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Chapter 6

"You're pregnant?" Tay asked. Her eyes were wide and they looked directly at my stomach.

"I guess so." I said, rubbing my stomach. I looked down, knowing there was something small being built inside of me. I felt dizzy and looked back up, keeping a hand there.

Without a word, Taylor and I walked to the car, and she drove me home. We both were speechless now, no idea how to even start a conversation. She parked at my house, and I waved goodbye to her. She waved back, both of us still in shock. We moved like robots, not even life like. I walked inside and was instantly grabbed by the arms.

"Where have you been? I've been worried sick. You didn't answer calls or texts for a week!" my fiance Carter yelled into my face. Carter had blonde, curly hair and blue eyes that always shined, but right now they were dark. He was somewhat tan with a perfectly chisled body, almost like he could be a model. A suit was perfectly placed on his body, almost as if it was meant to be there. He worked as a accountant but he had his bad side that nobody but he and I knew about.

"I was at Taylor's." I whispered. I didn't want to tell Carter anything. If he knew what happened, he wouldn't be happy at all. His reaction wouldn't be anything to smile about, that's for sure.

"You expect me to believe you were at Taylor's house if you didn't answer me for a week?" he screamed, his grip getting tighter. Then, he pushed me to the floor. Carter isn't abusive unless he's mad, and in this case, he's probably furious.

"I was." I answered. I looked at my arm, I could see a bit of purple already forming where the red marks were. Both of hand prints slowly turned purple because of the pressure of them strangling my arms.

"You know what? Fine. You were at Taylor's, whatever." he said, anger still in his voice. I could tell he was more mad that he threw me on the ground than he was that I was away for a week. He looked at me up and down, and walked away. He acted like nothing happened, which only made me more upset than I was previously.

I went upstairs to our room, tears in my eyes, and threw my stuff down. I looked around, examining my arms, then looked down at my stomach.

"Baby, you're really in there, aren't you? I know you can't hear me yet, but I want you to know that no matter what, mommy will always love you, and we will make it through this." I whispered to my stomach. Through the tears, somehow, I managed to drift off to sleep.