Breath

Chapter 9

          It has been two months sense I found out I was pregnant and they have been difficult. I have come to face that I will never leave this house.

Last week George was passed out drunk on the couch, so I tried to escape. The front door was locked with a pad lock that needed a combination of numbers. If only it was a key one I'd have picked it. After the 10th try I felt him before I heard him. He grabbed my hair and yanked it back very hard, throwing my head back. Letting out a startled cry, I instinctively covered my stomach. He laughed so hard.

"Where do you think you're going?" He slurred his words so I knew he was still drunk.

"Nowhere I swear!" I replied back quickly as I was terrified.

"Ha. Didn't look like nowhere babydoll. Looked like you were trying to leave me."

His voice went cold, he tightened his hold on my hair. I clean her my fists trying not to cry. Quickly he threw me across the room. And walked to the kitchen. I quickly got up and started running for my room, when I got there I felt him yank my hair making me fall on the floor, letting out a painful scream.

I looked up at his as he laughed, scared I started moving backwards as I saw him pull out a knife. He quickly sat on top of me forcing me to lay on my back. I closed my eyes taking in a deep breathe as he pressed the knife on my top left breast..

"Please.. I'm sorry." I whispered.

"Little too late for that, bitch."

He pressed the knife into my skin just enough to draw a little blood slowly dragging it across. I clench my fist as the pain becomes unbearable.

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Slowly I rub the scars as I feel the tears running down my cheeks. In total there are 7 cuts, after the third one I passed out. I quickly wiped my tear as I heard George coming towards my door.

"Hey babydoll how are you?" He asked as he opened my door.

"Okay." I lied.

I wasn't okay, I was hurt and scared. Anything but okay, I watched him come closer to me, holding my breath as he lightly touched my arm.

"I love you babydoll" he said.

"I love you too."

Suddenly he withdrew his hand only to whip it back and smack me in the face. Shocked I quickly started moving away from him, but before I could get far he had pinned me onto the bed and started undoing my pants.

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I cradled my body as I wept wishing to be back with my family. I missed them all, but they probably forgot about me by now. Closing my eyes I drifted off to sleep. Hopefully tomorrow he will get drunk and pass out.