Dear Diary, August 22nd, 2014
I'm three weeks pregnant! I have to set up a doctor's appointment soon. I was walking down the stairs when my dad stepped into my view, I froze in my steps. Slowly he raised his hand motioning for me to come down. Once I reached him he grabbed me by my hair and threw me to the ground, sending a kick to my back. Yelling he told me get up, a sadistic smile on his face. Placing one hand on my shoulder, he sent the other one straight into my stomach. Punch after punch landed directly into the one place where my baby was safe, keyword was. Shoving me down he straddled me once again while his fists came into contact with my face Once he knew my face was black and blue he stood up chest heaving and gave me one last kick before strolling off as if nothing ever happened . I placed a hand on my stomach and knew what happened, there was no way the tiny human inside of me could've survived that. The sudden urge to use the bathroom had me crawling back up the stairs where I entered the bathroom and sat on the toilet. A sharp pain in my lower abdomen had me hunched over. When I was done there was a very small red pouch surrounded by blood in the bowl. My hand shot to my mouth as a silent tear trailed down my battered face. I just had a miscarriage ...
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