::Rainee::
As soon as we got back into the house, Alejandro grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face him.
"Why are you so upset, Rainee?" He asked.
I stared blankly at him, remaining silent. Alejandro frowned.
"Well, I suppose the reason doesn't matter. However, I don't like seeing you unhappy. What do you want to do, Rain?
"Is letting me go an option?"
Alejandro folded him arms and said,
"Now why would I-"
"Then just leave me in that metal room with Chelsea."
Alejandro hung his head and sighed. A bald, buff white man, in a black, short sleeve shirt, blue jeans, and black boots walked towards us.
"You can go now." Alejandro said.
He put a hand on my shoulder and led me back to the room. Chelsea was lying sideways on the bed, looking at the wall, on top of the covers. Alejandro slammed the door shut. I could hear him stomping away, mumbling about something. I sat on the bed, next to her.
"What happened?" Chelsea mumbled.
"Some shit. I...married him, and...he took me into that motel, and he...he..." I stammered.
I could feel tears spilling down my face. Chelsea Sat up, and I buried my face in her shoulder.
"He raped me..." I whispered.
"Je vais le tuer! Je jure que je le ferai!" Chelsea yelled.
At this point, I didn't think we could possibly kill him. Even if Chelsea swore to it. She started patting my back.
"He didn't use...a condom," I said.
That means he'll probably get me pregnant! No, no, no, no, no! I would never want a child by him!
"Oh no...no, no, no." Chelsea said.
"Even if there is a baby, I'm not gonna abort it because he was born because of him.
That's murder." I mumble.
"This can't be..."
Seven months later, February 25th, 2016
Time seemed to zoom by. As I predicted, it was true. I was pregnant. By him. Seven months, so far. I had no idea if I was having a girl or a boy, because Alejandro wants to be surprised. As far as I can tell, there's only one. I've been with Alejandro for seven months. He hasn't even let us out of this room, since he found out I was pregnant. I don't know why I feel so nonchalant about this, when really, this is all fucking insane!
I want to snatch this ring off my finger and burn it. Burn it to ashes. But I can't because it's a "symbol of our love", as Alejandro claims.
As I lie on the bed, Chelsea asked a question.
"Do you think we'll ever get out of here?"
"I don't know. I hope."
Chelsea then looked into my eyes. She closed her eyes and smiled.
"I can't keep this secret much longer, Rain."
"What secret?"
Chelsea and I told each other everything. What could she be hiding from me?
"Have you ever wondered why...all these years we've been best friends, and I've never taken a liking to guys?" Chelsea asked, looking down.
I gasped at Chelsea. I didn't even know!
"You're a-"
"Lesbian. I'm pretty much in love with you, Rain. Always have been. Since we were like, 15. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I just...I thought you'd hate me, so I didn't say anything."
"Chelsea...I-I...I'm sorry. I'm straight. And you...you know this. But I'm glad you told me. I don't hate you. You're my bestie, no matter what."
I hugged Chelsea, and she began to cry. All of a sudden, Alejandro burst through the door. He looked pissed.
"I'VE HEARD ENOUGH! I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS! I WILL NOT HAVE A QUEER AROUND MY WIFE, OR MY CHILD!" He yelled, grabbing Chelsea.
"No! Don't hurt her!"
Alejandro had Chelsea in a headlock, and he took her from the room. He slammed the door shut.
"Let me go! Let go!" I heard her scream.
I could hear her voice getting further and further away. I felt extremely guilty for just standing there. But I didn't want to risk my child being hurt, if I tried to intervene! I lied down on the bed, and cried myself to sleep.
Three hours later...
::Alejandro::
At first, I was going to kill Chelsea. But I realized that would cause my Rainee pain, so I chained her to a mattress in my basement, instead. Most people would think I'd rape her. I never want to touch her again. I don't like any people who aren't heterosexual. (I, Jai'Mya, am not homophobic!!!) No, I hate them! My sister was molested by one of them. It is an abomination of God's word. It's ridiculous.
Anyways, I'm hoping the baby is a girl. I've always wanted a daughter. I know it's mine, because Rainee was a virgin, that night. I hope she's naming the baby Alejandro Jr., or Alexandra. I wish it was up to me to name it. Her baby bump is so cute. Sometimes, when I'm watching her, I'd see her rubbing her belly and smiling. She'd whisper something, but I'm never able to hear it.
I'm lying on my bed, watching Rainee. She's singing her favorite song, by Beyoncé. This time, I can hear it.
"Make it last forever...come on baby, won't you hold onto me...hold onto me...you and I together...come on baby won't you hold onto me...hold onto me...blue..."
Then, she starts humming the music after that. She's probably going to sing this to our child, after he/she us born. I can't really understand why she's singing right now, since the kid hasn't been born yet.
"Each day.........I feel so blessed to be looking at you...and when you open your eyes.......I feel alive.....now let's just live it up!"
And she continues to sing the song. She has a beautiful voice. I'm going to make a tape out of it, and listen to it, over and over. I stare at the ceiling. I really wish that kid would come out already! I can wait to see that kid! I begin to wonder what would happen if Rain were ever to leave me. No. That thought makes me mad. And if I keep thinking of it, he will come out, again.
I decide to get up, and go and visit Rain. I usually don't do that. When I walked in, she put the cover over her head. The covers are white. The headboard is white wood, and a regular rectangular shape.
"I just wanna talk, Rain."
"There is nothing to talk about, sir," Rainee said, in an irritated voice.
"Yes there is. Let's talk about you. What do you want to talk about?"
Rainee removed the covers from her head and sat up.
"Okay, Alejandro. You wanna talk? I'll talk to you. Why the hell am I still here? Clearly, we are not, quote on quote, "in love". Have you ever seen me show any affection towards you? You're wasting your time. Please. I miss my family. Just let me go."
Alejandro stared at me.
"If we didn't love each other, we wouldn't have made-"
"That was rape, Alejandro. I wanted to cry, after you did that to me. And now I'm pregnant. I'm 18, Alejandro. I may be financially able to have a kid, but not mentally. I wasn't ready for this."
Alejandro grabbed my hands.
"We're doing this together, Rain."
"I don't want to do this with you. I want to go home. I do not love you. That wasn't a legitimate marriage, so I'm not your wife, either. I was forced to marry you. Can't you see that I'm...suffering?" I said, beginning to cry.
I put my hands up to my face and cried. Alejandro said nothing. I heard him get off of the bed, and walk out of the room.
