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Zara's POV

It's been over a month now since my stepsister got married to Louis.

Yet, I still have nightmares about it every day. I looked at Louis's picture on my phone, as I kissed it continually.

"And what are you still doing here? You haven't washed my clothes yet" My stepmom barged into my room, as she met me sobbing.

"Wipe those crocodile tears, and wash my clothes by hand. I don't want to see any stains on them, '' she instructed me.

I stared at her with tears in my eyes, can she ever be merciful?

There were so many maids working in this house, yet she refused to give her clothes to any of them.

I got up from the bed and felt the urge to throw up. I ran towards the bathroom, as I placed my palm on my chest.

I flushed everything down the toilet.

I came out of the bathroom, with one hand on my waist, and the other massaging my forehead.

"What is wrong with you?" My stepmom asked.

"I don't know, '' I replied nonchalantly.

"You know what? I don't even care" She was about to walk out of my room, but she paused when she got to the door. She snapped her head in my direction.

"Come with me" she speedily walked towards me.

"Why?" I became worried, because of her tone.

She didn't even bother to answer my question, as she grabbed me by the wrist, and kept dragging me.

"Mum, stop!" I protested, but she didn't listen.

She dragged me downstairs.

"Driver, get the car ready" she screamed, even when the driver wasn't in sight.

By the time we came out of the house, the driver was already waiting for us.

My stepmom opened the backdoor and pushed me into the car.

She got into the car, as well as she held my hand, pinning me down.

"Where are you taking me?" I questioned, but instead of answering me, she shut me up.

"Shut up okay. Take us to the hospital" she replied, as the driver didn't wait for another command before he started driving.

It only took us fifteen minutes to get to the nearest hospital.

The driver got out of the car and opened the car door for us. My stepmom kept dragging me into the hospital.

"Mom, let me go, please. You are hurting me" I pleaded with her, as she dragged my feet on the floor.

"Shut up! And I have told you to stop calling me mum. I am not your mother" she scolded me and demanded to see a doctor.

She insisted on getting a pregnancy test done.

"I don't want to get a pregnancy test done" I resisted, as she dragged me with her.

"I didn't ask for your opinion. You are getting the test done, and that is final" she declared, as she forced me to follow the necessary procedure.

We were asked to wait for some time. And I swear, with each second that passed. I lost the ability to breathe.

"She is pregnant," the doctor announced.

And I almost fell from my seat. My stepmom quickly snatched the pregnancy reports from him and took me home.

She had me wait for my father to return in the evening, so she would tell him.

"Please, don't tell Dad. He will be so disappointed in me" I pleaded with her, in the sitting room.

"So that you will try to abort it, and I will be blamed for your death? You should have thought about that before you spread your legs like that" she made fun of me.

"Thought about what?" My father walked in on us.

"Zara is pregnant!" She informed him, she didn't even wait for him to enter the house properly.

I know she must be jubilating in her heart.

"She can't stay here anymore. She has to leave" my stepmom demanded.

And for the first time, my father said something in my defense.

"Because she is pregnant, doesn't change the fact that she is still my daughter. Where do you want me to send her to?" He asked her, and she remained silent, looking defeated.

"And as for you. You better get ready to tell me who the father of that child is by tomorrow morning.

I'll handle this tomorrow morning, but for now, go to your room" he instructed me, and I sprang up from the chair, heading straight for my room.

I didn't expect that kind of reaction from him. I expected something more brutal like a slap, or for him to throw me out of the house, just as my stepmom had suggested.

But, who do I tell him, is the father of my child?

I don't even know who the father is. I'm finished!

I was already fast asleep in the middle of the night when I heard someone opening my room door.

I stretched my hands towards the light switch beside my bed.

I switched on the light to see two masked men hovering above me.

One of them covered my mouth, so I wouldn't scream, while his partner in crime checked to see if someone was coming.

"What are you still doing? Hurry up, and get her out of here" I heard my stepmom whispering, as she entered my room.

I managed to bite his hand, so he could take it off my mouth.

"You?" I was so surprised to see her.

I never knew that she was capable of doing something like this.

"Yes me, aren't you tired of coming in between my husband and me?" She asked me.

"He is my father!" I exclaimed, with widened eyes.

"I know, which is why you are going to follow these men and go far away from this place. I don't ever want to see you here again. Because, if I do then your father will have to pay the price" she warned me.

"Make sure you take her to a place where she would not be able to find her way back. Just kill her" my stepmom ordered.

"Yes, ma'am" The two men nodded in affirmation.

They placed a white handkerchief over my mouth, making it difficult for me to breathe.

The more I struggled and gasped for air. The more dizzy I became before I finally lost consciousness.