Chapter Twenty-Five

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I wake up beside Chace who sleeps soundly. I didn't get much sleep last night, remembering the baby I lost and realising it was with my ex-boyfriend terrifies me. How could they all hide that from me?

I pull out my cell phone and call Caroline while walking through the apartment.

"Hey, is everything okay?" she greets. "Why are you calling so early?"

"I need to talk to you, Caroline" I start slowly, "I think I remembered something...and it...can you come down here?"

"I'll be there as soon as I can" she assures, her voice fearful.

"Thank you" I end the call slowly.

I enter the bathroom and start to run myself a warm bath. Maybe that will settle my nerves? I remove my clothing and slowly dip my toe into the water before submerging my whole body.

Suddenly I'm pushed down against the bottom of the bathtub as my buried memories resurface.

"Dean, stop it" I begged him, rinsing the final dish in the kitchen sink.

"Tell me the truth" he ordered from behind me, "You fucked him didn't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about" I shook my head.

"Daniel Cooper, the guy from the hospital"

"I didn't sleep with him" I roll my eyes, "you're being paranoid"

Suddenly he grabbed the back of my neck, forcing my head into the kitchen sink, under the water. My eyes widen as I face the drain. I scream, making me inhale the water, it enters my lungs, taking away my ability to breathe. The cold water goes through my nostrils and my opened mouth, my nose and tongue burn as well as my lungs. My heartbeat slows down.

He pulls my hair, my head lifts from the water, making me gasp for air.

"Did you fuck him!"

"Dean" my voice trembles as I choke up water, "stop, I can't feel the baby" I gasp for air.

He wraps his hands around my throat.

water exits through my mouth and nose as my eyes turn bloodshot red. he then shoved my body up against the fridge.

"Did you?" He repeated.

I shook my head, my hands trying to pull his off my neck. Dean dropped me onto the floor.

I scream as my head floats to the top of the water. My breath grows short as the water runs down my face. My mind reverts back to my memories.

"Fuck is this kid even mine!"

"Stop" I beg.

Dean grabbed a pair of kitchen scissors from the counter beside me, dropping to his knees, jabbing the scissors into my pregnant belly.

"Ah!" He screamed, followed by a stab into my abdomen, "ah!" He repeated, stabbing me again.

My breathing was short and fearful as I moved my hands to my stomach. I lift my hand to find it covered in my blood.

I scream from the bathroom, looking down at my hands.

Suddenly someone bursts through the bathroom door.

"It's okay, you're okay," Caroline says, turning off the water.

Chace comes up from behind her, placing a towel over me before lifting me from the tub.

"Ahh!" I scream, hyperventilating now, looking down at my hands while he carries me to the living room.

I can still see my blood on my fingertips. The deep red is stained on my fingers.

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