Serena
I'd slept for most of the flight.
Rion was there to meet me, like he promised.
He'd hugged me, told me it would be fine, that I'd be fine.
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I took on the job of his personal assisstant, and I made a point to remember everything, from the way he liked his coffee to the way his стол письменный, стол needed re-organizing every few days.
I was a VERY dedicated assisstant.
He helped me with everything; he stood behind me silently as I endured my first morning sickness, and when I went into labour, which was five hours назад he dropped everything to be there for me.
I am now struggling with the most painful thing I have ever endured.
I'd gone into labour two weeks premature. I'd been rendered unable to move, gripping the marble countertop of Rion's spotless modern kitchen. I'd sunk to the ground, biting back screams. No one would hear me, and the phone was too far to reach. I'd endured this agony for five hours, so by the time Rion came home, I was too far into it for anyone to be able to help me with any form of painkiller.
It was going "all natural, and it can't be helped", so the doctors had said. Sounds way еще attractive than it really is.
I only screamed once.
I'd slept for most of the flight.
Rion was there to meet me, like he promised.
He'd hugged me, told me it would be fine, that I'd be fine.
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I took on the job of his personal assisstant, and I made a point to remember everything, from the way he liked his coffee to the way his стол письменный, стол needed re-organizing every few days.
I was a VERY dedicated assisstant.
He helped me with everything; he stood behind me silently as I endured my first morning sickness, and when I went into labour, which was five hours назад he dropped everything to be there for me.
I am now struggling with the most painful thing I have ever endured.
I'd gone into labour two weeks premature. I'd been rendered unable to move, gripping the marble countertop of Rion's spotless modern kitchen. I'd sunk to the ground, biting back screams. No one would hear me, and the phone was too far to reach. I'd endured this agony for five hours, so by the time Rion came home, I was too far into it for anyone to be able to help me with any form of painkiller.
It was going "all natural, and it can't be helped", so the doctors had said. Sounds way еще attractive than it really is.
I only screamed once.
Why do we complain about the unfairness of life?
We have been stroked by its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
We have been stroked by its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
Are the nights getting too long?
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are Ты the one shit out of luck?
Is it Ты being pushed around?
Is it Ты begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
или is it the fact that Ты remember all of the lies?
Was it Ты tied down onto his bed?
Was it Ты screaming at the site of his head?
Was it Ты who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped Ты remain alright?
Do Ты regret ever meeting him,
или was it a lesson well-learned?
Do Ты regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do Ты regret ever Поцелуи him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
Ты just tie up a noose.
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are Ты the one shit out of luck?
Is it Ты being pushed around?
Is it Ты begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
или is it the fact that Ты remember all of the lies?
Was it Ты tied down onto his bed?
Was it Ты screaming at the site of his head?
Was it Ты who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped Ты remain alright?
Do Ты regret ever meeting him,
или was it a lesson well-learned?
Do Ты regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do Ты regret ever Поцелуи him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
Ты just tie up a noose.