Don't Care If I Sound Crazy (A Daltiana Story)

~Chapter 88~

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flashback

"Come here, you whore!" Pete said angrily as he roughly grabbed me by my hair.

"N-no, p-please," I started to cry, but he didn't care. He slammed me against the wall and undressed me. I was really scared, this wasn't his first time raping me. I tried to fight him off, but he was just too strong. He slapped my face and threw a punch onto my stomach, making me cry out in pain. He then threw me on the bed.

"Don't you dare to move," he said as he began undressing himself. He got on top of me. He pried my legs open and forced himself inside me. I screamed out in pain and he covered my mouth with his hand to muffle out the screams. He started going hard and I cried as I felt the burning pain in between my legs.

"Stop it, p-please," I cried and he once again slapped me.

"Shut up bitch," he muttered, "you're getting pregnant with my child whether you like it or not."

He continued going harder until he was done and got off me.

"Don't you dare to tell anyone or you're gonna pay for it," he said coldly before leaving me naked and alone.

a few weeks later...

I sat down on the toilet as I stared at the pregnancy tests. Pete paced back and forth impatiently. On one side, I was hoping that they would turn positive. It's the only way to get the abuse to stop. On the other hand, I was hoping that they would turn negative, because I wouldn't want to have a child with someone who had been raping and abusing me for the past three months.

Three minutes passed and I looked at the tests once again. They both only had one line. Pete snatched the tests from my hands and looked at them. When he saw the results, he was furious.

"You worthless bitch!" he muttered as he slapped my face. I let out a cry.

"Is that all you can do? Cry?" he raised his voice at me. He punched me on my already bruised ribs, making me fall down on the floor. He kicked my stomach and left the bathroom. What did I do to deserve this? I just wanted this to stop, but that would be impossible. I wish I was dead.

end of flashback

"Baby, you're having a nightmare," Dalton gently shook me awake. I opened my eyes and Dalton was holding me in his arms. It was just a nightmare. I was sweating and hyperventilating. My pillow was stained with sweat and tears. He wrapped his arm around me protectively and softly kissed my head as he tried to comfort me.

"You're safe with me baby," he cooed. I tried to calm myself down, but I started to remember it all again. I started sobbing. Even hearing his name would already send chills down my spine. Dalton gently caressed my thumb, knowing it would help me calm down.

"Wanna talk about it baby?" he asked me.

"I-I had a flashback about the time P-Pete r-raped and a-abused m-me," I cried onto his chest, "H-he would h-hit me and call me a w-whore when I disobeyed him or when the p-pregnancy tests turn out n-negative."

"That motherfucking bastard," he muttered.

"You're safe with me now baby," he cooed.

"I-I'm s-scared," I cried, "H-he r-raped and a-abused me for four months straight. It all s-stopped because he l-left me when he found out I was i-infertile. He still m-managed to come back and t-tried to k-kill our daughter two years later."

"I'm so sorry that you had to go through all that," he softly rubbed my back, "you did nothing to deserve any of those. I promise I'll always be here to protect you, Imogen, and our little boy. No one's gonna hurt you as long as my heart is still beating."

He continued to comfort me and my breaths slowed down as I started to calm down. He ran his fingers through my hair and softly kissed my head.

"I'm so proud of you baby," he whispered into my ear, "you're the strongest person I know."

"Mommy? Daddy?" I heard Imogen's voice outside our door.

"Come in," Dalton said and the door creaked open.

"Is everything okay?" he asked her.

"I heard Mommy crying," she replied.

"Mommy had a bad dream," he told her.

"Is she okay?"

"I'm feeling better now," I sniffled.

"Can I sleep here?" she asked and I nodded. She snuggled up next to me and buried her face on my chest.

"Do you want me to get you some water?" Dalton asked and I nodded.

"N-no, don't leave me," I cried as soon as he stood up.

"I'll make it really quick, I promise," he said, "Imogen is here, she's gonna be with you while I go downstairs."

"O-okay."

He then went downstairs and soon came back with a glass of water. He handed me the glass and I took a sip of the water. I placed the glass on top of the bedside table and got back under the blanket. At this point, Imogen had fallen asleep. I closed my eyes for a little while but quickly opened them again. I was too scared to go back to sleep. What if those nightmares start again?

"Is everything okay baby?" Dalton asked.

"I-I'm scared to go back to sleep," I said quietly. He wrapped me in his arms and kissed my forehead.

"I want you to think about our happiest memories together. Do you remember the day I asked you to marry me?" he asked and I nodded.

"A lot happened on that day," I said quietly, "it was on my birthday, and we just told our friends and family that I was pregnant with Imogen."

"You were over the moon," he lightly smiled as he ran his fingers through my hair, "I was afraid at first, I thought you were going to say no because we had only been together for five months."

"It doesn't matter," I smiled, "we're so in love and I just knew that you're the one."

"Now we're married and our little man is on the way," he said, making me smile. He kept on reminding me more of our happiest memories and I was starting to feel tired. Before I knew it, I fell asleep in his arms.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT ROMANTICIZE RAPE IN ANY WAY