A Heart Caught In Crime

Chapter 16 - Heartache Medication

"It's a girl." The doctor seemed shocked. "With as small as you are with this pregnancy I was betting on a boy, so please excuse my shock." He chuckled at the end of his sentence a bit before turning to me, "You are going to have to start taking iron supplements as well as vitamin D, normally I'd tell expecting mothers that they need to take prenatal vitamins but your blood work came back really good so I'm not to overly worried about it, just be careful." He stands up and exits the room.

"Oh okay," I looked to Christian in almost disbelief, "we're gonna have a baby girl..." I start to trail off and look down at my belly wondering how I'm going to take care of a baby when I can hardly take care of myself.

Christian places a hand on my belly with a smile on his face, "I need to call my mom when we get home, she is gonna be so happy for us."

"I want to visit my dads grave in Georgia before she is born, if that is okay with you." I say to Christian without looking at him in a very soft tone.

"We absolutely can, my Masterpiece." he says cupping my cheek and jawline, his thumb slowly stroking my upper cheekbones.

A small smile creeps on my face, 'Masterpiece'. The doctor comes back into the room, "I have taken the liberty to setting up your Obstetrician and Gynecologist appointments and I have wrote both appointment times and days on this card so you wont forget, and Ms. Miller I noticed you have an appointment with the therapist coming up with in the next few days would you like me to page her to your room?"

"I would love that actually," I say to the doctor, I slowly turn to Christian, "If you would like to step out and call your mom and tell her you can. Most therapy appointments take about an hour."

"Of course, my Masterpiece, what ever you need." he steps out as well as the doctor. It wasn't too long before the therapist came in and sat down. She didn't even get to say anything before I started to unload onto her.

"NO, STOP. PUT ME DOWN." I was screaming , kicking, and begging for Phillip to let me go. Tears started streaming down my face. I started grabbing anything and everything that I could railings, door frames, dead bodies in an attempt to stop him from dragging me out of the house. My weak frame was no match for Phillips strong build.

"Stop fucking moving, you will be mine. You think Christian is the person you are meant to be with, let me tell you something rights now sweetheart he's not. You, Natasha Miller, will be mine." He has a tight grip around my ankles. My belly sliding across the cold marble flooring. I started screaming for help and just screaming in general, for someone, anyone to help me but my efforts were useless.

Before I know it I'm being thrown into the trunk of his car, and with what little light shining through I could see his trunk was covered in blood. I shifted to try to make the best of my situation and get comfortable. I pick up something small and hard but a bit squishy at the same time. I got it to the light and dropped it quickly after when I found out that it was in fact a human finger. I roll over just to find a set of eyes staring back at me, lifeless. I look down to see what should have been the body belonging to the eyes staring back at me but only the head remains.

I started kicking his tail lights in an attempts to salvage any dignity I had left in being saved from what I'm assuming will be the end of my life. It seems like I'll never see Christian again. I started crying even harder.

We stopped, my hearts racing, my face feels very flushed and hot. The trunk lid opens and i wince at the bright sun shining down onto me. Phillip grabs me by the hair and drags me out of the trunk onto the hard pavement. "Why are you doing this?" I ask with tears streaming down my face as if Niagara Falls had unleashed from my eyes.

"Because I have been watching you for a long time now, Atë, I have seen your relationship with Nathan Norris rise and fall, I was there at your fathers funeral, I watched you weep at his grave, I watched you break down when you discovered that, that life wasn't for you. You needed something more, and I am that something you need."

I explain all this to the therapist. By the end of it all I was in shambles stumbling over my words speaking through the tears.

"Okay, well Ms. Miller, I am going to prescribe you some Lexapro for the depression, have you told any of this to Christian?"

"No I haven't spoke about it to anyone. Well, I told Christian that Phillip raped me but all he said was 'I know' how could he have known?" I look at her with tear filled eyes.

"I am not sure darling, you'll have to ask him yourself when you are ready to know the answer," she stated writing in her notebook. She stands up and gives me her card, "give me a call day or night, this is my personal cell phone number. I'll be there to listen no matter the time of day."

She then walks out of the room, I wiped my tears as Christian walked in and sat down next to me. He takes my hand in his and tells me that everything will be okay and lightly stated that neither of his parents answered their phones. I don't fully believe him about everything being okay but I really want to with baby girl on the way. "Thank you, I really needed that." I trail off, looking back down towards the floor unsure of what to say next, "How did you know?"

"What?"

"How did you know that I was raped? When I told you that I was raped by Phillip you said that you knew so how did you know? Did your dad tell you what he saw?"

"Are you sure you want to know the answer?" he said with his face getting red, I'm assuming he is getting angry I'm not sure if he is getting angry with me or at the fact that I didn't tell him, or maybe it was how he found out. "I'm sure.." "Well," he stood up and turned away from me, "Phillip had sent the videos of him doing unspeakable things to you, he even sent a link to a live stream that only I could see, as I was here in this very hospital, I couldn't do anything but lay there. I felt so usele..."

"Get out." I state harshly. Looking away from him.

He turns to me quickly on his heals, "What?" he says in complete shock.

"Get. Out." I say again crossing my arms. Tears brimming my eyes, but not daring to fall. "I don't want to speak to you right now, I can't even look at you, Christian. Just get out." I can possibly understand getting the messages but why even open them or continue watching if you know that is what's going on, especially to your girlfriend and with your so called 'best friend'. I call Myia in tears "Myia what do I do?"

"What's going on?" she sounded a bit flustered.

I tell her everything from the baby to the issues I've been dealing with regarding Phillip and Kayla even after their death, the situations still haunt my dreams.

"I'm sorry hun, wish there was more that I could do. 'Hey, Ashley, come here a minute'" Someone can be heard hollering from the back ground, a male voice but she never mentioned a boyfriend before.

"Who's Ashley?" I ask her very confused as she never mentioned anyone named Ashley before.

"Just a friend my love, I have to go now, love you, bye." I didn't even get to say good bye or anything before she hung up the phone.