Chapter 8, when he demands that Isabella meet him
at his place, 3 a.m. in the morning.
The pain...it hurts so fucking bad. It stabs and digs and gouges at me.
I look up...and there she is...bright and soft and beautiful.
My baby girl.
"Daddy's right here. Daddy's coming..."
I reach my hand out to her, but she's still too far from me. I try to rise and onlymanage to get up on my knees.
"S'okay, Daddy. No cry."
I hadn't even felt the tears, trailing down my face and over my lips.
I reach up and swipe them away, hating that she already saw it. Never wanting her to see me this way.
"I'm okay. It's okay. Come here, baby. Come and see Daddy."
My voice breaks at the end as I stare at her.
The little waves of blonde hair...her wide blue eyes and pouty pink lips.
The sound causes a sob from me, before I can stifle it.
Please, please let it be real.
Her face falls then.
"I gots to go now, Daddy."
My panic is instant and severe...slicing me right down the middle as I cry out.
Blackness slowly curls in from every direction, billowing and swirling like smoke around the two of us.
Faster and faster it twists and circles us.
I struggle and fight against whatever immobilizes me, keeping me from rising to my feet.
Suddenly, the tempest of black stills in place.
The only sound is my heavy breathing...until I hear her little voice again.
"Carry you, Daddy?"
Her arms are lifted up, reaching for me.
Before I can react, the blackness resumes its tirade. It wraps itself around my baby girl and faster than I can blink...she's gone, just empty air where she once was.
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