I SAW YOU WITH NATASHA

“I’m sorry, Leah. I’m so fucking sorry,” Xavier said as he held me tightly to his chest, kissing my hair softly, while muttering sorry continuously. My mind barely recognized that I was being held by the same man that I had loved since childhood, the same man that broke my heart into pieces sleeping with my sister. The very man that was currently working with my stepmother to destroy me. I could barely think of all his misdeeds and shortcomings towards me. All I needed now was comfort, and he was there to provide it for me. I leaned into his hold, completely breaking down as I wailed for my little baby—the child I never got a chance to hold, and worst of all, I was never given the opportunity to watch it grow inside of me. He held me tightly to his chest caressing my head while I cried. My tears dampened his button-down shirt but he did not seem to mind because he tightened his hold around my waist, still muttering sorry. I don’t know how long I stayed there for, or when my tears final