Love Hurts

Prologue

               
                                            Warning!!! This chapter is graphic. It has the major abuse in it. So, if you have been abused, pregnant and abused. If you have lost a unborn baby because of the abuse please make sure you understand what you are about to read in this chapter could tigger you, so if these are triggering factors for you please do not read the Prologue skip it all together and move on to chapter one I promise you the book does get better then the sad prologue.

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                     "You stupid bitch... you thought getting pregnant would excuse you from doing your chores and taking care of yourself, you idiot," Alan shouted at me because I didn't want to attend his work party tonight. It seems like nothing is ever good enough for him, even though the house is spotless. I never expected him to use my pregnancy against me. I'm three months along, and he had been so supportive since finding out he was going to be a father. He showers me with affection and takes care of me when I'm sick or have cravings in the middle of the night. He's become the loving Alan I fell in love with in high school.
     But now, the Alan I've known for the past five years is back. He's under a lot of pressure due to a big promotion, so I understand why he's acting this way. I'm just exhausted and don't understand why I have to attend this office party. He never wanted me at these events before, so why now?
     "Alan, I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd want me to potentially embarrass you on such an important day."
     "Do you really think I'm that stupid, Camilla? I know you don't want to go because you want to bring your damn boyfriend over tonight, while I'm trying to build a better life for us and our baby," Alan accuses me.
     "Alan, I don't have a boyfriend. I never have and never will. You're the only one for me." I try to calm him down because when he gets like this, I usually end up bedridden for days from his abuse, and I don't want to risk anything happening to the baby. I may have reservations about bringing a child into this life, but I want nothing but safety for our baby.
     The look in Alan's eyes is terrifying.
     "Run, Camilla!" My instincts are screaming at me.
     But I couldn't move my legs fast enough before Alan grabbed a handful of my hair, forcefully pulling me towards him.
     "Where do you think you're going, bitch? Did you really believe you could talk to me like that and get away with it?" he spits out.
     "No, Alan, I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking. I know you're stressed out. Let me get dressed, and we'll go. I apologize for being grumpy. It must be the pregnancy hormones," I plead, hoping he'll let me go.
     Alan snorts. "You really think I'm that stupid, huh? Don't you bitch?" he asks, turning me around to face him. Before I can react, he punches me in the face, leaving me disoriented.
     I almost fall backward, but Alan catches me, holding me up just enough to kick me in the stomach. I collapsed to the ground in pain.
     "No, Alan, the baby!" I yell, clutching my stomach.
     "Do you really think I care about some other bastard's child?" Alan yells, a twisted grin on his face. "Did you really think I would raise someone else's baby?" He kicks me in the stomach once more for good measure.
      "I don't know what you're talking about, Alan," I cry out, desperate to make him understand.
      "No, you wouldn't, because you're too stupid to realize I've been having you followed every time you leave the house. I've seen you go to that house every day, and I know you never quit the hospital. You've been working there for the past five years, even after I told you to quit when we got married. I let it slide because you were still home every night, with dinner on the table," Alan reveals, his grip on my hair tightening as he drags me out of the bedroom and into the hallway.
     "Alan, please stop, I beg you!" I plead, tears streaming down my face.
     "Please! Alan, stop!" I continue to beg, but he only taunts me.
     Once in the hallway, Alan drags me to the top of the stairs, lifting me up by my hair. He wears an evil smile on his face.
    I know what's about to happen next will be horrific, but I can't prevent it.
    He raises his foot as high as it will go, looking me directly in the eyes. "Bye, bitch," he smirks and kicks me in the stomach.
     I tumble backward, down the stairs.
     Now, I have two choices: reveal that I'm still alive and risk him causing more harm to me, or pretend to be dead.
     I choose the latter.
      Alan descends the stairs and leans over me. "Now you have a valid excuse to decline going to the party with me, you ignorant and self-centered bitch. I remain motionless as Alan exits the room. Instantly, I sense that something is amiss with the baby.

                                                                               Authors Note,
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