CHAPTER 62: OUR SON IS DEAD PART 2

DIONNAH'S POV

I couldn't sleep or rest. I felt numb. I was a monster whose stubbornness killed her unborn baby. The ugly words that Michael screamed at me kept replaying in my head, adding pain to my already aching heart. Soon Michael and my parents came walking back inside my room. I looked at the clock and it was almost five in the evening.

"How are you feeling my sweet pea?" Dad asked as he kissed my cheek.

But I didn't look at him my eyes were trained on Michael as he maneuvered the room. He set one of two bags he was carrying on the table beside my bed and the other one at the foot of the bed. He then began to pull out the contents of the one on the table.

"How are you feeling Dee?" My mom asked.

"Mom, how do you think I feel? I just lost a child. But physically I'm sore and my back hurts a little."

"I'll go get the nurse so she can get you some pain meds," Michael said as he set a small fruit plate on the table.

"No no, it's fine. I'll be okay," I told him. “I deserve to