They couldn't see it! But they did. They were detectives and good police officers, so they'd probably figure that the bruises were from Chris. At Tim's expression, I actully could even tell that he knew. There was this fire in his eyes like he wanted to kill someone, and it sure wasn't the poor paramedic he yelled at for taking so long to get here.
"Tim, calm down a little."
Angela gave him the typical 'Angela look', one of the rare ones he listened to, and he even apologized to the paramedic.
I fidgeted with my hands, knowing that sooner or later, they would ask about the bruises. They would ask why my blood sugar was so low and why I hadn't eaten properly lately.
When we arrived at the hospital, I got checked out, and they told me exactly what I had already known. Low blood sugar, a few bruises and cuts, and a few contutions. When they asked me what they were caused by, I just told them that I've been attacked at the job. But then, they told me something's I didn't know. I wished I had never known. Which I wished never would've happened.
"Ok, well despite that, your baby is fine, and you can be discharged."
"M-my what?"
"Oh, you didn't know? Then congratulations, you're ten weeks pregnant."
Ten weeks. That was when everything had started. When he had started to abuse torture and rape me. Hadn't he used a condom? Obviously not. My sight started to go blurry as my breathing got faster, my heart rate sped up, and the corners of my view started to black out, making their way further into the middle. Then, I passed out again.
"Lucy?"
Tim's soft voice greeted me when I woke up. The first thing I could do was crying because goddamn this situation was just to cry.
"Hey, it's okay!"
He stood up to hug me, but I flinched. Tim frowned first, but then he just took my hand, which I appreciated a lot.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"About what?"
I asked as I had calmed down a little, trying to act like nothing was going on, so that he'd just drop it, but, of course, I mean, I am talking about Tim Bradford, that didn't work.
"C'mon, Lucy!"
I could see that he wanted to tell but held himself back. I struggled. What was I supposed to tell him? The truth? No. No? I mean, I could, but I couldn't. Yeah, that made no sense, but somehow it did. Like, when I'd tell him, what if he would agree to what Chris saw in me? It was the truth, wasn't it? I thought so.
Oh the other side, of I wouldn't tell him, Chris wouldn't stop. He would want to keep this baby, I knew he did. He had mentioned the theme kids before, and while I told him that I wanted to wait for another while, he wanted them right away. To be honest, I just think I didn't want kids with him. I wanted them with Tim.
Wait, what?
This realization didn't make my situation any better. Anyways, I had to decide, and so I did.
"Chris is-"
"What am I?"
And there my guys, did the devil enter the room.
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Abusive Chris
RomanceI think the title explains it. I won't uptade as long chapters as I usally do in my stories, because I don't have that much time in the moment, but I hope you still like it. A/N: Open ending, sorry.
