Kayley curled up against the big bay window, watching as the sky darkened. She wanted to be able to go outside. Being in the room was just suffocating and in a sense she was becoming stir crazy. The only thing she had to look forward to were the times when Niall would visit.
He had kept his promise and returned every couple of days. Always under Kieran's watchful eye, their talks were always short, cold and extremely formal. If it weren't for the hint of something more in his eyes, she would have truly believed she disgusted Niall. She tried to hold on to the memories she had when he let go and showed his more affectionate side, as rare as they were.
Kieran had become more and more convinced in her inability to refuse him. With each passing day, she had come to despise him more. His arrogance, his absurd ideal that she would love him, could love him and bare his children, left a sickening feeling in her stomach. He truly believed it would come to pass and she knew in her heart, that she would never willingly give into him. He hadn't been rough with her again, though his words had become crueler with each visit. His frustration with her showing through each hateful word. She feared it was only a matter of time before he would snap and in that moment, she was certain he would hurt her physically, if not kill her.
She wasn't afraid of death. In death, came the Summerlands, the chance to be reunited to her family that she had lost. The family that had been taken from her and Nia...
Nia...
The name echoed in her head. She hated the thought of leaving Nia, but was comforted by the fact that Nia wouldn't be alone if something should happen to her. Nia had Jonathan and for that, Kayley was thankful. She was happy her sister was in love and happy. She hoped Nia wasn't too worried about her. Nia was too carefree and fun loving, Kayley wanted her sister to be able to keep that innocence about her. It was part of who she was.
Sighing, her eyes watched as the last sliver of light disappeared behind the horizon. The night sky glittering with millions of twinkling stars. What was once a spectacular sight had become a painful reminder of what she missed most... Roman and Abel. She longed to see them once again and wondered how they were. Abel should be starting to roll over now. The thought pained her. She didn't want to miss out on anything with him. She wanted to hold him close, inhaling the sweet smell that only could accompany a baby and curl up onto the bed with him.
As for Roman... her face paled at the thought of him. She had been trying to avoid all thoughts of him. Kieran's use of magic to remove his blood from her, left an empty feeling inside of her. She longed to see him again, hear his voice, make love to him... anything. But every thought of him made her soul ache. Truthfully, she imagined all the different scenarios of any possible reunion between them. Everything from him welcoming her back with open arms to him slamming the door in her face, and even once, him killing her... she was worried he wouldn't understand.... wouldn't care. About why she left so willingly, why she couldn't come back... Placing her head in her hands, she began to weep at the loss of a life she loved, of the people she loved. Silently pleading for Kieran to hurry up and end it for her. All of it.
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