Page 135 of Dark Promise (Suvorov Bratva 1)

Tears sting my eyes as I try to imagine the life inside me getting rejected.

A disappointment. A whore. Worthless.

I choke on a sob while my fingers clutch the porcelain for as long as humanly possible until my knuckles ache. When I finally stand upright, dizziness sends me slumping into the wall against my left shoulder, and I stare blankly at my reflection.

I can’t bear the thought of losing my child.

This is the only piece of Jonas I have left. Can’t my father understand how much that hurts?

My brows pinch together as I grimace angrily.

No, of course, he doesn’t understand. He’s a man. He doesn’t have to worry about this kind of shit. I clench my jaw and meetmy gaze in the mirror.I have to run.

The bedroom seems so cold and distant when I dart inside to grab a bag. I trip over Jonas’s boots, instinctively agitated by the way they’re carelessly thrown in the center of the room. My throat tightens as I start shoving clothes into the bag. Jeans, panties, shirts, tampons.

I toss the tampons over my shoulder.

Like I fucking needthosenow.

I don’t know where I’m going. I don’t know where Icango. But it really doesn’t matter. All I know is I can’t stay here.

I won’t stay here.

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