CHAP 3

Amira's Point Of View

"Who are you?! What do you need from me?!” I screamed as he made me kneel in front of him again.

He laughed devilishly then grabbed my hair. “You're good at lying. I just want you to suffer because of what you did to my brother. Fair enough, isn't it?” He said while smiling but his eyes showed anger and sadness.

He let go of my hair but I screamed even more when he punched me again in my stomach. I couldn't do anything other than to feel the pain caused by his punch. I feel like I'm going to pass out at any moment because of the pain that I feel.

"I am Ezra. I can bury you alive 'til you rot in hell, Imelda Vasquez.” He then left the room.

It was hard but I tried to get up to bang on the door and scream, begging him to listen to me. "Ezra! I'm begging you, please! Y-you're wrong! I'm not Imelda!” I shouted while crying even though it was hard for me to speak because my throat hurts.

But no matter how I shouted, he didn't listen to me. He was never open to my explanations.

I must have looked just like the person he thought I was. How can I prove to him that I am not the Imelda Vasquez that he thinks I am?

Day passed that even I, myself don't know how many days I have been imprisoned here. I was able to leave the room freely because he knew that I would not be able to escape with the many locks on the door.

“Imelda!” He shouted causing me to panic.

I nervously backed away because of the nervousness he caused me. When I finally saw him, there was anger in his eyes.

He immediately went closer to me and aggressively kissed me on my lips down to my neck. I tried to push him many times but I didn't succeed. I couldn't do anything but cry because of fear and anger.

He touched my breast and aggressively pinched my nipple that made me shout in pain. Ezra tore my pajama as well as my underwear and in just a second, he inserted his m*nhood inside mine. I can't help but to cry. This is my first time!

I screamed full of anger and tears until he got tired of what he was doing to me. Although I was feeling weak, I forced myself to go to the very end of the bed.

"When have you been congested? You're so fvckin' tight, Imelda.” She was smiling while getting dressed.

I mustered up the courage to speak, “I-I'm not Imelda. I am Amira Lopez. Not Imelda Vasquez. So please! Let me go! Have mercy on me, please!” I pleaded.

I saw the discombobulation in his eyes. His eyebrows are furrowed while his lips are twitching. He hurriedly got dressed and slammed the door shut.

I feel the pain in the middle part of my wom*nhood. I feel like a very dirty person because of what he did to me. I couldn't imagine that this would happen to me.

I DON'T know how many days, weeks, or maybe months I've been here. I heard someone knock on the door that made me afraid.

I slowly retreated to the farthest part of the bed and I cried in shock when I saw that another man was spit out by the door.

"Amira Lopez. Mr. Ezra is now letting you go. I'm apologizing on behalf of Mr. Ezra for the inconvenience that he has done with you. Here's the cheque for you to start your life," the stranger said.

I want to slap him and yell at him but I don't have the strength to do that right now. The wounds and bruises on my body have healed because it has been a long time since Ezra hurt me.

I silently followed the man that I think would take me away from this place. He gave me a blindfold that's why I immediately used it and I started to cry when I finally realized that I will not see Ezra—the monster anymore. He can't hurt me and use me anymore.

I heard the sound of the helicopter where I think will be the used for us to leave this place. The stranget gave me permission to remove my blindfold and helped me get into the helicopter.

Time passed before we got off the helipad. We are in the city. I walked down to the helicopter crying and was about to get off but the man who brought me to the city suddenly spoke.

"Ms. Lopez. We're really sorry," he said.

"It's already done, is there anything else I can do?" I sarcastically said and went out of a building.

When I got off, I immediately went to the bank to exchange the cheque that the man gave me for me to start my life.

I bought a house and built my own business which is the source of my daily expenses. Months have passed and I still can't forget what that monster did to me. Even in my dreams I can still see his face clearly full of anger.

I decided to go to the hospital for a check up because I often feel dizzy and I don't feel that good. I've been feeling so bad for a few days that I'm afraid I might be sick.

I immediately entered the Doctor's room and there he talked to me and checked me up. I don't know what happened but I saw my Doctor staring at me with a wide smile.

"I have a good news for you, Ms. Lopez," the Doctor said while smiling.

I frowned as I looked at her. In an instant, I seemed to have an idea why she was giving me this look. I'm just waiting for it to come out of her mouth so I can confirm if what I'm thinking is right.

I swallowed hard and decided to get the courage to speak, "What is it, Doc?" I asked nervously.

"You're pregnant, Ms. Lopez," she said and congratulated me.

My tears flowed and I seemed to stiffen in my seat. It can't be! I can't accept the child inside my womb.

"Thank you," I thanked her and hurriedly left my seat.

This is the result of what that monster did to me! I can't accept this child.

to be continued...