Wallace
Alone.
She was always alone.
Sometimes Ashley would come, but she would ignore him. She didn't want to talk to him. He checked on her. He left. Had better things to do.
Sabrael never came. She would never admit how much that hurt, though she wasn't sure why it did. It's not like they were friends or anything. And she certainly didn't blame him, just look at her.
No, don't.
Never look.
She was a disgrace, and she didn't like her either. How could she hold it against anyone to never want to see her. To ever care. They cared enough to take her home, at least. But why had they even bothered. Why couldn't they have just let her bleed out. Though her injuries hadn't been bad enough for that. Maybe she could have died of insignificance.
She winced as it shoved against the inside of her belly, standing in the darkness of shelter and staring out at an unfairly sunny day.
He'd left more than scars and a broken spirit, it turned out. She never wanted to relive the day she found out. Never. And every day after, as her body nourished what she wished she could just expell out of her. Why should she be the one to sacrifice herself for his spawn.
His voice still haunted her, sexy-smooth and dripping with affection.
Lacey..
She turned away from the light, back into the dark where she lowered herself to the ground, stomach hurting. In the dark where she couldn't see the laces at her hips that he'd carved so carefully into her. Where she couldn't see her sides swollen with another of him. Where no one else could see them either. Where no one else could see the hot tears that fell, and the emptiness in her eyes where a vibrant fire used to be.
Alone.
She was always alone.
Except for this thing inside her. It never went away. Only kicked and beat her from the inside. Maybe it didn't like her either.
She was almost alone.
