Her Vice

(12):Nostalgia.

"You're what?!" He screamed, towering over me. I blinked repeatedly trying to string words to say.
"I-I'm pregnant, Lance, it's yours!"
"How you so definite,slut? I know you let other nights touch you," he roughly shoved me making me gasp. "What you scared for? Think I'm gon hit you, I should for calling the cops on me the last time." He pressed me against a counter.
"You're hurting me!" I cried, hoping someone would get suspicious and knock on the door. It didn't happen.
"How you know it's my baby?" He dug his nails into my wrists, I winced.
"Be-because you're the only one I slept with without a condom," I rushed through tears.
"Hm? That don't make it mine," I glared up at him receiving a slap to the face. "What I tell you about looking at me like that?!" I sniffled and wipes the snot dripping down my nose.
"I-I ju-just," I began sobbing and shaking on the floor. "Don't hurt me, Lance, please!" I begged.
"You know you're getting an abortion, right?"
"Please no...I can't do that to a growing chi-"
"It's a fucking fetus, trinity! Nothing less, nothing more. Nothing but a damn fetus!"
"How could you even say that? It's yours!" He drug me up by my hair, I whimpered for him to release me but his grip only grew tighter.
"Say that shit again," he clenched my jaw in his hand before choking me. I felt my eyes slowly rolling back before I was thrown on the handles floor, coughing and fighting to catch my breath.
"Let me teach you something! If you think you gon pin this fetus on me," he drug me by my hair across the floor until we reached the bathroom. Holding me firmly in one hand as he began the water with the other. I tried running away but it only resulted at ripping of my hair and his grip to be tighter.
"Bitches got me fucked up!" He threw my head in the water, drowning me. I attempted at breathing but I got water in my lungs, my chest and throat burning. Bubbles forming around the surface, his muffled hollering flooding my ears.
I was snatched up and I breathed for air until I was dunked again. Kicking around and screaming in the water, only hurting me.

He lifted me and slung me across the bathroom, my head hit the wall. I hissed through gritted teeth and tried rushing out of there. But I was so weak. He grabbed me roughly,"Think you gon play me, I'll kill the thing myself." He punched me repeatedly in my stomach. I kicked, punched and slapped him away but he just seemed to come back ten times harder. I slid down the wall half unconscious. His blurry figure panting and yelling. "Shit!" He held his hands on top of his head, pacing the bathroom. Fluttering my eyes and pain hit me intensely, I cringed as blood covered my hands. I began trembling of fear, "No, no, no." I sobbed and tears rimmed under his eyes. "What did you do?!" He crunched down and screamed softly.

"I'm so sorry,baby," he rushed out. I exhaled sharply. "Please lord, protect her, please..." I rubbed circles into my stomach slowly. The front door slammed making me huff, scooting over with the bit of strength I possessed. Seeing the house phone not too far away, I could reach it if I drug myself there.
"C''mon, Trin, you can do it," I put my weight on my arms as I scooted across the floor. Crushing at the pain that struck me, "You got this." I coached myself on as my fingers brushed across the phone. Falling forward as it fell into my clench, sighing in relief. Dialing 9-1-1 with bloody fingers, "Yes,yes! I-uh, he hurt me and I'm bleeding everywhere. My baby, my baby-" I was cut off by my own sobs.
"Ma'am, please breathe for me. I have your location accessed but until help gets there can you explain to me what happened?" I held my pounding head.
"He got mad, and he began punching me and tried drowning me. I think he wanted to kill me," I felt my heart literally shatter. "I-I didn't mean to upset him, I thought he'd be excited about it."
"How far along are you, miss?"
"About four months, I found out a few weeks ago..."
"Does your boyfriend or whom ever put his hands on you often?"
"No, I mean he yells but it's never been this far." I furrowed my eyebrows as the pain hit harder. The door crashed open and I looked up to find them there rolling in a stretcher.

I came crashing to my knees as nostalgia hit me with great force. Holding my heart as I felt everything flooding back to my mind. I began feeling bad but I knew my choices were the best decision. Having Rakim raise a child who wasn't even his, Sasha was Lance's. Rakim was so thrilled and I couldn't just crush him like that. It was thought of on a broken heart. I sat back letting my hair fall in my face, pushing my body against the dish washer. Feeling the settle rumble of the machine as I choked on my tears forming. "All you do is fuck up, Trin." I mumbled and shook my head. Sitting in the dark silence as I closed my eyes, feeling the tears stream down my cheeks. The front door creaked open and the lights flickered on, I sniffled. "Baby? Where you at?" Karim' voice boomed as he sat his  things down.

"Um, down here," I peaked my head above the counter.
He chuckled softly them furrowed his eyebrows as he came closer,"What's the matter, baby?" I raised slowly and glanced down as I played with my fingers.
"I really need to talk to you, Karim." I glanced up at him slowly. I could tell thoughts began flooding his mind quickly.
"You breaking up with me?" I heard the crack in his voice, that he attempted at playing off.
"'No! But it's serious," I looked at him with softened eyes.
"You wanna discuss it like grown adults under a fort?" I cracked a smile. He grinned back and I nodded.

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