The venom in his voice hurt almost more than the sharp slap across her delicate face did. Hearing him pronounce those words felt like a death sentence, like her entire world collapsing around her in a matter of seconds.
You’re useless
Her body was ravaged and weakened. The third time in as many years. The third time the pains had torn through her and the blood had darkened and splattered the bedsheets. The third time that he had been forced to call a doctor in the middle of the night. The third time she had been forced to face him afterwards, seeing the stress, disappointment, and growing frustration in his eyes each and every time. The third time that she had failed in her most sacred task.
She bit her lip as she blinked back the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks, his palm connecting for a second time with her jaw.
How could she go through this yet again? She knew already how it would play out, once more fruitless and only serving to destroy her even more. She would be broken bit by bit until there was nothing more to give, no more hope left, until she could no longer hope to recover, let alone be able to create the future for her beloved Volk.
Utterly, totally useless
you’re useless
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