Page 168 of His Cursed Heart

I look at Scarface's body and I can see the tension in his muscles.

I'll be far from fine. Not when I'm between breaking for Althea and holding on for Vincent.

"Can I call you dad?" Vincent blurs and the hand I have on his back stops.

I think the whole world stops.

I try to gather my thoughts but they scream in my

head. My heart beats way to fast and my legs are shaking.

I need to lie down before I fucking fall on knees with Vincent in my arms.

I walk toward the bed, letting myself fall on it. My silence makes Vince move his body until he looks at my face. His cheeks are red, his blue eyes are also red, but puffy too.

"I know I have Papa, but he never did the things you do for me. And you feel like my dad more than him." Fucking hell, he wants to kill me.

He's not even five years old and he already makes me lose my mind. What will happen when he's a teenager?

I look at him in awe, trying to find out what I did in another life to deserve Althea and Vince.

"Now it's the time to say something," He snaps, getting impatient. He's so much like Althea it hurts.

I grab his face in one hand, making him look at me with those ocean eyes. "Nothing will make me happier than being your dad." I whisper, trying to hold back the tears.

His own eyes fill again with tears and he hugs me again, whispering something in gibberish.

But I let him give everything out. I watch as his body calms down and all the tension leaves his little body.

"Will Althea come back?" He asks me with a little voice.

"She doesn't have a choice, bug. We need her more than she needs us, so she's stuck with us." I say and that makes him giggle.

And that sound is all I need to keep fighting.

"Yeah, she's stuck with us." He giggles again, looking at me with what I desperately wanted from him.

Trust.

I stare at her beautiful, pale face and I feel like dying right here, next to her.

The heart monitor keeps beating but it doesn't give me any satisfaction. Her chest moves at a normal rate, but she's still torturing me. She wears a cheap piece of blue clothing and her hair is tied in a high, messy bun.

But yet, she is the most gorgeous woman I ever laid eyes on.

"Sleeping beauty woke up from her dream coma in a day, not a fucking week." I whisper to her, pecking her cheek with gentle kisses. "And I'm even kissing you, and you're still not waking up. Do you like to torment me?"

But Althea isn't answering me.

Every day for a week, I come here and talk to her in the hope she'll wake up. I talk about different topics, ones that she loves, one that she doesn't. I even bring Vince yesterday to talk to her, but nothing.

My little fox is dreaming about something that makes her leave this world, and I know it's not me.

I peck her cheek again, one, two, three times and I let my eyes roam over her pale face. She looks like she lost half of her weight. The glow of her brownish skin is long gone.

"Are you sure these doctors know what they put in this IV? You look pale, Little Fox." I caress her hair, wishing to hear her voice again.

But again, she doesn't even move. She stays still, hiding her beautiful eyes from me.

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