I was getting worn out and sleep was out of option.

I needed escape but there seemed not to be.

The day continued with my anger building up but painful kicks to my stomach calmed me.

My babies were still intact.

Breathing out I looked straight ahead and felt the door being opened.

Looking at the amount of feet that entered I darted to the bathroom and pressed on the sink.

Nah we weren't having it at all.

Half of them looked fucked up by alcohol and ...