Page 89 of Viparious

“Because she’s mine, you left me bent over with your cum dripping down my thighs. You didn’t give a fuck that she existed. You didn’t go to a single appointment. You didn’t name her. You didn’t do shit. So, no, notouranything. She is my daughter.” Any incline they achieved is demolished when her words sink in. Her cruelty comes out as she grimaces and spits out, “You are a sperm donor. That is all.”

I deflate under the weight of my fuck ups, and her arms limply fall to her sides as she stares at me. There are so many emotions on her face. Worry. Hurt. Pain. Care. Fear. But her voice is haunted.

“You chose to keep your secrets over having me, and I wouldn’t have stopped you being a father. But you blocked her out too. That’s the worst sin on your long list.”

Nodding in agreement, guilt lowers my tone.

“I know, meely moy.”

She remains fixed in place as my legs turn to lead. I have to force each step until she’s back within reach. Holding her nape, I rest our foreheads together and there’s no threat in my voice.

“But if you try to take her, I’ll fight you in any court. Our agreement states any child stays with me when we divorce.”

A metallic thud hits the ground and then she touches me. Well, pushes me away but her hands are on my chest. Not one, both of them, as she presses her hurt into me. Her face contorts with disgust and I’m definitely drunk as I sway,catching her hand as she takes a step back. I don’t know who collides into the other, but she lets out a soft grunt around her anger.

“You can’t be fucking serious?” she scoffs, shaking her head.

She’s moving away again, but this was supposed to keep her here. The hurt increases in her dark eyes as she spits out, “What are you going to do, just fucking leave her when she asks for something? Or does something you don’t like?”

Fuck, drinking was a bad idea, and I can’t say everything I need to. The memories are there screaming in my head, wanting attention. Tapping against my thigh to focus, I don’t look away from my queen and beg, “What can I do for you to change your mind? I’ll give you everything, anything.”

Inessa freezes, moves her head back, and her brows come together.

My hand goes up like I’m asking for permission, but she doesn’t say anything and my vision doubles with the alcohol fully in my blood now. Dropping to my knees, I smile up at her and my joke is terrible even to my drunk ass.

“I don’t kneel for any man, good job you’re a woman, moya koroleva.”

Four slow steps and she’s in front of me, it’s all blurry at the edges. But I can touch her, and I wrap my arms around her middle.

She doesn’t push me away and massages my scalp, her voice is hesitant and fearful.

“What happened to you, Vlad?”

I don’t know what she’s asking for. There’s been too much shit for me to explain, and I say what the memories are forcing me to relive.

“I thought I killed her, and I thought you and Verena would be blue if I stayed.”

My arms tighten around her, my cheek pushing into my lashes from how hard it’s pressed into her stomach because it’s there. All of it is right fucking there in front of my eyes. Everything that happened that night, everything that makes it unbearable to live, is called to the forefront of my mind. The memories are strong, bending time and altering reality as the horrible stench fills the room.

Piotr.

It’s in my nose and bile burns up the back of my throat. Acid fills my mouth, and the position forces it all fucking back. The soft hands in my hair make me flinch violently as they morph into blows landing against my scalp.

Just like before, the body I’m refusing to let go of moves with me. But there are no screams. No blood. No violence. The person is softer, gentler, caring, as they say my name and wrap their soft hands around my biceps.

“Vlad? Get up.”

But I continue to flinch as my jaw locks. The retching is trapped behind my teeth. It echoes around my mouth, bouncing off the bones as spit fills my mouth. The texture is wrong, and I heave. Tears fill the voice that doesn’t belong in the memory that’s replaying.

“Get up, you’re scaring me.”

They’re pulled with me as my stomach convulses but I don’t allow my jaw to unlock. It will stop, everything will stop. Each limb is being tugged but I’m not hoisted into the air.

Wrong.

A pain-filled scream pierces the air as my arms tighten further.

“VLAD!”

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