Letters From the Lost

~Max~

TW: Graphic violence

My anxiety rose, there was nothing I could do. I was frozen to the floor. Noah just left and it feels like he might never come back. I can see why, I just broke his heart. I stared up at the ceiling, I longed for Noah's touch. I wanted him to just be here and hold me. But he was gone, he left and I had no idea how to find him. I felt sick to my stomach.

I heard footsteps lead to the door, then the door opened. I felt a burst of adrenaline flow through my body. I pushed myself off the floor and looked at the front door to see if it was Noah. But I quickly froze when I saw who was there. Jackson was entering my home and he was fuming. "Oh," I whispered. Jackson walked toward me.

"I heard about a little thing that happened," He said. He put his hand on my stomach, he stared into my eyes. I felt frozen and there was nothing I could do. "How far along are you?"

My breath hitched as Jackson leaned in closer. "Th- Th- Three m- months," I whispered.

"Three months? Why am I finding out about this now? I mean, I feel like it would be nice to know about having a child, Maxine." His hand found the side of my neck, his grip tightened slightly. I could feel my eyes burn.

"I just found out today," I whispered. I looked down at the ground, my heart pounding. I prayed that Noah would be home soon. "Who told you?"

"Your little boyfriend of yours, he wasn't very happy with me. He almost dislocated my jaw earlier. I'm thinking about pressing charges, I just had to do something first." His voice was so dark and evil. His mouth was right next to my ear, I could feel him breathing.

"It would be hard to press charges when he hit you for assaulting me, it seems like the odds wouldn't be in your favor," I rambled. Jackson's breathing accelerated, his grip around my neck tightened.

"There is no way in hell you are going to carry that abomination," Jackson said loudly. He lifted his hand and punched me in the face. I leaned back and gripped my burning cheek. He shoved me down, I stumbled backwards and smacked my head on the ground. I groaned and looked up, Jackson sat on my stomach, putting all his weight on me. I could hardly breathe. He leaned down and whispered, "Your boy toy can't protect you now." He lifted his hand and started punching me in the face continuously. One after another, I could feel blood dripping down my face. The pain was excruciating. I prayed that Noah would just walk through that door and he would save me. I was too weak to save myself. Finally he stopped, I spat blood out, making it land all over Jackson. He cackled manically.

"Oh, poor Maxine. It seems you're a little bloody. Maybe I can help with that!" He wiped my face with his hand aggressively.

"Jackson, please! Don't do this! Let me go!" I cried. He wasn't going to budge. I heard a click of something, I looked up and saw Jackson holding a switchblade.

He pressed the blade against my cheek, slicing down. I felt the blood stream down my cheek. I tried to squirm out of Jackson's clutches, but it was no use. "Jackson, please!" I begged. "I'm pregnant for hell's sake!" He wouldn't budge.

"Like I said, you aren't going to be pregnant with that abomination!" He yelled. He smacked me across the face with all of his strength. I couldn't help but cry now. I sobbed quietly, gasping for air. All of a sudden I felt a quick pressure in my stomach. The pain was excruciating. I quickly realized that Jackson had stabbed all six inches of the blade into my stomach. I could feel the metallic blood flooding my throat. "W- Why, J- J- Jackson?" I stuttered. He punched me in the face again. Finally he stood up, I rolled over and tried to crawl away, but he grabbed my foot. He dragged me back toward him. He kicked me in the stomach like it was a soccer ball. I gasped for air, but nothing happened.

I could feel myself start slipping into a state of fatigue. I tried my best to fight it, but it was too great. I desperately wanted to stay awake, hoping that Noah would be here soon. Hoping that he would show up and save me. Everything started fading to black slowly, I could still feel the constant forceful kicks to my stomach. I could feel the blood from my stomach flood out, all over my clothes and the floor.

I slipped in and out of consciousness for what felt like forever. It felt like I had enough energy to open my eyes. My left eye was swollen shut. I could feel blood dripping down my face. I laid in a pool of blood that was constantly spilling out of my stomach. I layed on the floor, limp. My body was so sore, there was blood everywhere. I couldn't even move. The air around me was thick, it was like trying to breathe with thick rubber balloons for lungs.

I fought the fatigue again, I knew if I passed back out, I most likely wouldn't wake up. I started losing hope. Noah wasn't here, and it felt like he wouldn't ever show up.

There were quiet footsteps leading to the door. I could feel my body fill with hope. Hopefully Noah finally got here. "Max?" It was Noah. I could feel my heart rate slow faster and faster. I felt so weak, I couldn't even speak. It hurts so bad to breathe. "OH GOD!" I heard Noah say, but everything quickly faded to black.