Z A R A
How many more times will he do this? How much more will I bleed for this? For him? I've lost count of how many slashes and cuts have been marked across my skin, I've lost count of how many times I've begged him to stop, I've lost count of how many times I've pleaded with Alejandro to come back.
My clothes are heavy as they soak in the red liquid gushing forth from my cuts. My head slung down, my neck unable to hold its weight any longer. My thoughts switch between the health of the child growing in me to Yasmeen's state. I think about Frank's meaningless death, I think about how selfish Alejandro is for disassociating.
I don't care if he thought I escaped. He should've given Philip what he wanted, maybe it would've softened the blow of his anger.
Or maybe it would've changed nothing because, at the end of the day, Alejandro used me as bait. I would've been bound to end up in a similar situation anyways.
