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That’s when the knocking started.
“Open this fucking door!” His voice was loud and angry. Her voice joined him. “Open that door immediately.”
I didn’t want to, but the door shattered anyway. He barged in, eyes cold, scanning the room until they landed on the test in my trembling hand.
Before I could think, I shoved it behind my back.
Please go out. Please…
I pressed myself against the wall, trying to disappear, but he was already there.
His hand shot out, grabbing the test like it was proof of my betrayal when he was the one who did it himself. “What the hell is this?”
The door slammed shut behind him, cutting off any chance of running.
I swallowed hard, biting my lip so I wouldn’t cry but it was too late.
Tears fell down like an endless waterfall on my cheeks.
It can’t be real.
It can’t be real.
“You’re pregnant,” he spat.
Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant.
I couldn’t say anything, I stopped breathing, tears blurring my vision.
He grabbed me by the hair, yanking me up. I wanted to fight, but my body was frozen.
They dragged me down the hallway. Brittany wasn’t even looking at me, she helped him because I tried to fight for the first time in so long. I tried to fight. But it was useless.
She was standing in the doorway, smirking like she’d won. “You’re not keeping it,” she said flatly.
The basement was freezing. “Lie down,” he said. “It’ll be over soon if you’re quiet.”
I begged, screamed no. My voice cracked, broken, screaming for help was useless, saying no was useless.
He slapped me hard. “Stop fucking screaming no!”
I stopped. Because even if I kept doing it, he would’ve never listened.
Brittany came back with a metal hanger, and I stopped breathing.
Before I could say anything, I felt the cold metal press against my skin bent and hard.
He shoved me down harder on the bed, ignoring my screams. My legs shook as he pushed the wire inside me. The pain came first.
It was burning deep inside, like knives scraping my insides brutally, I gasped and tried to pull away, but his grip was tight.
Blood burned as it trickled down my thighs. I tasted copper in my mouth, and the room spun. I heard my own ragged breathing, the wet sounds of something tearing.
My vision blurred, sweat slicked my skin, and nausea churned in my stomach. I felt like dying.
Every second felt endless, agonizing.
I really wanted to die at that moment, more than I ever wanted it.
