IT WAS A DREAM

Viola Point of View

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I screamed with the highest pitch tone, expecting the door to flung open, and my saviour should come in.

Yet it didn't happen, my heart thumped out of fear. My hand wrapped at my stomach, I feared for my baby, cause Andre eyes seemed serious than his voice.

"Remove your hand,"He said in a hoarse voice, forcing to remove my hands.

"Leave me alone," I shouted at him, using the second hand to hit his chest, my hand ache, his chest was a like rock.

He removed my two hands, and pinned them down firmly, forcing his lips to collide with mine, but suddenly his phone ranged, and hope crept into my heart.

But the hope didn't last a second, he didn't spare the phone call, a spare, rather he was finding ways to insert his lips into mine.

"Andre, please I'm sorry. I won't do this this again," I pleaded with a teary eyes, my eyes had soak of tears.