Forever is Perfect

Chapter 21

NICKI POV

"Hey thanks for coming." I smiled slightly as Thembi and Bri entered the house. "Rika stayed the night at her moms tonight."

"Of course honey, but I just can't wrap my head around the thought of him hurting you." Bri hugged me.

"Yeah.. Neither can he." I sighed. "In the mornings he doesn't remember it."

"Aww honeyy" Thembi hugged me.

"He should be home any minute." I sighed again and withdrew from the hug.

The front door opened and Drake entered drunk once again.

"Hi Aubrey." Bri cleared her throat.

"Hi Bri. Hi Thembi." He spoke tiredly.

"Hi." Thembi replied.

"Hi.." I said softly.

"Come here" He grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the kitchen.

"Yes?" I asked, still speaking softly.

"Who said you can have company?" he growled.

"I-I just.. I was bored and lonely." I was only partially lying.

"You can have company over when I ALLOW you to have company over. Now go tell them to leave. And meet me upstairs." He jerked me away from him.

I walked out to where Thembi and Bri were. "Pretend to leave, then hurry upstairs to the nursery and close the door." I whispered.

I opened and shut the front door, after we said our pretend 'Good byes' and rushed upstairs quietly.

I sat on the bed and lifted my shirt to reveal my baby bump.

"I love you more than anything else in the world" I whispered to the baby. "I want you to know that no matter what happens, I will always love, protect, and care for you... Until the day I die."

Drake entered, I decided once again to just protect the baby.

"Come here" He ordered.

I approached him, covering my stomach.

He snatched me up by the collar of my shirt.

"Babe, I can deal with you hurting me but please do not hurt the baby." I pleaded.

"Don't hurt the baby," he mocked and pretended to punch my stomach.

"Aubrey please!" I begged.

He tightened his grip on me, "Thats my baby that I am allowing you to carry. You don't deserve another child. You already killed yours. And I can hurt mine if I want to. But I'm not you."

His words stung more than any physical pain he could ever put me through.

"Guess that shut you up huh?" he sneered and pushed me to the bed. I couldn't think about anything besides what I had done. Was he right? Did I not deserve another child?

He unbuttoned my pants roughly and yanked them off of me. He used the same careless manner with my top. I lay there limp, not fully processing the need to stop him anymore. There wasn't a need to. I killed my children years ago, and did no jailtime for it. I secluded myself, attempted suicide, nothing worked. Nothing was ever quite painful enough to feel like punishment. Until now, falling in love with the very person who could tear your heart into pieces that will probably never be fixed again. I give up.

I closed my eyes and could almost hear the pieces fall into the emptiness which had once housed my spirit and my soul.

There was a low beat that echoed in the midst of the fallen pieces, the beat was soft and steady.