Chapter 03

Warning: Disturbing content maybe disturbing to some viewers.

I got the sense I had landed in the hospital. Still I couldn't vividly remember how I got here. I was wondering what happened that made me wake up in this place when the doctor announces very shocking news to me. That I'm pregnant. It's impossible. Marc is infertile and I thought he couldn't possibly make anyone pregnant.

But it's been three weeks now pregnant. It makes sense since I tried to satisfy my husband three weeks ago only to be told I'm the worst experience since his 'new b*tches'. It still burns. Sometimes I wonder why do I even try.

Now that I'm carrying his baby it's even worse. I don't think I want my kids to be fathered by a monster like him.

It was just a hard pill to swallow.

The pregnancy now explained the mood swings and angry stomach. The tiredness and morning sicknesses. And to think that was all just stress.

At some point, I do wish it isn't true. I even feel like losing the baby, but I can't. My conscious won't let me.

I have to understand this innocent soul hasn't done anything wrong not to deserve to live.

It means now I have to even work harder to provide for us. Probably ditch Marc and go as far away as possible. I believe he wouldn't even be capable of taking his responsibilities anyways.

When I was discharged from the hospital I go straight home. It was already a bit dark when I arrived in the house.

The noise coming from the TV inside made it clear Marc is home. Just great. I was hoping not to deal with him for another day.

"Where are you coming from?" He grumbled camped on the couch. With an open bottle of beer in his hand, and more empty bottles lying everywhere. The smell of smoke everywhere in the house. The mess showing there have been more people here. It makes me sick.

"Couldn't you at least clean up after yourselves?" I complain as I make my way to the stairs. The smell of booze in the whole living room was almost suffocating. Everything about him just brings the bile to my mouth.

"Then what's your job as a woman? I'm hungry. Make me something to eat," he demanded sipping on his significant other. God I hate my life.

"I'm tired Marc. I need to rest," I say not telling him about being at the hospital. I leap the stairs to my room leaving the chaotic living room.

I set my bag on top of the dresser taking out the baby scans I received from the hospital. I sigh with a tiny smile thinking of something alive is growing inside of me.

The door swings open, noticing Marc had followed me.

"I said I'm hungry! Didn't you hear me!?" He growled taking angry steps towards me. "What's that on your hand?" He notices the scans I was still holding.

I try to put my hand out of reach , "It's -" he snatches the scan either way. "nothing..." I mutter awaiting his reaction. He frowns focusing on the black and white images before looking back at me with a question glare.

"What the f*ck is this!?" He waved them in my face. " Are you f*cken pregnant!?" he asks again. I just stood silent unsure what to answer him. "Who's is it!?" He growls dangerously taking another step forward. I instinctively put my hand over my belly in protection. He notices which I earn a terrifying glare from him.

"What do you mean? You're the only man I've ever slept with my entire life," I cried. He looks unsatisfied with my response.

" You're lying! You know very well I can't make a girl pregnant! " He starts shouting freakishly. Throwing the scans to the ground.

" The doctors never said it was impossible. We've been married for two years now Marc," I remind him with already tears in my eyes. My voice sounding brittle with fear. " Ah! " I feel a hot slap on my cheeks making me lose my footing, balancing on the dresser next to me. I'm not surprised with his behavior. But is he going to continue like this even when I'm pregnant?

"F*ck the doctors! I've slept with enough girls in my life and none of them are pregnant. You want me to support a sperm that is not mine!?" he roars angrily throwing another hot slap. My ears feel clogged and my head is overclouded. His rage mutates him into a fiend.

"I'm t-te-telling the-he truth," I choke on my words as the tears blur my vision. My cheeks burning like lava. At this moment feeling like the universe could swallow me.

"You're lying you stupid sl*t! I knew you were a h*e!! You're just ruining my life!!" He doesn't only shout but continues to lay his hands on me. I try to fight him off but he over powers me and throws me to the ground. I couldn't protect myself from his raging kicks. More worse him kicking my stomach. Every kick on my stomach I find myself praying. Why has the Lord forsaken me? I couldn't possibly protect my little one. Every tear that burns to the floor, is every drop I hate him. My love for him sipping out through all pores. How can one man be so evil? He was going to kill my unborn baby. I open my mouth trying to plead with him.

"Marc please stop!! I swear to God I'm not cheating on you!!" I cry curling up on the ground trying to protect myself from him . I scream loudly but it only makes him angrier. "SOMEBODY!!! SOMEBODY HELP!! HE'S GOING TO KILL MY BABY!! Please someone help me!! Ahhh!!!" It's useless he is kicking harder and harder. "Marc please!! You're going to kill him!!" I cry still he couldn't stop. Is the anyone who can hear? Anyone who can save me?

" You should have thought about that when you cheated on me!!" He roughly kicks my head that I hit hard on the dresser and everything blacked out.

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"Ahhh!" I jerked from the darkness and I feel someone holding me down. I try to fight them off as I could barely make sense of anything happening. My heart racing out of my chest.

"...Calm down Mrs Mullens. I'm not going to hurt you..." I hear a women's voice not from very far.

Everything in my body felt it was on fire. My eyes failing to open. The little light that entered them hurts like hell. My head was throbbing that I wish I could just cut it off and let it heal.

"Wh-where am I?" I question through my jaded vision. My voice sounding hoarse, my throat felt like the Kalahari desert.

"Don't worry. You're at the hospital," I hear the ladies voice again.

" Water... " I cried. Few moments later they brought the water. I gulp down the water like I hadn't drank water for months.

*Cough*

*Cough*

They take back the glass as they settle me back on the mattress.

"You have nothing to worry about Mrs Mullens. You're safe now," she promised.

" But what about my baby?" My voice came out flat. It's the only thing I could think about at the moment. My baby.

"I'm sorry Mrs Mullens but we have bad news," she says. My heart starts pounding even faster. I could hardly find breath.

" What do you mean you have bad news? " I ask in a tired breathy voice. I wasn't ready to hear that something had happened to my baby.

"You had a miscarriage Mrs Mullens," she drops the bomb on my face. I couldn't stop the tears from falling out. Not my baby. I feel like screaming so loud, everyone could feel my pain.

I hated Marc with everything in me. This was all his fault. I lost my baby because of him.

Though I was not prepared for what the doctor was about to say next. " Also the miscarriage caused complications on your uterus and fallopian tubes. There's a possibility that you may not be able to convince in the future. The doctors are still running more tests."