Pieces of Me Pua Ramona (read me a book txt) 📖

now, but my god she looks fucking beautiful. I’d be lying if I said that seeing her doesn’t make me fall in love with her all over again. Even with a pregnant belly she’s breathtaking. My hands are shaking, that's how pissed off I am. I take a deep breath and make sure to check myself so I don’t go off on her. And what the fuck is she doing here with Marino? Did he pick her up from the airport? Not that I’ve been paying attention to this asshole, but I haven’t seen him around. Out of sight out of mind type of shit. My heart beats fast and I’m having a hard time breathing. I was ready to walk out this door and beat his ass. Then something fucking hits me hard. Is she carrying Marino’s baby? I feel like I was going to throw up. I’m so pissed off and lost in my thoughts that I don’t even see Reese sidle up next to me.

“Fuck man, are you good?” he asks. I can’t find my fucking words so I just nod my head yes. I take another deep breath and see that Becca looks like she’s seeing a fucking ghost. And by the way it looks, she’s staring at Sina’s pregnant belly too. Micah looks over to see who it is and his face lights up when he realizes that it’s his sister.

We weren’t sure how long he was going to be able to hold on for, so as mad as I am, I’m relieved she’s made it here in time to see him. I look over to where Luka, Daniel and the girls are standing, they’re still shocked by what we all just found out. I chuckle a little and shake my head. How the fuck can we be pissed off at her for not telling us she was pregnant, when we all kept something just as big from her? Wait, why would she even tell me shit? She never returned any of my calls, and never texted back. I have no right to her and what goes on in her life. I’m so torn with how I feel.

I want to hold her because she looks like she’s going to break, but I know it’s not my place. So I sit here and watch the woman that my heart is in love with stand and cry her fucking heart out. I look to see if anyone is going to do anything, but she basically ran to Micah and cried before anyone could. Micah has tears falling down his face and it’s hard to breathe in here because you can feel their emotions in the air. She washes her hands and takes off her shoes while Micah makes room for her on his bed. She gets in and literally clings to him. He pulls her closer, kisses her on her forehead and whispers something in her ear. I knew they were close, but to see it with my own eyes breaks something inside of me. I see a little boy who looks up to his older sister and loves her with everything that he has. The same way she looks at him like he’s her hero that keeps everything bad away from her. I know she loves her family all the same, but Micah was her safe place. It’s eerily quiet in here and all I can hear are her cries and her heart breaking.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Sina

My thoughts are everywhere. At this point I’m not sure if this is real life or if I’m dreaming, but it doesn’t matter at all because every time I hear Micah’s heartbeat slow down another piece of mine dies along with him. If he dies today there’s a part of me that will never forgive my family for doing this to me. Did they not think that I didn’t have the right to know that my baby brother was dying? Did they think that it was okay to keep this type of shit away from me? Because if that’s how they feel then they’re wrong. I’m so angry right now that my heart feels like it’s slowly being ripped out of my chest. I can’t hear my thoughts. Everything is hurting and the worst part is that I feel so much anger toward my family. I hate myself for feeling this way, but it’s what I am feeling. I don’t care that there’s a crowd watching us, I don’t care that I didn’t acknowledge anyone and I honestly don’t give two shits that I didn’t tell anyone that I was pregnant.

See, the difference is that I am giving life to a little human being, when my brother is losing his. I don’t know what to do or how to make everything better so I hold on to him to keep him safe. I want, no I need, him to know how much I love him. He has to know that everything he’s done for me I’ll always be grateful for. I need him to know that he’s the one who kept all the bad shadows and nightmares away. I need him to know that every time he went to get Daddy because he thought he was my safe place, that it was actually him that made me feel safe. Daddy was the one who taught me how to love unconditionally but Micah is the one who kept me safe. I can’t stop my tears from falling, I can’t stop my heart from breaking, and I can’t stop my brother from dying.

“Do you remember that time when Dad tried teaching you how to swim?” he whispers.

I laugh through my tears and say, “Yeah, and I kept telling him that if he let me drown that I’d come back in the form of a shark and I was going to make sure I would chew his legs off.” Micah leans his head on mine and is struggling