I looked up at Owen’s stone cold eyes. My breathing hitched as his fist came down again and again on my poor young body; his fist smashing my stomach again. “My Baby!” I screamed. “Leave him alone!
Leave my poor baby alone!” I screamed again and again looking down at the perfect baby bump that lay on top of my stomach. I wrapped my arms around my belly protecting the precious baby underneath.
I curled up in a ball my last hopes of protecting the baby I love in my belly.
“Just let me get rid of that mistake Ryan!” He yelled at me. I shook my head and screamed.
“No, Help! Help me!” I yelled. He slapped me.
“Shut up Bitch!” He growled at me. My breath hitched in my throat as I heard his zipper get pulled down as he bit my neck. I felt everything. Every movement, every bite he took from my skin, every
slap he landed. Everything. My body shook as I screamed one last time before the blackness took over the felling of pain…….
I jolted upright in my bed looking around the dark room. I was home. Owen wasn’t here. He was in another state. “Breath Ryan, Breath.” I whispered to myself. I ran a hand down my still flat
stomach. I have been having these dreams since we moved in 2 months ago. I was safe; no one was hurting me or my family. I looked at the clock. 6.30. It was only 6.30 in the morning. Great. I
flapped back in bed before getting up and putting my feet on the ground. Felix jumped on my lap purring away. “Hey Buddy; I got to get ready for school.” I laughed putting him on the bed getting up
walking out of my room and walked down to the kitchen were Mom was.
“Another bad dream Baby?” She asked from where she was making breakfast for TJ and I. Dad has been gone for almost two months now so she put all her energy in caring for me and TJ, since Hunter is
still gone. It was almost Christmas, which was the hardest time of the year since both of them were gone. School was sucked really. TJ and Logan got on to the school football team and had friends
fast as for me, I was alone most of the time. I sat alone at lunch, had no real friends, really I kept to myself.
“Yeah same one with the pregnancy too. It is getting so weird. But you know me.” I sighed taking a bite of the French toast she made for me.
“The doctor just said it was from the trauma of the rape Baby. I’m sorry.” Mom said kissing my head. Ah also in the 2 months we have been here Owen got arrested for rape and was sentenced to 12
years in prison. I helped after they me after he got accused by another girl who was about a year older than us failed for rape charges as well. I will never forget that day...........
The trail was simple with Doctors testifying about me and Emilia of our hospital visits and all our medical treatments. Emilia, or Emmy as everyone called her, was Owen’s old girlfriend before he
dated me. We talked a little but nothing too big. They made us take the stand. I had mine fast, told my story and sat back down next to TJ and Mom. Emilia on the other hand, not so lucky. “So
Emilia, you are trying to tell me that my client has raped you many times.”
“Yes. He did it a lot and repeatedly.” She said. I felt for her. No one was believing her. We planned to talk after the trail.
“Do you have any proof that he did? It was, as you say, over a year ago.” He said with a smug smile. God I hate lawyers.
“I do have proof.” That surprised him.
“Ha ha take that you smug bastard.” I giggled quietly. TJ patted my hand laughing under his breath.
“What proof?” He asked putting his hand down on the ledge of the jury.
“My son.” She said almost as smug as he was. That stumped him.
“How do I know it was forced sex that conceived this child?” He asked. You can tell he was pulling at strings.
“You don’t but from the stories and the hospital records you should know that ‘your client’ is a sick rapist.” She said leaning back. The Judge looked at her.
“No side comments please, Miss Sycamore.” She said raising her eye brow.
“Sorry Ma’am.” She said folding her arms. The Lawyer looked around the room.
“That is it.” He said sitting down next to a well dressed Owen…………….
“Sweet heart?” Mom said putting her hand on top of my cheek. I snapped out of the memory and looked at her. “You zoned out again.” She smiled.
“Sorry, I was just thinking.” I said finishing off my French toast. She smiled back at me.
“Okay sweet heart. You should get to school so you don’t miss it.” She said taking my plate away.
“What about TJ?” I asked. She laughed.
“He left about 10 minutes ago. Remember you said you were going to meet Emmy after school so don’t forget.” She said handing me my back pack.
“Thanks Mom, love you.” I smiled kissing her cheek.
“Love you.” She called as I ran to my truck…….
School really just sucked. Life used to be easy now I really am fighting to get through the day. Lunch was hell. I sat alone; even though Logan and TJ tried for the ten billionth time to get me to
sit with them. The school part was fine too. I ran to my locker grabbed my coat and my back pack and left. I drove to this little coffee shop were Emmy said we could meet. I sat in a booth and
ordered a hot chocolate. Emmy walked in after about 5 minutes Emmy walked in, holding the cutest little bundle of jackets.
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