Holden's POV

Trigger Warning: Mention of suicide

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My heart raced as I hurriedly made my way to Katiana's apartment, the weight of anger and fear propelling my every step. I needed answers, an explanation for why she had kept Kieran's allergies a secret from me. But as I arrived at her doorstep, my intentions were interrupted by an unexpected sight.

A pair of uniformed police officers stood outside her apartment, their stern expressions mirroring the gravity of the situation. Confusion mingled with my frustration as I approached them, my voice strained with urgency. "What's going on? Why are the police here?"

One of the officers turned towards me, his eyes narrowing as he assessed my presence. "And you are...?"

"I'm Holden Styles," I replied, my voice tinged with impatience. "I'm here to see Katiana Bennett. What's happened?"

The officer exchanged a brief glance with his partner before speaking. "We received a distress call from this address. There's been an incident. Are you related to the occupant of this apartment?"

"Yes, I am. I'm the father of her child." I answered, my heart pounding with worry. "Please, tell me what's happened."

Just then, my gaze caught sight of Miss Johnson, Katiana's neighbor. She was speaking to another police officer a few steps away, her face etched with concern.

"Miss Johnson, what's going on?" I called out, my voice laden with desperation.

She turned to face me, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and disbelief. "Holden, it's... it's terrible. Katiana had an overdose. The police are here investigating."

My breath caught in my throat, a whirlwind of emotions crashing through my core. The accusation I had carried towards Katiana was now overshadowed by the harrowing reality of her condition. Guilt gnawed at me as I realized the role I unknowingly played in driving her to such desperate measures.

"What... what happened?" I managed to utter, my voice barely above a whisper.

Miss Johnson's voice cracked as she continued, her words heavy with sorrow. "I'm not entirely sure of the details, It seems she was given fentanyl by our neighbor, Christina. I found  Katiana, laying on the ground.  The police are still gathering evidence, trying to piece together the full picture but Christina has disappeared."

A wave of anguish crashed over me, the weight of the situation bearing down with a crushing force. "Is she-?" I didn't have the strength to finish the question. 

"Dead?" Miss Johnson finished and shook her head, "No. She's been taken to the hospital but it doesn't look good." 

I closed my eyes as a wave of emotions crashed over me. The animosity I had held onto seemed insignificant now. 

The officer who had initially questioned me approached, his tone softened by the seriousness of the circumstances. "Sir, she's at Capital Region."

"Thank you," I whispered. I took one last look around, then rushed down the hall. My heart pounded with a mix of urgency and fear. The news of her condition had jolted me out of my anger-induced haze, leaving me grappling with a cocktail of conflicting emotions. The weight of regret settled heavily upon my shoulders as I raced towards the hospital, praying for her survival.

Each passing moment felt like an eternity as I navigated the busy streets, my thoughts consumed by memories of our shared past. The love that had once bound us together mingled with the bitter sting of betrayal that had torn us apart. It was a stormy journey, filled with joy and heartache, leaving scars that ran deep. But even in the depths of my anger, a part of me had never truly let go of the love I had once held for Katiana. The memories of our laughter, our whispered promises, and the way our lives had intertwined haunted me now, as regret coursed through my veins. It was a painful reminder that the path I had chosen had only led to more pain and suffering.

The weight of responsibility pressed upon me, not just as a father, but as a human being. The thought of Kieran blaming me if anything were to happen to Katiana, fueled my desperation to reach the hospital as quickly as possible. I couldn't bear the thought of him carrying the burden of a fractured family, scarred by animosity and regret.

I raced through the hospital doors, my heart pounded in my chest, my breaths coming in shallow gasps. I sought guidance from a higher power, praying fervently for Katiana's survival, for a chance to mend what had been broken.

In the waiting area, time seemed to slow to a crawl as I sat among the hushed whispers and anxious glances of others facing their own personal battles. My thoughts drifted back to the moments of tenderness we had once shared, the way her laughter could light up a room, and the gentle touch of her hand that had once brought solace to my troubled soul.

Regret gnawed at my conscience, threatening to consume me as I contemplated the choices that had led us to this point. The hatred I had harbored for Katiana felt hollow now, replaced by a desperate longing for her survival 

In the depths of my reflection, a nurse approached, her voice gentle but laced with concern. "Holden Styles?"

I rose from my seat, my heart pounding against my ribcage. "Yes, that's me. How is she? Is she...?"

The nurse offered a small smile, her words a balm to my anxious soul. "She's stable for now. The doctors are still evaluating her, but she's conscious. You can go in and see her."

Relief washed over me like a tidal wave, temporarily lifting the weight of worry that had settled upon me. With hesitant steps, I followed the nurse towards the room where Katiana lay, my mind filled with a mix of hope and apprehension.

As I entered the room, our eyes met, and in that moment, the floodgates of emotion burst open. The love, the anger, the regret—all mingled within me, encapsulated in the gaze we exchanged, my heart heavy with unanswered questions.

 Her eyes met mine, haunted by pain and exhaustion, as I gathered the courage to ask the question that weighed upon me like an anchor. "Why, Katiana?" I whispered, my voice laden with a mix of confusion and desperation. 

Silence filled the room, save for the steady beeping of the heart monitor. The weight of her unspoken words hung heavily in the air, an impenetrable barrier between us. I pressed further, my voice tinged with a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "Please, Katiana. I need to understand. Why?"

But still, no words escaped her lips. Her silence spoke volumes, a testament to the depth of her pain and the complexities that had brought us to this precipice. I reached out, gently grasping her hand, seeking solace and connection amidst the sea of turmoil.

"Why would you turn to drugs, Katiana?" I asked, my voice quivering with a mixture of fear and anguish. "It's not who you are. It's not what you believe in."

A flicker of defiance crossed her eyes, briefly breaking through the veil of silence. And then, with a sudden burst of emotion, she shouted, her voice laced with a raw desperation that pierced through the sterile walls of the hospital room.

"Because I have nothing to live for!"

Her words struck me like a blow to the chest, their weight reverberating through my being. The anguish in her voice tore at my soul, leaving me grappling with the realization that my actions, my anger, had contributed to this sense of despair.

Tears welled in my eyes as I clutched her hand tighter, my voice choked with emotion. "Katiana, you have Kieran."

But her eyes, once filled with love and hope, now held a profound emptiness. "No, I don't,"  she said as she tugged her hand., releasing it from my grasp.  The realization of the depth of her pain crashed over me, my heart breaking at the sight of her shattered spirit.

"And you thought death was better?"

"Yes," she whispered as a tear fell from her eyes. "I have no one, nothing to live for. You took everything away from me. You took my life from me. I'm just finishing what you started. Why do you care all of a sudden? Isn't this what you want? The ultimate revenge?" she lifted her hands and started clapping. "Congratulations Holden, you've ruined me. Now leave."

I remained in my spot, looking down at her. 

"Get out, Holden," she spat, her voice laced with a bitter edge. "I can't bear to look at you right now. Leave."

The words hung in the air, a painful reminder of the chasm that had formed between us. The weight of her rejection pressed upon me, filling me with a sense of powerlessness and regret.

Numbness settled over me as I struggled to find the right words, my voice barely a whisper. "Katiana, please... I didn't mean for things to end up this way."

She shook her head, her eyes glistening with tears that threatened to spill over. "It doesn't matter anymore, Holden. You got your revenge. Now, leave me alone."

 I turned and made my way towards the door, every step weighed down by the realization that I had driven her to the point of suicide.  I turned to steal one last glimpse of her.  "I'm truly sorry, Katiana," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "But I won't give you another chance to kill yourself. I'll leave now, but I'll be back."

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Sorry for the delay. I've been so sick for the past few days. I'm also moving to a new city, so it's just been a hectic week. 

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