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"You can abort the child if you want" That's what William said yesterday. To reassure me that i had a choice in this. But did I?
It has been two years since I started to try for a child, after months of disappointment when I got pregnant with a baby girl, I miscarried her. It was my fault truly, I should've taken a break from my schedule. Her blood was on my hands, I knew that.
She had a future which I sabotaged with my stubbornness, I felt genuinely gutted when that happened. William kept convincing me that it wasn't anyone's fault but I always blamed myself for it. I could've taken Will's advice of shifting my residency to France where I'd be rather free. But I didn't. I risked my daughter's life.
The remorse was still gnawing my insides as I stayed in my bed, very awake. I hadn't been able to sleep for the entire night, not even a blink. All kinds of questions were going on in my mind, do I accept this pregnancy and bring this child to life or I abort it? Is this environment favourable for a child to grow up? Would I be able to abort my own child?
I didn't think I was ready to take a decision just yet, I needed more time to think. After all there was still two months of time to rectify this. But if I aborted the pregnancy now, I would probably be in utmost guilt. I needed to see how things would go from here, was there any chance I could be free of these three psychos? Was there anyway to redeem them?
Who was I kidding? They couldn't be redeemed even if the God tried himself, I am just a human.
The sun was coming up and my eyes turned to the clock sitting on the side table, it was six already. Here we began another day. I didn't want to leave my room at all, wanting to stay cooped up in this bed for my entire life, I pulled on the covers and tried my very best to fall asleep. But I failed again.
Knock.... Knock....
"Ma'am the breakfast would be available whenever you want it, I will bring it here if you'd like" Brent's voice seeped in the cracks of the door.
"I'll eat in my room, Brent" I replied. Atleast they weren't forcing me to eat with them. That would've been so annoying at this moment.
After yesterday one thing became clear, William wasn't involved in this kidnapping of mine. His rage towards his brothers was indeed real. But he still didn't refute their claims of sharing me. He probably planned it from the beginning. To share me.
Fuck this, fuck him. I didn't understand what made me angrier, his betrayal or his blatant refusal to even consider my opinion in this sharing thing.
Few moments later, I was sitting on my bed, dressed up in some fancy clothes that were hanging in the closet after getting a shower. It was seven thirty by the time Brent came in with my breakfast. Two boiled eggs, a bagel, a cup of fruits and some coffee, I also didn't miss the prenatal vitamins kept in a cup.
