Chapter 2: Miscarriage

I found myself inside a bar. I was next to a table where I was away from other people who were drinking and having fun.

I've had several glasses of Margarita already since I got gere. I stopped breathing while drinking the wine in front of me. At first I did not want to taste the wine I was taking. Its too bad. But after a moment it was so sweetened and as if I was looking for this all the millisecond of my entire being.

I want to take my mind off what Theron did to me. I wanted to escape from the pain that prevailed in my heart. And the only way I think that can help me is drowning myself in drinking so much alcohol.

At the same time as I held the glass, my tears started to fall. When I kissed the lip of the glass, I cried so hard.

He didn't even think that what he was doing to me was so painful?

He didn't appreciate me even just a little bit. It's been a long time, two years, to be exact, but I don't even see him with love growing in his heart for me. I'm breathing but I feel like I've been dead for two years.

In fucking two years of marriage, I sob, I'm hurt, and I'm stupid to hope that one day I'll wake up drowning in his love.

I just smiled because of the thought reigning in my head. I know that it is impossible for him to love me. I'm just his wife on paper and he doesn't love me. What else can I expect from him besides beating me? Nothing! My parents made him think of me only as a way to pay a debt to him. Nothing too much and nothing too little, just that. Just a payment of my parents' debts to him.

"What are you doing here, you woman!? Shouldn't you be at Duffins Enterprises right now cleaning my office?"

"T-Theron?"

Half of my emotions were surprised while the other half seemed to be happy because of what I was seeing. He's mad. And he deserves it.

He was staring at me angrily. He violently sat across from me. I was startled when he hit the table hard with his palms.

"Theron, don't make a mess here!"

"What exactly are you doing here!?" he asked not to give his damn about what I said.

I reached for my glass and stood up. I stared at him before turning away.

Maybe he just wants to have fun while I stay where he wants me to stay. I don't think it's fair if he wants something.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me so that the glass I was holding fell and broke.

"Let's go home, you woman!"

I pulled my hand back to me.

"Let me go, Theron! Let me go because I'm letting you do what you want. So, I guess, I am liberated too!"

"Crazy!"

He quickly took me outside. He opened his car and pushed me into it.

"What the hell, Theron? Let me out!"

His eyes almost bled because of the way he was looking at me. He was sweating profusely.

He did not speak anymore. He quickly drove home to our house.

He got off first when we got to the house. Like he did earlier, he pulled me out of the car until we got inside.

He pushed me so hard that the sofa where he pushed me almost fell over.

"You have no right to leave the house without my permission, Athara! I'm not giving you permission to get drunk!"

I stand. I gave him an insulting smile.

"Aren't I just your wife on paper? Why are you like that? Why do you deprive me of the right to do even the simple things I want to do?"

I don't know where I got the courage to tell him the words I said.

"I am your owner! Only I, should make decisions for you!"

"How about me, Theron? Are you not mine? You're mine, Theron! Even just on paper, Theron, you're mine! But you don't give me the right to make decisions about your life! To be honest, you just do everything that you want to do without considering me, your wife!"

"Among the two of us, I am the one to obey, Athara! I am not the one who owes your family so I will do everything I want to do to you! You are the one who owes me so you will suffer the law! I am the law and will judge what you must do! Did you get it, Athara!?"

I want to scream now. I want to slap him because I'm so annoyed with what he's doing. I'm suffocating.

"Theron, what are you going to do?"

I stepped back because I saw him undressing again. He removed his belt. He turned the end of his belt and immediately hit my arm.

"You said too much today, Athara!"

"Ah! Theron! It hurts!"

He hit me again with his belt so I grabbed my arm.

"That is what I should do to you, Athara, because you are too decisive! You knew from the beginning that you shouldn't have done what you did today!"

"You, Theron, did you think about what you did today? Did you think that what you did was so unfair?"

His belt touched my skin again. The effect of alcohol on me was lost because of what Theron did.

He threw his belt on the floor and immediately came to me. He put his fingers in the back of my head and immediately pulled my hair.

"What right do you have to question what I'm doing, Athara? Didn't I tell you, I'll do what I want to do to you?"

"Theron, I'm begging you to s-stop?"

He pulled me by my hair. Half of my body almost fell on the floor as I was walking backwards. I was screaming all over.

"What, are you going to plead to me? What, Athara? What!?"

"Damn it! Theron! My back hurts! Enough! Enough...pl-please, Theron!"

He pulled me up the stairs. My back hurts and my scalp hurts too.

I have a slimy taste on my tongue. My nose is bleeding.

He threw me on top of our bed.

I stood up because I felt a strange pain in my stomach. I shuddered as I felt something gooey, liquid come out of my womanhood.

I saw that Theron's eyes widened. He held his mouth.

I touched with a pressure my femininity from the top of my dress.

"T-Theron," I moaned.

He still couldn't speak. His eyes remained wide awake.

"Fuck," he said softly, staring at my hands.

"Theron..."

"Athara," he said simply.

I raised my hand. My eyes widened when I saw a lot of blood on my hand.

I'm bleeding. It only means one thing. I've had a miscarriage.

The blood just continued to flow from my vagina until it reached my soles.

"Theron, will you just look at me? Help me!"

"I don't know what to do, Athara! Shit! Why are you bleeding!?"

I just shook my head as my tears flowed. Is he dumb? Doesn't he know why this happened to me? Doesn't he know why so much blood came out of me?

"Theron, you really asked that? Isn't it obvious?"

"What!?"

"Fuck, Theron! I-I'm pregnant, Theron! I'm pregnant and the baby miscarried!"

He almost collapsed because of what I said. He backed away. He leaned against the wall.

"Fuck! Why didn't you tell me, Athara!? Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant!?"

I didn't get what Theron was trying to convey. Is he angry or does he feel sorry?

"H-How? You don't even talk to me. Unless you are shouting at me. You don't even say hello to me or greet me in the morning! We don't even eat together! You just treat me like a maid of you, Theron! Now, tell me, how I can tell you that I'm pregnant? That you're going to be a father? Do you have time for me?"

"Athara, don't put the blame on me!"

He headed my way. I received a strong slap so the pain I feel is doubled at this time.

"T-Theron! How can you hurt me despite my current situation? Are you still human, Theron!?"

"Because you're stupid! You didn't tell me you were pregnant! What you did was wrong! You killed my child, Athara!"

"Theron, can you hear yourself?"

"Yes, Athara! And because of what you did to kill my child, do not expect that I will treat you well!"

He turned his back on me. All I could do was sob.

He blamed me for what he did. He even told me that I killed the child, even the reality was he was the one who killed the child inside my womb. It's all his fault.

A mother can't do what Theron said. That's why I didn't tell him the truth because I thought he might just get angry because he didn't want to be disturbed.

"Theron, I need you! Don't leave," I said begging him.

He stopped for a moment. My eyelids did a few quick blinks. At the same time, healthy tears fell from my eyes.

"Theron, don't leave me in this situation. Have mercy on me. Don't leave, Theron. J-Just now. Make me feel like I have some value to you," I said again, full of pleading.