DOUBLE UPDATE! IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER, GO READ IT :)
IMPORTANT!!: There is some secrets of Melanie revealed here, you learn about her past, so please DON'T skim read! It is ALL important, and please read it all, including the lyrics of the song she sings? Okay? Thanks!
***Melanie's P.O.V***
The next few painful hours consisted of me wriggling in the chains, failing to get them off, and thinking about the baby currently growing in my stomach.
Abortion clearly wasn't an option, as Harry would never take me to the hospital to have it aborted, Hell, he wouldn't even let me walk three steps out of this hole Harry calls home.
But how can I allow a baby to be born into this hell. No matter what Harry says, he is not capable of being a father. He can't go a day without screaming and punishing me, and I can't allow that to happen to a baby.
The biggest problem I was having was how I would handle the baby. I know I will be it's mother, therefore I should love it with all my heart, but I can't handle that this baby will be half my blood, and half of Harry the devil's blood. Even though it isn't the innocent baby's fault, I still didn't want it to be anything like Harry. One Harry is bad enough. What if the baby was a boy, and grew up to be just like Harry? What if he too kidnapped a poor helpless girl, hurt and punished her, even knocked her up? How could I possibly allow something that cold and evil into the world? How could anything so evil be my from my flesh and blood? Be my child?
All I could do was hope more than anything that this baby would be like me. That it would be just like it's mother, and not share a single personality trait with Harry. I didn't want any of Harry's DNA to contaminate the baby, but that wasn't possible. And that was the problem. This child does share Harry's DNA. He or she will be half like it's cruel and heartless father, and that thought terrified me more than anything else.
But even my family had a dark past. It is possible it will break the cycle. My father was barely a father. Abusive, and an alcoholic. Every night he would come home drunk. My poor loving mother would shove me into my room to protect me, only to have him beat her until she was out cold, then come into my room and hurt me too.
That's why I so feared Harry. As I had freed one abusive controlling man, I had been taken by another. These memories still pained me so much. I remember the song I wrote and sung (Demi's song, I didn't write it)
"Four years old, with my back to the door. All I could hear was the family war. Your selfish hands always wanting more. Am I your daughter, or just a charity ward? You have a hollowed out heart, but it's heavy in your chest. I tried so hard to fight it, but it's hopeless.Hopeless. You're hopeless.
Oh father, please father, I'd love to leave you, but I can't let you go. Oh father, please father, put the bottle down for the love of a daughter.
It pained me so much to grow up with the man I called father. It was horrible. I wouldn't wish it upon anybody else. Not even Harry. Let alone my child. I didn't want to see another child grow up in the dark world I did. To grow up with a man like my father, to grow up with a man like Harry.
"I'm sorry." I whispered with lost hope to the child inside me. "I'm sorry you have to come into this cold and evil world. Into this dark house."
The one person that could comfort me right now was Kendall, and that wasn't possible. Because Harry had taken him away from me, leaving me behind. Kendall was now safe in Heaven where it was only light and happiness, when I was stuck here in Hell, which is consumed in darkness.
