When Nick and I got to the funeral....he insintly fell apart. He looked at me and he had sadness and hurt in his eyes. I held his hand squeezing it slightly. Nick was a crying a waterfall by the time the funeral started. This was stressing me out. Seeing Nick like this made me feel helpless because I wouldn't know what to do. This stress and sadness is not good for me. It wasn't good for the baby either. I am about 4 months pregnant and I have never felt the baby kick before. "Hello everyone. Today we are gathered here to say our last words to Jessie- Nick's sister. She was a wonderful girl and she cared about her family and friends. She was an awesome girl who could make anyone happy. Would anyone like to come up here and say a few words?" Nick raised his hand and then got up. He looked at me and said, "can you come up with me, please?" He asked. Of course I went up with him because I didn't want him to be alone. If he broke down- I would be there with him. Nick started to speak and his voice cracked alot. "My sister was my everything. She was with me all the time. She was there for me when I was upset and she would always cheer me up. Jessie was an amazing sister. If I have never been born. I wouldn't have had a chance to have an amazing life with her that I had. I love Jessie. But now its time to say my last goodbye." He walked over to her and said something that I couldn't quite hear. I felt tears well up in my eyes. By this point I was sobbing. Nick had fully broke down and all I could do was comfort him. "I miss her so much." Nick said in-between sobs. I lightly caressed his arm to comfort him. "I know you do babe. Everything is going to be ok. I know it. I'm here for you no matter what." I said reassuring him. We then went home and sat on the couch....thinking about how this had happened.
3 months later
Nick and I had just gotten home from the doctors office. I was getting a check up on the baby. We don't know what the sex is because we want to wait till its born. Nick and I had already started picking out names. If it's a girl her name would be Sophia. If it's a boy his name would be Alex. I have two more months until my due date which is supposed to be on August 14th. I am not looking forward to the pain and all but I am looking forward to being a mom. "I can't wait to be a daddy. I'm so excited. I can't wait until u come into this world baby." Nick said putting his hand on my big belly. I felt a small flutter and it makes me fall more in love with my baby the more I feel it. "I'm guessing that means you're excited to, huh?." Nick said also feeling the kick. "So, Ally. We should plan the wedding soon before u have the baby. I was thinking maybe next week." Nick said. I looked at him like he was crazy because there was no way we would have a whole wedding set up in just a week. I was about to say something but my phone started ringing. The number was 'unknown' but I answered anyways and I regret doing so. "Hello?" I said in the phone. "Well hello there Ally." That voice made me drop my phone and I stood still unable to move. "Babe what's wrong?" Nick asked with concern in his eyes. I started to cry. "My father. He is on the phone." I said scared to death. Nick picked up the phone from the floor and answered. "Hello?" "Well hello there Ally's 'saviour' " "What do you want you bastard?!?" I heard Nick shout. "I want Ally. She needs to pay for running away from me." My father said. (The phone is on speaker). "She ran away from you because you abused her you bitch! I swear to god if I see you near her I will kill you, you bastard!" Nick said then he hung up. At this point I was on the floor crying my eyes out with fear. Nick nealt down to me and pulled me into a tight hug. "It's ok babe. I will keep you safe. I swear to god if he tries anything on you I will kill him! You don't deserve this suffering." He said with worry and anger in his voice.
The next day I slept in late. I was going through way to much things right now. With a baby on the way I need to be more calm. But how could I when my father had called me. I felt so unsafe because he could be anywhere. I was having a bad dream about father finding me and abusing me more than before. I guess I was screaming and squrming around because I was being shook awake by a very scared Nick. "Babe wake up ur having a bad dream!" He shouted. When I finally was awake I started crying. "What happened?" "I had a dream about my father finding me and abusing me again and again. But with more force and punches." I said starting to cry harder. Nick brought me into a hug and told me everything is going to be ok.
But how do you know? What if he finds me? I thought.
I don't know if everything will be OK. I don't know because my father had found me before. He found me then he found my mom. "Nick. I have something to tell you." He looked at me with concern in his eyes. "What is it?" He asked. "My father had found me before. I don't know how but he found me. I was with my mother in a motel. It was no where near where we lived. He found me - and he hurt me more.", I said. I was so scared because I knew that if he could find me once - he would find me again.
I didn't know what to do. I was so scared. First the sad moment in the funeral home and now this. What else could go wrong here?.
