Little did anyone know I hid my cigarettes in my bra, good place I know. I advise. I pulled one out along with my lighter and lit it. Fuck me it felt good. All I need now is a vodka and lemonade with ice. It was peaceful laying on my stomach watching the trees move and the birds singing I needed this. I kicked my heels off and rolled my dress up hoping I'd catch a tan before this small bit of freedom got taken away from me.
It went dark... what the fuck. My cigarette got kicked out of my hand. I was pulled up by my hair.
"Ouch. Fuck. Bitch. Bastard. That fucking hurts"
I cursed.
I knew who it was, of course it was him Blake the women beater and breeder. I chuckled to myself gritting through my teeth.
"Blake, sir whatever you want to be called. I'm not doing any harm, just wanted to lay in the garden like I asked but you declined. Just needed some fresh air also to hear the birds sing"
I said through gritted teeth still in pain as he gripped my hair tighter.
"You're harming my unborn child. I told you and so did the fucking doctor no more fucking smoking!!!"
He was angry extremely angry.
He grabbed my heels and pushed them onto my feet. They kill they hurt so bad I could cry the blisters where unbearable.
"Blake please not the heels they hurt my feet, I'm blistered."
"I do not care you're my wife you will wear heels and dresses at all times. Expect from bed of course."
He sat me back down on the grass and he pulled me onto his lap placing his hand gently resting on my stomach. I wanted to run it was making me feel sick. Bile rising up and down my throat ready to release its self at any point. What was he doing I wasn't pregnant, I need to find a doctor that can give me some sort of pill. I'm desperate. Anything.
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Fantasy⚠️THIRD STORY IS OUT⚠️ Step into Arabellas and Blake's story... Arabella- sweet sweet Arabella. You're in for the ride of your life. Hold tight and buckle down. Mafia princess turned into queen and mother all in a flash by a possessive nasty brutal...
