𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

~December 1st, 7:45 am ~

I woke up again, on the cold hard floor, this time the pain in my stomach had increased, it felt like someone was stabbing me with 100 knives.

More even.

I couldn't move. My body hurt too much to even slither into the mirror. I knew I was in a state, but I didn't care. I cared how my unborn baby was doing, I may not have wanted the baby, nor did I ever even stop to think if I wanted children, but that was my child. A small part of me.. and Vincenzo. 

Vincenzo.

I gasp silently.

What is he gonna think? What do I even tell him?

When will he be back?

A billion questions bounce around my brain to the point it hurts. 

I wanted this child so bad, knowing I had possibly lost it, hurt worse than my stomach right now. 

I had no idea how long it had been since he beat me, but I had no more tears left to cry. My face was dry and there was nothing left inside of me anymore.

Through the pain I try to stand, I make it onto my knees before falling on my ass, I feel the urge to scream, the pain only intensifies. 

It hurt so so much, yet it wasn't the worst thing I had ever felt.

Maybe I was overthinking it all.

Maybe it was all a dream and this was just a side effect of pregnancy.

I push off my knees and stand up, the pain intensifies, and I hunch over, hurrying to the bathroom.

I sit down on the toilet seat, and feel a horribly big thing drop through my body, and soon enough a large plop in the toilet. I glance down between me and the toilet seat and sure enough, a small thing, that looked like a blood clot, floated on the surface, it was the size of a berry. Surrounded by the now crimson red water. I felt the need to cry, but I couldn't. My body couldn't handle it.