Page 21 of Beneath Her Skin

Death

Haunting

Possession

Gore

Cheating

Pregnancy

Traumatic labor

Manipulation

Emotional abuse

Medication use

Misogyny

Insecurities

Not connecting with pregnancy

Mental health of pregnant woman

Rape

Murder of a pregnant woman

Stillbirth-mentions

Abuse of a corpse

Domestic Violence

This is not fluffy. This book is for entertainment only. Please read with caution…your mental health comes first.

"There’s no hell like a mother’s rage… nothing more unyielding than a mother’s love. To all the MAMAS who know."

PROLOGUE

THE BEGINNING OF THE END

The rain lashes down, thunder roaring across the storm-dark sky. My hand trembles over my swollen belly as I gasp for breath. My stomach clenches again—tight, merciless. I've never run this much in my life. But I refuse to die tonight. My legs burn, my body screaming under the weight of exhaustion. The downpour doesn’t stop, soaking through my clothes as I press my back against a massive tree trunk. Please, not here. Not like this.

A sharper pain cuts through me, forcing a whimper from my throat. The ache between my legs is unbearable. Then, suddenly, it loosens. I can breathe again. But not for long. The gash in my stomach still bleeds when I move. The contractions don’t help. But I need to keep moving. If not, it was all for nothing.

A sob breaks free.

"Oh, David." His name slips from my lips just as another crack of thunder rips through the sky. My stomach churns, bile rising in my throat. I double over and vomit, but there’s nothing left inside me.

I am losing too much blood.

The weight of my guilt is threatening to consume me. I press my hand against my lower stomach, trying to protect the life inside me. But my baby remains still. There’s no time to worry about that. Not now.

Then, the pain returns—sharper, faster. No more time.

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