Love Unspoken

"Get off me!" Quinn snapped, jerking her head up and meeting Alexander's deep gaze.

He leaned in closer, his gaze intense. "Will you come see me?" he asked again.

"No way! And cut the crap, or I'll just hate you more!" Quinn yelled, her voice shaking with anger.

Alexander's eyes flickered. "Hate?" he muttered.

Quinn shot back, "Have you forgotten what you did? Why shouldn't I hate you? This is all a joke to me."

She glared at him, her voice dripping with disgust. "I can't even stand looking at you."

Alexander was stunned, his eyes filled with swirling emotions, but he stayed silent. Instead, he tightened his grip on her. Quinn felt like she was suffocating. She struggled, pushing against his chest. "Let go of me! Do you hear me?"

He still wouldn't let go, so in a fit of rage, Quinn turned her head and bit down on his arm.

The next moment, she felt the world spin.

Alexander pinned her down on the bed, leaning in to kiss her hard.

Quinn's eyes widened in shock as she saw the familiar ferocity in his eyes.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

All the emotions he'd been holding back exploded as he kissed her forcefully.

Quinn snapped out of it and tried to push him away, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them against his chest.

With no way to escape, she bit his lip again, her anger and resentment fueling her.

The taste of blood filled her mouth, but he didn't let go. Instead, he bit back.

His bite wasn't as hard as hers, but it hurt enough to bring tears to her eyes.

It wasn't until he saw her tears that he stopped the kiss.

As their eyes met, blood trickled from both their mouths, staining the white sheets.

As the emotions in Alexander's eyes faded, he finally let her go.

The first thing Quinn did was slap him in the face.

The slap echoed in the room, and Alexander's head snapped to the side, five red marks blooming on his pale cheek. Quinn scrambled off the bed and bolted out of the room, not daring to look back.

Alexander stayed where he was, touching the blood on his lips with his fingers.

He then held his forehead and closed his eyes in frustration.

Outside the ward, Quinn wiped her mouth with her sleeve, the bright red stain a reminder of how hard she had bitten him. She ran to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and scrubbed her sleeve under the water, but the stain wouldn't come out.

After a while, she gave up.

Alexander's gaze from earlier flashed in her mind, and her expression grew complicated.

She had thought he had changed, but she was wrong.

He had just been hiding his true nature, and a little provocation had brought it out. She had almost been fooled by him these past few days. Lost in thought, Quinn turned off the faucet and was about to leave when she heard a faint sound.

She paused and looked back at the bathroom stall, sure she had heard a baby's cry.

But when she listened closely, there was silence.

Dismissing it as her imagination, she turned to leave.

Just as she stepped out of the bathroom, a sudden scream pierced the air, and Quinn quickly ran back. She saw a woman standing at the stall door, her hand over her mouth, staring inside in shock.

Quinn walked over, curious, and was equally stunned.

Inside, a blood-covered baby lay on the floor!

The umbilical cord was still attached, and the baby lay in the corner, barely alive.