Raising Ema-Lyn

Chapter 4 - "A human being that you helped create."

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It had been about three hours since Drew left. I was sitting on the couch feeding Ema for what felt like the hundredth time today. She ate so much! I put The Little Mermaid on in hopes she would fall back to sleep from the music. With some luck, she did after about 45 minutes.  Just as I set her down in her play pen, there was a knock on the door. When I opened the door, I saw the last person I expected. I was too stunned to talk at first, but when I could, I didn’t hold back.

                “Get out. I’m not dealing with you anymore. You’ve made your point clear. Just leave.” I sneered at him.

I tried closing the door, but he pushed it back open. I didn’t try to force it closed. I knew he would win that match; he had always been stronger than me.

“Listen to me,” he warned. “I’m not here to claim my undying love for you and tell you that I want you back. I came here to tell you that I want that thing gone. If you don’t get rid of it, I will.”

“She is not a thing.” I snapped. “She is a human being; a living, breathing, human being. A human being that you helped create. If you don’t want to be a part of her life, then don’t. But I am not going to kill my daughter just because her father wants nothing to do with her. Hell, she’ll be better off without a father like you around.”

I could feel the tears coming, but I forced them back. I was tired of being weak; tired of letting him push me around, tired of not standing up for myself. And now I had Ema to watch for. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to her because I couldn’t protect her.

He took a step towards me, forcing me to take a step ack.

“I told you if you don’t, I will. Don’t make me go through with it,” He threatened.

He kept walking forward and I kept walking back. Then I hit the counter, and he smirked. The most disgusting, evil smirk I had ever seen. He swiftly closed the space between us and put an arm on either side of me, locking me there. Still, I wasn’t gonna let him see me cry, and I sure as hell wasn’t gonna let him see that I was scared. I kept myself from looking at Ema so he wouldn’t know where she was and I just prayed over and over that she would stay quiet.

He brought his head down to my ear and whispered something. I didn’t catch what it was at first because I was trying so hard not scream. But he did it again.

“You look sexier than usual, you know.”

I tensed my jaw and clenched my fists. I kept telling myself that it wouldn’t be worth it for a broken hand. I felt him push against me more, and brought his hand up to my face. I flinched a little, but I kept myself from pulling away. That would only piss him off, and that would make things much, much worse. I turned my face away from him, trying to take deep breathes.

He just turned my face back towards him and held it there, forcing me to look in his eyes. His eyes, my favorite thing about him. He could make it look like he honestly cared and wanted to listen. He used those eyes to fool me so many times; to make me trust him over and over again.

“Let me go,” I whispered, trying to push him off me.

He smirked. “Now why would I do that?”

I closed my eyes and pleaded, “Please?”

“Well, I could let you go,” he said, but then he leaned down to my ear again. “Or I could drag you to your bedroom for old times’ sake.”