anger or sadness. "We just need to be apart for awhile. No need to go all narco on him."
"You sure? Cause when y'all first started talking I was plotting his murder, I'm sure I can find the plan in my notes somewhere." I get up, setting the block down.
"I'm just gonna go outside with Judas for a little bit," I say. He nods, standing with me.
"You should let me train him for you; after what happened, it's important you have something that can protect you. Where was he when it happened?"
"Must have been in the bedroom. Aria and I weren't very loud surprisingly," I say, crossing my arms. "You can if you want. He's good at listening already."
"It'll give me something to do. Since I switched positions I never have much work to do anymore; it's safer but so damn boring," he says, tossing his head back. "And...this whole thing with Sin...are you and him still talking or is that done?" How am I supposed to answer him that when I haven't figured it out myself?
"It was stupid is what it was," I say, walking towards the screen door.
"Good. Idris was one thing, but I can't see you be with Sin," he says with a cringe.
"You don't have to worry about that."
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~Idris's POV~
"I'm not good with kids," Alaric says, looking down at Ez who's sitting awkwardly on the couch. Being unaware of the current situation, Alaric came here after work in hopes to see Vina just after Aria dropped her off from her dentist appointment. I could hardly keep myself together being close to her but not able to wrap my hands around her throat and break her neck while suffocating her while life slowly slips from her eyes...I have a detailed imagination. I couldn't do anything I wanted, not in front of Ez at least, which is why we're here now. I decided to take advantage when Alaric said he doesn't have any plans and asked him to watch her while I run an errand...and by errand I mean, go to kill Aria. It was easy to track her phone after making a quick call to Valentino who never asks too many questions.
"She mostly entertains herself as long as she can draw," I tell him. He sits down on her couch, scooting a few extra inches away from her.
"Where's my niece anyways...and her satanic looking dog? Where are you really going?" I ignore his question and pick up my jacket from the arm of the couch. He grumbles as I take my keys out. He shakes his head and looks down at Ez. "It's like I'm fucking invisible," he says in disbelief to her. She raises her brows, looking at him like he's crazy...which he is.
"I'll be back soon. Be good, okay?" I tell her. She nods, giving me a small smile.
"I'll be good too, daddy," he says. I flip him off and open the door. Honestly, seeing Alaric made me feel sick to my stomach. He clearly doesn't know about Vina and I, when he does find out the chances of him hating me are high. I can't imagine what Zav will think of me. More importantly tho, I wonder what Vina thinks of me after last night.
As soon as she came through that door I was yelling down her throat. I could see how in pain and exhausted she felt but I didn't care. All I could focus on was how angry I was that she wasn't there when I got home and was with Sin, that set fuel to the flame. When I get angry I can't handle it, it consumes me and I burst. She doesn't deserve to be the victim of when I do.
When I calmed down and listened to her reality snapped back in place and I rethought everything I should have done. She shouldn't of had to communicate at all, it should have been me since I was the beginning problem making her feel neglected because of how stressed I was, and still am, about Ez. I never asked her about the bruises and cuts from the night before or how she was feeling emotionally after finding out she had a miscarriage; I should have let her talk as soon as she came in and comforted her in any way I could.
I lost my girl. Those years we spent together went to nothing last night. After learning her so well I didn't even know what to do to get her to stay. Years of building trust and learning to communicate properly with each other amounted for nothing because of me. I worked so hard to get her under my arm and then fuck it up. She's all I had, literally. Maybe I should have made time making friends outside of her family and putting myself out there but from the first time I seen her I knew she was it; she was the one I would do anything for and I blew it.
Now I have to take care of Aria...
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Knocking on Aria's door I look around as naturally as possible when on the inside I feel like I look sketchy as hell. The locks click and twist before the door opens, Aria stepping into view wearing a silky nightgown, her cleavage on full display with the low cut that's only covered by a thin layer of lavender lace. Her makeup is nicely done but her hair is thrown up messily with strands falling in front of her face.
"Well hello," she says with a giggle. "Come in. Where's Ez?" I close the door behind me, not doing it all the way so we can have a quick getaway.
"Shes with a friend of mine real quick. I had to do something at work," I tell her. She nods, leaning against the chair with her chest popped out. Looking her up and down she shifts under my gaze, biting her lip.
"What are you here for then?" She asks. My fingers make contact with her cold skin. She snaps her head down to look then to me, a smirk on her face.
"I just wanted to see you," I tell her. Grabbing the front of my shirt she yanks me closer. I dig my hand into my pocket and take the straw out. Inside is just enough Devil's Breath being blocked in by a thin layer of paper that as soon as I blow on will break and send the powder flying in her face to knock her out.
"Finally come to you senses about the other bitch?" She asks. Just as she tries pressing our lips together I put the straw to my mouth and blow, sending the white powder all over her face. She shoves me back and frantically tries wiping it off, accidentally spreading it more over her lips. Her footing becomes unbalanced, eyes looking glazed over. "W-ha was tha?" She slurs, her words not finishing and coming out breathless.
"Don't talk so much," I tell her. Her body falls limp in my arms. She groans, grabbing onto my arms and trying to pull herself up straighter.
"W-hat d-wh-" She doesn't get to finish her sentence before passing out. Let's get this show on the road...
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I sit quietly against the metal pillar, flipping the pack of screws in my hand as I think of things I could do with them. The barn is the last place I was to be although it's where I should be doing this; that's taking a risk at seeing Sin and after the last time he and I faced each other (which I don't even recall) we would probably want to kill each other.
I've always seen the way he looks at Vina. They were never around each other much but when they were his eyes were glued, even when he was with Davina. To me she always deserved someone better, he always seemed to give her some effort when she gave her all. With Vina and I, if we don't get our footing back and she winds up with Sin I will kill him. At that point it will no longer matter who I possibly piss off from it or what consequences I must face; I won't let him near her. She can't see through that fake ass act he puts up but I can. He didn't give a shit when she was hurt from the crash, I've heard him make inappropriate comments on her body...I wouldn't be able to live with the knowledge of them together.
Aria is still passed out, laid down on a long white desk with a compartment underneath for...tools. The barn on Sin's home property isn't my only workspace, I have there, the headquarters basement, and here for if one of kids is around and I have to be quiet. Emmy nearly walked in on me gutting a man like a pumpkin, thank god I heard the door start opening before she could get in or see anything.
Walking over, I take my pocket knife out and set the pack of nails on her forehead for my own amusement. Pinching the hem of her gown I rip into the silky fabric with the knife, leaving her exposed on the table like the worthless piece of meat she is. Grabbing the hammer from under the table I get one of the nails and start hammering them into the perimeter of the table. Her body tenses before she starts rolling her head around, squeezing her eyes before opening them.
"Sorry if I woke you," I say, putting the hammer away...I'm more of a hands on kind of guy. She tries getting up but the chains have her trapped, at the top being two small holes for the chains to go through. I pick up a strand of her hair, playing with the end of it. She whips her head to the side, only making me pull violently at it. "I thought you wanted me to touch you. Wasn't that the whole point of your whole charade?"
"I-I don't know what you're t-talking about," she says, her voice scratchy. "Why am I naked? What did you do to me? How did I get here?" I bring the tip of one nails to her ankle and jam it in with the side of my fist. She screams in mean, throwing her head back as she turns red. Veins bulge in her neck and temples, trying to move her arms again but it only leaves with less room to actually move them the next time.
"You're only making it worse for yourself. The more you move your arms, the further the chain will drop onto the ground," I tell her, taking the cold knife and presses the tip against the hood of her pussy. She presses herself down into the table to keep from flinching, knowing what will happen if she does. I won't let her though, not yet; she doesn't deserve a slow death.
"W-why are you doing this?" Dragging the tip of the knife up her flat stomach I notice all the small needle scars on her wherever a prominent vein is for her to poke. "I didn't-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, ARIA!" I yell, cutting into her ribs. She cries out as the floor sleeps through the thin opening of her body. "You don't know why I'm doing this? YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHY!" Another cut, this time on the other side, going the same amount of depth.
"W-whatever she told you, s-she's lying. I promise!" She begs, large tears running down the sides of her face.
"I know my wife, she doesn't lie," I say through clenched teeth. I should have known her well enough though to know how she was feeling in the beginning. "You hurt her; you took our baby from us, you sick bitch!" I wedge the knife in until it reaches bone and can't get any deeper. Her eyes roll back as if she's going to pass out so I stop; she's not even close to being done yet.
"Does it hurt?" I ask nicely, watching the sweat roll down her forehead. Her naked boy shakes in pain on the table, hands balling up inside fists. Blood oozes down from the long cuts tracing her ribs, smearing over her stomach as she tries to roll over but the chains have her held down. She's only making it worse.
My hand creeps up the inside of her leg. Her blood shot eyes flicker to me, shaking violently as she watches my every move intensely. My fingers brush against her exposed pussy, reaching under the table and feeling around for the metal pear like object, carefully feeling for its spikes. She moans at the contact, taking in a deep breath. Leaning over her, her eyes lock with mine. The fear in hers makes me smile.
"Scream for me," I tell her. On cue, entering the pear like object into her she screams, trying to grab onto the edge of the table but the nails sticking out stab into her hands only making it worse. I step back, laughing at sight as she tears her hands away the edge, blood running out of the small holes of her hand.
"E-EZ NEEDS ME!" She screams, her voice as rough as cardboard. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, too rapidly. I need to be slower. "She ne-eeds me, I-Idris. P-please listen t-to me." I press my palm flat palm to her chest, feeling her rapid heartbeat. She looks up at the ceiling, her lips moving around silently as if saying a silent prayer. She would be the last person God would listen to.
"Calm down. I'm not killing you," I tell her. Yet. "Did you take it easy on Vina? Or stop when she told you to?!" I yell, my anger rising again. I pledge the metal object deeper, blood dripping onto the table between her legs. Twisting the screw the four spoon-like parts widening to stretch her further.
If it weren't for being in the middle of nowhere people would be able to hear her from a mile away, her screams almost too loud for me to handle and I brought no earmuffs. However, I don't want to miss a single second of her screams. How much satisfaction it brings me is sick. The tearing into her skin and hearing her beg me to have stop is music to my ears. This is no longer only about the miscarriage but everything surrounding it as well. Now thinking about it, it's obvious she purposely wanted me only at her place and acted like Vina never existed...then I started acting like she didn't exist. And my girl is gone, I don't know where she is and I don't know how long I have to suffer this. I deserve it, god I know I do, but I do love that girl with every part of my being.
"WHY'D YOU DO IT?!" I yell at her over her screams. Her wide eyes look into mine.
"You could do so much better," she chokes out, gasping for breath. "I-I was doing y-you a favor." I grab another nail and slap this one into her stomach. This time the chains fall the way down, her arms flat on the table above her head. Twisting the screw I leg it spread open some more before ripping it out slowly, wiggling it to make sure she feels the spikes ripping into her slowly.
"That was my baby," I say. "You hurt my wife...you could have fucking killed her!" Her eyes close, chest starting to rise and fall slowly. Clearing my throat I let the tool drop from my hand and step back. Her head rolls to the side, blood dripping off the edge of the table.
I give a few minutes it's to recover, walking over every now and then to slap her face to make sure she's still alive and that her bleeding has slowed so she doesn't bleed out. I need her in a somewhat stable position for the final event. Grabbing the Seal Knife from under the table I toss it outside and start unchaining Aria. She's so weak, when she tries getting up she rolls onto the floor.
"I've only heard of this, but have always wanted to try. Now's a perfect time," I say, gesturing the tree outside. She tries getting up again but fails, too shaky and frail. I grab her by the back of her back and hair, dragging her into her knees outside. When I let go her body falls limp into the tall, overgrown grass. Thick strands of her hair fall from my open palm.
She gasps as I stand her up and press her back against the rough bark of the tall tree. I unbutton my shirt and toss it to the side so I don't get it dirty, the hem of the long sleeves already having some blood on them from my soaked hands. I keep my hands pressed to her boney shoulders to keep her in place, eyeing her blood smeared body up and down to find the exact spot I want to start at to to this right.
Maybe if I start from the side it'll cause her more pain. There isn't too much research done on this method, I don't know how long she'll be able to make it during this. If I have to all finish the job for her just for my own sick amusement. I bend down and pick up the knife, dusting it off using her thigh.
Her skin is freezing cold, nipples hard from the rapid wind. I lick my lips as the tip of the Sear Knife presses into her thin skin and rips into it so gracefully. Red blood seeps through, getting on my chest as I wrap my hands completely around the handle and take a hard step forward to jam it in as much as I need and slicing down.
She thrashes around as I continue my torture. Letting the knife fall, I separate her legs with my knee to get in a better position and fit my middle fingers into the thick gash I made under her already cut rubs on her right side. Feeling around the inside I wig it and start pulling, her intestine ripping out from the widening wound. She gags as she starts getting sick, hunching over and throwing up on the ground from pain.
After a few minutes of pulling she's hardly able to keep her eyes open. I take back and smile at my handy work. She falls to the dirt, laying in her back looking up at the sky. Grabbing the knife again I squat down and force her mouth open. She whips her head side to side in attempt to get away. The more she moves though the faster she starts to fade, getting more and more slow and sloppy.
I put the end of the knife inside her mouth and my foot on the end of the handle. She looks up at me with wide eyes I let my door step down, pricing the knife straight through the back of her throat. Her chest stops it's movement, eyes staying open but motionless.
I watch happily as all life slowly fades from them.
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Getting out of the truck at the house I'm surprised to see Zav's car parked next to Alaric's. The living room curtains are closed but I can see the lights are on. Vina has to be with Bex and Aria, that's the only place I could think other than Nanny but I doubt she'd be comfortable enough for that. If he's here he either doesn't know anything or knows everything and wants to kill me.
I press the lock button on my keys when I get up to the porch. The front door swings open, Zav stepping out with his chest heaving angrily. I'm taken by surprised when he shoved me down the steps, glaring at me. There might as well be steam leaving his ears. He definitely knows everything.
AN: Daddy Zav coming out next chapter 🤤🤪 Aria is finally gone; I had to get some torturer Idris in there. Sorry if it was too much for you or maybe not enough, I put a warning 🤷🏼♀️ I really hope you guys enjoyed!
Question: What would you like to seen happen? Do you think Vina and Idris could come back from this separation?
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