“Kendra, what’s going on?” I say, my voice is sad, my eyes are teary“Just don’t worry about it, she can’t hurt you” Kendra says, trying to assure me.And just then, the microwave makes a ding, telling us that the food has warmed up.“Let’s forget all about that, and just have some food okay?” Kendra says to me“I’ve lost my appetite Kens, I can’t eat, I can’t Fucking function without feeling like something is always going down in my life. Where yet he’ll did I fucking go wrong. All I ever wanted was to be a happy person like every other person, Kendra that’s all I ever fucking wanted.. I want nothing more than that, I want nothing more than to be happy, so why am I not happy Kendra, what the fuck is wrong with me” I say, my voice is loud and the tears flow freely.I storm to my room, and shut the door behind me.I crawl into bed, closing my legs and just letting the tears fall freely from my face.“All I just want is to be happy” I say to myself.Jim’s POVThe day is already taxing w
Anastasia's POVMy heart pounds in my chest, fear gripping me like a vice. Jim's furious voice bellows through the phone, echoing in my ears. The words, “Are you fucking pregnant, Anastasia?” hang in the air, heavy with accusation. I can hardly believe what I'm hearing.And I know it’s true, but how did it happen?“Baby, please calm down,” I plead, my voice trembling, my eyes brimming with tears.But Jim's anger is uncontainable. He's like a wildfire, fierce and destructive. “Don't you fucking dare, Anastasia! Kill that thing!” he roars.My mind spins as I try to comprehend the hurricane of emotions that has suddenly engulfed me. The truth has finally surfaced, and I knew he was going to be like this. Because even though a part of me wanted to give him the benefit of doubt, I knew he would always be the scary Jim I feared.Jim's fury is like a tidal wave, crashing over me with force. The weight of his demands, the shock of his words, leaves me paralyzed.I never imagined this moment w
Jim's POVI should be in America by Saturday but the news Harry delivered to me has been too much to handle.I decide to move my flight to the next day and take charge of every situation that’s happening.I stare at the plane, that’s meant to be my ticket home.The flight is long and uncomfortable, the turbulence reflecting the storm raging inside him.I have just been away for a few days, hoping to come back and be welcomed in Anastasia’s arms.But it’s quite the opposite.The news of Anastasia's pregnancy looms over me, like an ominous cloud. It is not something that I ever planned for or wanted, and it gnaws at me like a persistent itch.The flight lands and I call Harry to come pick me up from the airport.I appreciate his silence as he carries my bag and places it into the car.“Take me to Anastasia’s” I say, breaking the thick silence.“But-“You don’t have a say Harry, take me there” I say, becoming furious.He silently drives me to the house and I appreciate the well deserved
Anastasia's POV“Kill the baby, or I’ll kill it anyway I can” are the last words Jim utters before he leaves the room, which leaves me to sink into my bed.My heart still races with the memory of Jim's words. They echo in my mind, haunting me like a relentless nightmare.“Why does he face to be like this, why was his voice cold and devoid of compassion. The words were like a dagger to my heart, and I can't shake off the shock and hurt they brought Kens, I don’t think I can do this Kendra, I can’t do this” I say, letting the tears flow freely down my face“You know better than to hold on to the memory Ana, you know what to do, don’t let your heart do the thinking, allow your mind to think for itself Ana” Kendra tells me, pulling me into a hug as she sits beside me.“I don’t want to exist anymore Kens, I don’t think I can do this… I don’t think I can handle this” I cry into Kendra’s hands.Kendra, always a supportive friend and sister, stays by my side throughout this ordeal. She's seen
The pain from today still lingers in my chest, and unlike me, I don’t see the need to eat, or to exist.Kendra continually knocks at my door and I don’t let her in, all I do is lay in bed, contemplating on my pain and how well I could handle the pain.And with my thoughts, heavy and loud, I drift into sleep, somewhere peaceful and calming.The rays of the sun shine brightly in my face, waking me up.I open my eyes slowly and all the memories of the previous day come flooding back. I shut my eyes, hoping to shut the world out, but it doesn’t work.I head downstairs to the kitchen, with the aim of making breakfast.I see Kendra cooking up some breakfast and I silently make a cup of hot chocolate.“Good morning Ana” Kendra greets“Hey Kens” I reply, the smile that always plasters my face is far gone“Are you good?” She asks“Yeah….. yeah I am”“You usually have early morning shifts, you’re not going to work today?”“Nah…. I’ll skip” I tell her.“Well I made breakfast, you can have some”
The days have become a monotonous cycle of solitude and despair.The urge to call for help consumes me but I decide to drown myself with the thoughts that I’m not good enough, trying to stop myself from dialing any number.I know I’ve lost my job, I have to use some money for my savings to buy groceries and food items. And even though Kendra doesn’t know how I’m feeling, or where I am, I appreciate the fact that she still sends me some money for my upkeep.But the truth is my old home has become my sanctuary and my prison, a place where pain is my only companion.Jim constantly texts me, his texts are filled with threats and demands, and a part of me wishes he loved me as much as he said he did.He loved me enough to not treat me this way.His constant calls and texts have only deepened the well of sadness that I've fallen into.I clutch my phone, hesitating to read yet another message that's likely filled with anger and hurtful words. The baby inside me, a tiny flicker of hope and li
“So first things first, are comfortable staying here?” He asks me“Well I love the loneliness, all I need to do is think for myself and of myself”“Okay, but sometimes, try grabbing a coffee or just taking a walk to clear your head”“I will”“Well, I’ll be going to work, I just wanted to check up on you” he says“But you only just came, why are you leaving so soon?” I ask, a hint of sadness in my voice.“It’s just for work, but I promise I’ll be back too”“Don’t tell anyone I’m here, Jonathan please especially Jim” I say“You don’t have anything to worry about” he says and leaves the buildingThe presence of Jonathan in my life has become a soothing balm to my wounded heart. He's a kind, compassionate soul who keeps showing me warmth and support when I need it the most.Even with the few moments I just spent with Jonathan, Jonathan and I develop a bond, a closeness that feels like family.He always comes through for me at the right times, he treats me with a tenderness that reminds me
I cautiously set the popcorn aside and get up from the couch, my footsteps echoing through the living room. The knock comes again, more insistent this time, and I approach the door with a mixture of curiosity and fear. I peer through the peephole, my heart racing, and see a shadowy figure on the other side.With trembling hands, I slowly unlock the door and open it just a crack.When I open the door, I'm met with Kendra's furious face. Her anger is palpable, and I brace myself for what's to come. But before I can react, Kendra surprises me by pulling me into a tight hug, her eyes are red, it’s like she’s been crying.“Anastasia, I've been so worried about you. I've missed you so much, sister…. Why would you leave like that?” She asks, pulling away from the hug and shutting the door behind herI'm overwhelmed by the flood of emotions that Kendra's arrival brings. I had distanced myself from everyone, including her, and now I realize how much I've missed my sister. Tears well up in my e