Sparks Fly [Completed]

19. He knows

We planned to leave in 3 weeks. We had to arrange thing's. She couldn't leave without telling her parents so she did. She didn't tell them about my pregnancy though. I kept it from Andrew too of course. I told him I did have Anemia and I had medication for it. 
This was okay for a week... Until morning sickness started to kick in. It was exactly like the word... Every morning I was sick and threw up all that was left in my body. And Andrew started to notice. 

Just a few days before I would leave with Taylor I was throwing up again. I had locked the bathroom door and turned the tap on to hide the sound but Andrew was slamming at the door. 
"What the hell is going on there Emily!" He raged. He had been really drunk last night and probably had a hangover. 
"I am almost done just a second!" I called rinsing out my mouth and giving myself a glance in the mirror. I was pale and looked tired. Nothing new. To me, to Andrew it was. He started to expect something was up. 
As soon as I opened the door he pushed me back into the bathroom. 
"What the fuck is going on Emily!" He demanded. I knew exactly what time it was. I had to get out. Now!

"Nothing, I am just doing..." He slapped me right across the face before I could finish. 
"Don't lie! You have been puking every day! Don't tell me you have one of these disgusting eating disorders. I can't handle that!" 
I stared at him not able to say a word. My face was glowing after the blow. 
"Tell me now! What is it or I swear Emily I will hurt you!" 
He had already done that so I knew it would only be worse what he would do. I still refused to talk and he grabbed my hair on the back of my head and brought his face closer to mine. 
I was terrified and still I didn't speak. So he did what he told me he would do. He hurt me throwing me down on the cold hard tile floor of our bathroom. That was when I betrayed myself because instinctive I wrapped my arms around my belly. 

I saw him looking at it and he almost seemed to growl. "Fuck no! Are you pregnant! You fucking Bitch!" That is when he kicked me in the belly. Not even caring my arms were covering it. I yelped in pain as he kept kicking me in the chest and tummy. "You are getting rid of it or I swear I will!" He yelled as he eventually stepped back. "You hear me! Get rid of it!" 
He didn't wait for an answer. He left and I could hear the door slam shut. 

For a few minutes I stayed on the ground covering my belly with my wounded arms. I didn't cry, It was like I was numb. All I could think of was wishing my baby was alright. 
Eventually I managed to sort of get up and managed to get to the bedroom where I got my phone to call Taylor. 
"Hey Em, I am just turning up your street... Is he gone yet?" She asked as soon as she answered the phone. I had totally forgot we would go over our plan today. 
"Yeah" I said hoarsely. 
"Is everything alright!" She knew me well enough there was something going on. 
"No" I felt tears coming up now. The pain was kicking in too. I could swear I heard something break when Andrew kicked me. Besides my arms and belly he also kicked my chest and upper legs. I was a mess. 
"I will be right there! Just stay were you are" She disconnected and seconds later I heard her car pull up. 
I couldn't stay here because Taylor didn't have a key. I got back on my legs who felt like jelly and slowly got down the stairs. When I opened the door Taylor's face turned white in a second. "In the car, right now!" She told me and wrapped her arm around my back to help me. 
"He knows" I cried softly.