Abusive Love

44. Be Careful

A few hours later

I woke up in a hospital room. I tried to sit up, but I felt a pain in my stomach, and I suddenly remembered what happened. I began bawling, which gathered the attention of a nearby doctor.

"Hello, you must be Mrs. Ramone." a short man said, "I'm Dr. Hills."

I couldn't say anything except, "My baby."

"Good news your husband got you to the hospital just in time, your baby is alive, you'll have to be more careful around the stairs Mrs. Ramone," Dr. Hills said.

I smiled weakly and nodded my head. The doctor told me to be on bed rest for the rest of my pregnancy, but I didn't mind. Maybe then Jay would leave me alone. I was so tired of dealing with this. I loved Jay, but I couldn't let him keep treating me like this. While I was thinking, Jay walked in, holding a bouquet of roses. I didn't say anything. Instead, I looked out the window. Material things wouldn't change what he did. As much as I hate to admit it, this is his baby too. How could he just do something like that to his own son

"I'm sorry, I fucked up," Jay said, "Please forgive me."

"I hate you," was all I could say.

"I'm trying to be better. Why are you being such a bitch!" he yelled while throwing the roses onto the ground.

Jay continued to scream at me until a nurse came in asking what was wrong.

"I'm taking her home, get her shit ready," he said.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but she needs to stay for another three days at least," the nurse said.

Suddenly, Jay grabbed her throat and slammed her into the nearest wall.

"Jay, stop!" I screamed, "I'll come home just stop!"

He eventually put her down, and she rushed to get my stuff together.

I was hoping she would get security, but instead she came back with a bag of my things and left. 

20 minutes later

Jay wheeled me out of the hospital and into his car.

The car ride was silent. I couldn't let him hurt my baby again. Even if that meant shutting my mouth every once and a while.

We finally got to the house, and I waited for him to wheel me out. Instead, he carried me into the house.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

Jay didn't respond. He just carried me into his study. He opened a secret staircase. I began hitting his chest and screaming.

"Jay, where are you taking me?" I screamed.

"I need to make sure you never leave me," he said.

We reached a soundproofed room with a one-sided mirror on one wall. There were an open bathroom and two thin blankets on the concrete floor.

"Jay please," I begged, but he ignored me.

How could he do this when I'm carrying his child. I began to sob hoping he would feel an ounce of sympathy, but it was like he just shut off his emotions. I hated when he did that, because I knew no matter what I said or did I wasn't going to get through to him. 

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