- 3.
Yes, I was pregnant.
Ethan had gotten drunk after an argument
with Olivia and had slept with me, mistaking
me for her.
I got pregnant shortly after.
Ethan knew.
Last time, I’d used that favor to force him
into marriage, resulting in Olivia’s suicide.
He constantly force–fed me, until my belly
grew huge.
He didn’t take me to the hospital when I went
into labor.
Г
My baby got stuck, I bled out, the child
suffocating to death in my womb.
I still remembered the pain; the tremors, the
blood–red eyes, the agonizing effort that
resulted in nothing.
Back home, I touched my still–growing belly.
It was time to end this.
I slept.
Four hours.
Four hours later, I received a message:
“My mom’s sick, come over.
“”
Ethan was a monster, but his mother had
always been kind to me. My parents and his
had been close friends. His mom treated me
like her own daughter.
But the message didn’t sound like Ethan’s
writing style. He never used punctuation.
This was Olivia. Only she would dare touch
his phone.
Knowing it was a trap, I went anyway.
Г
As soon as I opened the door, a bucket of ice
water was thrown over me.
The icy chill engulfed me; my abdomen seized
in pain.
A cacophony of laughter filled the silent
house.
Opening my eyes, I saw a group of young
people, their eyes full of amusement.
Olivia stood among them.
“Make her kneel.”
Someone kicked me down.
Olivia smirked.
“Do you know how much Ethan hates you?
You, you slut, you got pregnant by him behind my back.”
She picked up a bottle of liquor.
“You only use cheap tricks to trap him.
Today, you’ll regret carrying his child.”
She raised the bottle.
She thought I would be scared. I wasn’t.
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I drank it all. Every drop.
I didn’t want Ethan. I didn’t want this baby.
“More?” I asked Olivia.
She called me crazy.
She grabbed a hot curling iron, then pressed
it towards my eyes.
Suddenly, someone screamed,
“Blood! She’s bleeding!”
A sharp pain ripped through my abdomen; my
face turned white.
Olivia paused, but quickly recovered.
She dropped the curling iron and, before
anyone could react, she kicked my stomach.
Blood spurted out.
Before I could scream, I blacked out.
