Chapter Seventy

"You said the operation was successful. Why isn't she up by now? Did you make a mistake that you're trying to hide? What the hell is wrong? Wake my niece up right now?!" I heard muffled up voices. I was lost in this dark abyss of voidness. Even there, I could tell who the voice belonged to, and I knew he was shouting.

"Calm down, Master Kam, we didn't make any mistakes. She is fine, but…" He trailed off.

"But what? She has been like this for days!"

"We lost her womb in the process. She had a hemorrhage. It's not her first surgery, that caused many complications. I warned against that before we went on with the surgery."

" And I gave my permission. Well, she must wake up!" I heard angry footsteps and another footstep. I was alone again. Light slowly invaded the space in my little world and I came back to life. But not real life.

I would call it a dream or an illusion. I saw Damien by my bedside. He had tears in his eyes and he looked super worried. 

"You're awake, Finally!" He shrieked, again I didn't hear it so clearly, muffled sounds.

"Damien." I said. "You should not be here. You left. Go!"

"I'm sorry I left. Please forgive me."

"Does that matter now. You know how I got here, don't you? Did they not tell you how much of a slut I am? You saw it yourself too and that's why you left. So leave, I'd rather be alone than be around people who would judge me."

"I'm sorry!" He cried, holding my hands.

"I'm sorry too. I have lost my bomb, Damien. He took my child away. Our child. And now I'm empty. Do you still want me? Obviously, no!"

"I…"

"Shut up!" I interrupted him. "I know you too much, Damien. You're too impulsive, and you make rash decisions a lot of the times. You don't think! You think you're smart, unfortunately that's your fall. If not for your impulsiveness, you would not have known whether I even existed. You're a jerk, and most time I question myself if you ever loved yourself. Come on, wake up! You're nothing but damned with me. And I've lost it all, Damien. Please leave!"

He tried to speak again and I stopped him. "Leave! I don't want to see you, Damien. You're insane!"

"Listen to me, Paige!" He shrieked, that was enough to silence me. He sniffed. "I don't have much to say, but you really need to calm down. Try no to make harsh decisions. You can't fight this yourself."

"I will always love you, Paige."

That world immediately faded away, and I found myself in another, maybe real world this time because the first thing I thought of were my glasses. I remembered they were always by my bedside. I tried to move my hands, but that only caused the drip needle to hurt me more. What the hell am I doing in a hospital?

Then I remembered my most recent trance. Damien, I miss him so much. But I said a lot to him. Am I out of my mind? Probably.

No!

I almost shrieked by my sudden yet heartbreaking discovery. I heard voices. I had a surgery and have been in a coma for days. The network of drips on my body confirms that. Jude removed my baby! And I lost my womb!

I tried to cry, but it hurt so bad that I gave up on my tears. Moments after, the doctor walked in and smiled at me.

"Finally!" He sighed. "Miss Paige, can you hear me?"

"Did you take my baby?"

"It was successful, ma'am. We did our best."

"What kind of doctor are you?" I murmured, weak. "Why would you take away my baby from me without my consent?"

"Madam, can we keep that question for now? You need a lot of rest now to regain back your lost strength."

"Call Master Kam. He wouldn't have gone far, "He said to a nurse who rushed out of the room.

"You also work for him, don't you?" I said, and they ignored me like I was a common lunatic spewing trash.

"You all will rot in hell. You'll pay for all that you've done to me. "

He picked up a syringe and I grabbed his hands immediately. I won't let these killers sedate me. Never!

"Calm down madam. It won't hurt." A nurse said.

"Shut up!" I yelled, the highest my strength could take, on a normal day that would be a disguised whisper. "I don't want to sleep. I want to talk about how you finally manage to make my life miserable."

"What are you saying, Miss Km?"

"What happened during the operation? What happened to my womb?"

The doctor suddenly went pale. He gazed at each of the nurses in the room like a detective trying to catch the guilty one. Who wouldn't be surprised?

"Tell me!"

"Who told you, Miss…"

"So it's true." I cried.

"It's not our fault. I warned against that, but your uncle wouldn't listen. He signed the casualty form. We're sorry Miss Kam, but we tried our best."

He took the syringe again and I stopped him. "I don't want to sleep. Get me some food…"

"We need to confirm that your stitches are fully healed first."

"Then I'll wait. I want to be sane. Please!"

"Okay." He agreed.

*

I never saw Jude Km until I was discharged some weeks after I regained consciousness. There he sat on the couch in his private living room while I was pushed in by his body guards. Stuck in a room with him,vall I saw was hatred and all I sought was revenge. I already had that in mind. I've tried so much to suppress the burning urge for revenge in my soul, but I guess nothing can really quench that fire but revenge itself. I had a pocket knife in the little pocket atvthe back of my pants. I kept it there for none other than Jude Kam. 

"Are you waiting for me to speak before you do?" I asked after waiting tithe door for long without being noticed or just being ignored.

"Was it my baby or Tristan's?"

"What change would that make? You killed the poor thing already."

"Answer me!" He yelled, moving towards me.

"Yours. Ours!" I shrieked. "And you…"

He laughed. I clenched my fist so hard that the vein of my wrists ached.

"I love the way you say "ours"How romantic?!" He laughed, moving dangerously closer to me.

"You're never going to touch me again, Jude. Stop moving, I'll run."

He chuckled. "The door is locked, baby."

I patted the knife in my pocket. I guess the time is now.

"Stop Jude! We need to stop this. You have to stop this assault. You've ruined me already. Isn't it enough?!"

"I can't get enough of you, baby." He stroked my cheeks with his knuckles.

"You won't again." And I…did it.

I killed my dad. No, I killed a monster and I was ready to turn myself in to the police.

It's over. 

It's always been over for me. The only difference now is, "balance in nature".