Helpless

Chapter 9: It's Time

Pain.

Pain is all I can feel. It's everywhere. My back, my stomach, everywhere.

"Conner!" I scream. It's been going on for a few minutes now. The contractions. I didn't want to say anything to him yet because I have been having false labor pains for about a month, and I don't want to bother him with another false alarm. 

He comes rushing into our bedroom "What baby, what is it?"  He has been sleeping on the couch for the past couple of nights on the account of me keeping him up with my constant tossing and turning. 

Conner hurries to my side once he sees that I am doubled over in pain. Tears streaming down my face. I obviously don't do well with pain. "It's time," I quietly whispered. His face lights up with excitement. He starts running around the room like a chicken with his head cut off trying to grab everything that we needed.

"Overnight bags, shoes, jacket, keys... okay that's everything," he mutters to himself. He then runs out the door and down the stairs. I quietly sit there as the contraction passed and waited for him to realize the one thing he forgot: me. 

I hear a loud curse and heavy footsteps flying up the stairs. "That would have been a little awkward," Conner laughs. He carefully helps me stand and rushes me down the stairs and out of the door. We hurry down the hallway of our apartment building. "Oh crap!" Conner exclaims. "I hope the elevator is close to our floor."

"Yeah, that would be nice," I puff, breathing heavily. "'Cuz I am not taking the stairs!" We push the elevator button and wait. Luckily, the elevator was there in no time and we got in. 

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"C'mon Ella, push!" the doctor yelled. "You're almost there. Just a few more."

Conner brushes my sweaty hair away from my face, with the biggest smile on his face, "You are so close, love," he goes down by the doctor to see the progress that I have made. "The head is out!" He comes back up to me and kisses my forehead. 

God, I cannot wait for this to be over. I just want to hold my baby. After a while, I hear the doctor say that the baby is out. "It's a girl!" Tears instantly were falling down my face. "Conner, would you like to cut the umbilical cord?" the doctor asks. He nods his head and walks over to her. 

After a few seconds, they held up our baby. I looked at her, my beautiful baby girl. They hand her to me so I can hold her for a little bit before they take her to clean her up. Conner's face comes into my line of sight. He is also crying.

Together we stare at our beautiful baby, and I am amazed by how much I already love her. All the pain, all of the pushing instantly leaves my mind because all I can think about is this amazing little girl that lays on my lap. They give us some time with her before they tell me that they are going to take her to clean her and get her measurements. "Does beautiful baby Andrews have a name?

I smile widely at Conner before I look back at the nurse, "Macy. Macy Lynn Andrews."

***END OF FLASHBACK***

I wake up to the sound of rain on the windows. It's dark and I am still laying on the floor. Except now I am on our bedroom floor. How kind of him to throw me on the floor instead of our bed. I struggle to stand but settle for sitting once I realize the amount of pain that I am feeling. There's a tiny puddle of blood around my head. I grab ahold of my nightstand and stumble over to the bathroom mirror. 

I flinch back at the sight of my reflection. I look worse than normal. I must have really pissed him off this time. I suddenly remember the kids still being awake when this was all happening. I hurry, as fast as I can go, to their bedrooms. They're all tucked in sound asleep. I then go in search of Conner, but he is nowhere to be found. I check the garage. His car is missing. 

Good ridden's. I climb, well crawl, up the stairs. I clean the dry blood off of the floor, get in my pajamas, and crawl into bed. 

I cannot keep living like this. I do not need my kids to see their father beating the living shit out of their mother. I won't let this happen again. So for now, I just need to keep on pretending like I have been, for the sake of my children. 

As I lay in bed, I can't help but smile at the memory of the day that Macy was born. That was one of the best days of my life. Next to Logan and Hudson being born. Many women will say that their wedding day was one of the best days, and it was at one point, but not anymore. That memory has since been replaced from the face of the man I loved, to the face of the man who beats me constantly. The man that I promised to love through sickness and in health, till death do us part. 

I'm afraid that day might come for me sooner than I thought...

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